I nimbly enter through the front door. Key in the bushes? What a dumb move, but that's to be expected from someone who names themselves "Echo".I sneak up to to his bed, quietly as I waste no time taking out my poisoned needle and aiming for his jugular. His eyes snap open as my hands descend, "Damn that hearing." I mumble to myself out of frustration.
"What are you doing in my house, how'd you know i lived here?" He asked while obviously sizing me up.
"Mr. Echo, aka John Snarls, ex military sergeant, fired for corruption, embezzling of funds, public indecency, human trafficking, shall I go on? 2 years of community service and you're back to your old ways..." I say, answering his question and giving him time to realize what's about to happen to him.
As he's confusion vansishes from his face followed by a sly confident grin, he's finished sizing me up. "I don't really care how you figured all this out but you should know my power. I'm Echo, with the ability to feel and control vibrations. The hero with a troubled past. Everyone loves a dark horse, but seems you're an exception, Ms. who?" Echo says.
I'm not fully sure how his power works to be able to hear my gender but I'm sure one thing, he knows I don't have powers. Perfect.
Answering any more of his questions is pointless so I lunge at him, all I need is one scratch. It may not be lethal but it's enough to keep him down for a few minutes. I throw the needle but it's blown back at me along with all his furniture by his sonic scream. As my back slams against the wall I can hear and feel what seems to be the rearrangement of my spinal chord."Guess I can cancel my chiropractor appointment." i think to myself.
As I look up, my vision's quickly blocked by his hand on my face and I hear him whisper the word "Pulse" followed by what felt like the rearranging of my facial bones. "Did you like the face massage or was the nose job better?" He arrogantly asks, injured and annoyed I snap back, "Instead of the poor services and dumb questions, why not ask yourself why you're naming your attacks!"
He's quiet for once, as if my words had gotten through and it makes me start to feel a bit of guilt. The feeling quickly drown out by his sonic scream blasting at all directions. I couldn't help but grin as everything falls onto place: Him discovering I'm powerless to him underestimating me well mixed with him looking down on me because I'm a woman with a sprinkle of him being angry forming one sweet cake I call victory.
I sprint towards him and as he reaches out his hand for what I assume is another "pulse" but I quickly dodge and get him into an arm bar. Like a cockroach he continues to resist, vibrating his arm at an alarming frequency. I quickly scramble for my needles and stab him deep in the arm. His vibrating stops as his mouth foams. I fall to the ground and take off my plain white mask, sigh. I don't get payed enough for this...or at all.
As I get up and adjust my mask I suddenly fall back down, unable to move. As my vision slowly goes dark I realize the small scratch on my finger, "I'm sick of these needles." I sighed and pass out.
August 6th 1945, the first ever recorded use of a Potes, the bombing of Hiroshima. Scientists speculate more existed before that date but were hiding. Carl Grey, the first ever recorded fiara, power type: nuclear explosion the strongest ever recorded Potes. After the end of WWII countries quickly began to build weapons that would be able to match the power of what was said to be an "atomic bomb", only the strongest countries knew that their true threat was a man, a Fiara to be exact.
As time progressed countries raced to find more and more Fiaras, it was put under the guise of the nuclear arms race, to keep out countries who might not have known about the existence of Fiaras. As time went on the hierarchy of power was set into place. The existence of Fiaras are now public knowledge, but they're referred to differently, "heros" and "villians". That brings me to my current situation, I'm the beautiful but Potesless girl, Ray, and I'm currently being dragged out of my murder victims house by my mentor.
