"This took a dark turn." Kori said.
"A WAY dark turn, Kori." Neon responded, looking at him, then looked back at my Father as she shook her head.
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO KIRA!??" I yelled, racing towards him with outstretched hands. He easily dodged my hands, slinking to the left side of him with a smirk on his face and his hands behind his back.
"You may not remember, Yuki, but I already told you this back when you were a teenager. Kira would make a great asset to the team, and after all these years, I finally have her under my control."
"Yeah, under your control. You didn't give her the choice about whether or not she wanted to work for you! You forced her to work with you." I said.
Dad shrugged, a grin on his face as he began to retrace his steps backwards.
"It's a win for me, my boy."
"It's a loss for me."
"For all of us." Neon responded, her and Kori now taking a stand next to me.
"Ah, Kori and Neon...I remember you guys from back in your high school days. How the years fly by, right?" Father responded, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth as he looked at the two of them.
"That's the only thing we'll agree about." Kori and Neon said in unison. Hearing that, they looked at each other with a smile, and then looked back at Father as they quickly replaced their smiles with a frown. Himeko let out a yell from behind us, making us all look at her only to see her walking towards us.
"Release Kira from your control!" Himeko yelled at him, her fists shaking, her face showing nothing but pure anger. She stood in front all of us now and looking like she would punch him at any given moment due to how tight her fists were clenched.
"It doesn't work like that, miss Nezumi."
"Then I'll make it work!" Himeko said, rushing at my Dad and throwing a punch at him, but he dodged it. He chuckled at her attempt to hurt him.
"Oh, it's not me you guys are fighting. It's her." He said, turning to his left side and pointing to Kira.
Kira stood there, motionless, staring either at nothing or staring past us. Silently, she raised her right hand in the air, then her left, and we watched as a fireball was flaring about in both of her hands. Her eyes looked nearly dead except for the flames that reflected in her eyes. I noticed how scarred up her right hand was in the fireball's light.
That's right, that's right. She came home one day with a bandaged up hand.
With a chuckle, my Dad turned around and walked towards the far left side of the room. I watched as he smirked at us, almost begging us to fight my wife, and then he turned around as he opened the door to his left, walking out and closing it behind him.
When I looked back at Kira, she had raised her right hand towards us, and without warning, launched the fireball in my direction. I dodged it, turning my head as I fly towards the end of the room and smash through the wall far behind us.
"Whoa."
Kira was always strong, but I never saw her do anything like that before. With her pyrokinesis, that is. She's able to do something like that with her super strength. Did she use both at once?
When I turned my head towards her again, she'd already rushed at her Mother. Before Himeko could do anything, Kira grabbed her by the throat and lifted Himeko into the air, then slammed her into the floor, the ground shattering around Himeko which left her laying in her own hole, letting out pained groans and unable to get up. Kira ran at Kori next.
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Flowing Evil
Mystery / Thriller"You are the reason evil runs through my veins!"-Lord Garmadon. Imagine this: you were you, but then you weren't. Something happened to you that made you slowly lose yourself. 31 year old Kira Tachibanna knows exactly what that feels like. Sometimes...
