Rebel

Chapter Thirty

"Anyway," Jace said, standing up straight and brushing off his jacket like slapping me got him all dirty. "I have some training to do, so if you don't mind--"

"Actually, I do mind. So how 'bout you go take you and your silly expensive clothes somewhere else?" Feeling extra cocky, I leaned forward and spat a bloody glob on spit on his fancy gold shoes.

Jace scowled at first his shoes then me, "You're gonna regret that." He said through gritted teeth.

I shrugged with my right arm and leaned back against the wall. "Not much you can do to me now." I said

"You have no idea." he said, and to my surprise his form started to shift. His hair lengthened and he shrank, his chest and hips getting wider. I blinked up at Jace, who now looked like Alexsandra as a sudden realization hit me.

"Ooh, that is much better." I said, sticking one of my hands into my pocket behind my back, "Why don't you stay looking like that? It's a lot more pleasing to the eyes."

He glowered, and it kind of hurt seeing Alexsandra looking at me with such hate. "You're a fool." He said, "Don't you get it? I can make you see anything. I can make your arms fall off and snakes wrap themselves around your spine. Your brain's as vulnerable to my powers as a newborn child. I control you now."

I sneered, starting to feel faint with my diverted energy, but I kept my eyes locked on the hazel ones of Alexsandra. "No." I panted, "You don't control me. You don't control yourself. Morsie controls you. You can get whatever you think you want, and you can train until your brain explodes, but you will forever be a slave unless you get your crap together and..." I blinked against a sudden bout of dizziness, "and join the right side."

"You're wrong." Jace said, slowly morphing into the tall and broad shouldered figure of Cathleen Morsie, "And you'll forever be wrong. You are just a silly, insignificant-- Are you even listening to me?"

I blinked, pressing all my weight into the wall behind me. "No, not really." I said, "I'm spending too much of my energy shifting my hand into a pistol to pay any attention to your silly ranting."

Jace's eyes widened as he slowly took in the meaning of my words, but he was too late. I had already pulled my arm out from behind my back and aimed the gun at his chest. I didn't give it any thought, I just pulled the trigger and quickly shifted my hand back into flesh.

Jace cried out and pressed a hand to his thigh where red was already seeping through his pants. I had missed. He still posed a threat. Doesn't matter anymore. I just had to get outta there. Using the wall for help, I pushed myself up on my shaky legs. I took a step towards the door and immediately stumbled. I barely managed to catch myself on the table sitting in the middle of the room.

"Okay, this is gonna be harder than I thought." I muttered to myself.

"Fridge." Jace, who now looked like himself, growled, "You can't get away. Guards! Get her!"

I cursed and grabbed the chair that was only a few feet in front of me. With great difficulty and a lot of pain from my left arm, I managed to use the chair as a walking stick and stumble out the door.

"Yay." I panted to myself, "I made it outta the prison cell."

"Stop there!" Someone yelled from the end of the hall. I looked up to see a guard running at me full speed.

"Oh poop." I said. I was looking around for any weapon I could use that didn't require too much energy when Jace ran up from behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I hissed at the terrible pain in my left arm and struggled to get out of his grip.

"You're not gonna get out of here that easil-- AH!"

I gritted my teeth against my own pain as I leaned forward and dug my heel into the wound in Jace's leg. His grip on me loosened and I managed to slip out of his arms and grab the chair before I fell.

"Don't move." the guard who now had a gun trained at my head said. "Put your hands on your head and get on your knees."

I was about to make a comment about how I couldn't not move and get on my knees, but then something caught my eye. A tiny flame, swimming like an eel through the air. It was slowly making its way towards the guard.

I realized staring at it will probably give away its position and swiveled my eyes back to the guard just as he said, "Get on your knees! What are you looking at?"

"Uh, er, nothing. Just uh, staring off into the distance like--"

The guard cried out as he turned his head and saw the fire. It jumped, flying up and landing on the back of his shirt. He yelled, trying to bat out the fire but he couldn't reach it. It spread quickly, jumping to new places every time the guard managed to reach it.

Grabbing the opportunity with both hands, I threw the chair forward so it hit the guard square in the gut. The only problem was I just threw my only means of standing at the enemy.

I yelped and placed a hand on the wall, catching myself. My head was throbbing more by the second, and don't even get me started on my arm.