In the Shadows We Fight (for justice and ourselves)

Are we good people?

"Look who came crawling back," Someone said as Tommy walked into the apartment. It was fifty six minutes after midnight. Drista was sitting on the recliner with her legs folded in an oversized hoodie, black shorts, and knee length dark gray socks. Her dirty blonde hair was down, resting on her shoulder with a hood pulled up. Her dark green eyes were illuminated by the lamp she had on right beside her on the stand by the chair. She had probably been waiting there ever since Tommy left to get himself a coffee. Drista seemed tired from doing that, but Tommy didn't have any sympathy for her. Especially when she was smirking at him like she had won something.

"Look who's fucking blind. Does it look like I'm crawling?" Tommy snapped back as he closed the door. Tommy threw his shoes in the mudroom archway around the door. Clay's shoes were straightened out beside the small wall that separated the mudroom from the living room. Drista's shoes were right beside him, obviously placed there to look exactly like his did. Tommy snarled as he kicked one of her shoes to mess them both up. Now, Clay's were the only ones that looked appropriate.

"Do you know how much trouble you're going to be in when Clay wakes up? He was pissed that you left," Drista said, unfolding her legs. She stood up, trotting over to Tommy with a growing smirk. Tommy slammed into her with his shoulder as he walked past her. Tommy went into the kitchen. It was a mess like how he had left it. Tommy sighed as he started to pick up the pan that he had been using to heat up the vegetable oil. Tommy placed it in the sink. He grabbed onto a rag to clean up the spilt oil. Drista stomped her foot on the rag. "Why did you bandage yourself? That's just going to make him angrier."

Tommy pulled the rag with all his strength. Drista squealed as she windmilled to stay standing. Tommy snickered as he continued cleaning. He heard Drista huff in annoyance. Tommy didn't look up at her as he started talking. He didn't need or want to explain himself to Drista, but he thought it would make her leave him alone. "I didn't fucking bandage it. Some lady at the cafe did it."

"Oh, have you gotten so weak that you can't tell some civilian woman no? Did she hold you down so you couldn't escape?" Drista said, squatting down with her hands crossed over her knees. Tommy tilted his head up to glare at her while he kept scrubbing the oil with the rag. "Or have you gone soft? Did she smile at you? Did you cave immediately? Let me guess, you begged her to help you because it hurt. Which is it, Tommy, are you weak or soft?"

"The only weak one here is you, Drista," Tommy snapped as he raised his hand up. A ring of red electricity formed around his hand, and a bolt of lightning slammed into Drista. She was knocked back onto her butt, sliding across the tile until she slammed into the cabinets. Drista growled at him, her hand shooting out. A sphere of green mist surrounding a white baseball sized orb of light came out of her hand. Tommy was able to stand his ground when the sphere made contact with his chest, but he still sucked in a breath of pain. Tommy lifted his hands again, and Drista matched it. Bolts of red lightning clashed against a beam of white light covered in green mist, creating a swirling orb in the middle that sucked in the two powers. Drista caved first, her powers slowly weakening until she couldn't conjure anything. Tommy let his hands drop when Drista had given up. "I told you that you were the weaker one."

"At least I'm disciplined! You're nothing but a reckless coward with a power he can't understand, much less control! You act like your special, but we both know that you're a sham!" Drista nearly screamed. She kept her voice quiet only because Clay was asleep in his room elsewhere in the house. If the two of them were to wake him up, the punishment they would receive would be a lot worse than normal. Tommy didn't doubt that if the two of them were anywhere else in the world, she would be screaming at him with all the anger in her heart.