I felt that bubbling in my chest.
Sparks
It was different this time though.
Squelch
I wrapped my hands around his neck again, straddling him on the ground littered with dirt and debris. I wasn't holding back anymore. Like a cap bursting off a bottle, I was ejecting all my pent-up lightning into Ripley like he was a conduit. His skin would bubble and I could hear his internal organs explode, but his powers allowed him to reverse the damage. Instead of an explosion like before it was released. A release of anything and everything I had experienced up till this point.
Crackle
Fizz
Eventually, I ran out of gas, and let Ripley's throat go. Watching my lightning fizzle out beside my fingernails and my pupils steady out. Panting heavily, Ripley eventually joined me once he was healed enough. It was quiet beyond our breathing. I felt myself start to heal. Quicker than I usually can. Ripley sat up and he was practically naked at this point from me burning off his clothes, I burned mine too. So the two of us were baked with dirt and I had an extra accessory of his dried blood on open every crevice of skin. Ripley combed a hand through my messy hair to expose my neck and he licked a slow stripe up cleaning his DNA off of me. Let's just say it wasn't my finest moment after that. Then again my rational way of thinking officially crumbled about an hour ago.
Crash
Rip
"Duncan's made quite a little cage here for you-"
"Ripley. Stop talking."
He was a masochist. He welcomed the pain. I'd be lying if I said that didn't stir something in me that I wasn't aware I had. To be able to truly break someone down to pieces and build them back up again. On the other hand, Ripley was insatiable. So once he got his fill and knew I was crawling, he switched the roles. We went for..days I think? Sharing a black cigarette, I dragged a long one out before passing it to him. Exhaling the smoke above my head watching the vapor swirl and contort. I was expecting a call from Duncan but instead, Ripley's phone rang. He groaned and walked out of bed, a fresh ass for me to stare at while he smoke our cigarette. Annoyance coated his teeth. Finally answering his phone.
"Yes, bitch?"
"You're needed at the Globe sir-"
"Tell them I'm on hiatus, Susanne."
"...Five heroes have been murdered, sir."
Ripley and I gave an identical look to each other. Quickly getting dressed in our suits and flying over to the globe. A crowd of people was forming outside wondering what the hell was going on, as other more local heroes kept them at bay. Ripley and I pushed through the big double doors. The room was dim from the curtains being blacked out. I gasped softly since the first two corpses I saw were Mark and Cleo. I almost didn't recognize them because of how beaten their bodies were.
"Who did this?"
Ripley asked our tech personnel and they pulled up a hologram, multiple spots lit up with beacons.
"Our intel says this organization, calling themselves Supremacy, president in these particular locations. We didn't have a good idea of where they were...until we sent our heroes to dispatch the real and fake hideouts."
My eyes perked up at the woman talking and she paused seeing me stare at her. I titled my head and replied.
"You're saying you dispatched heroes without knowing the kind of tech the organization had?"
"Y-Yes."
Clenching my jaw, I gazed back down at Mark and Cleo's corpses. All five of them were encased in glass boxes probably because of the smell. Stepping up to the tech personnel she started to shake a bit but I gripped her shoulder with my palm.
"Tell me you have a better plan than that."
"O-Of course u-um..."
Ripley was practically waiting on me to eviscerate her, waiting on my co-sign. I shook my head softly and he backed off, looking down at the rest of the personnel.
"What are you fuckers staring at?! Get back to work!"
They rushed off while I let go of the woman, she gathered herself finally clicking through the rest of the hologram presentation.
"We were able to extract fragments of the tech from our fallen heroes, similar to the kind you found not too long ago Thunder tracing the frequency makes the map look more like this."
"Three instead of thirty."
"Exactly."
Leaning back over to her I whispered.
"Are you in charge here of the technical department?"
"Yes-"
"Do you feel in charge?"
"N-No. I-I don't."
"Then do yourself a favor and fuck off."
"Yes ma'am."
She scurried with her heart beating ten times its normal rate. Pushing open the doors to the tech department they all looked around wondering what to do.
"Supremacy. Show me the locations of the Globe."
"Yes ma'am."
Ripley wandered about sizing up the people in the department, but with his contorted face he was displeased.
"It's making a triangle of sorts around the Globe ma'am."
"So far these three are the only confirmed locations with lethal hero tech?"
"Yes."
"Send me the addresses."
"Roger that."
The ballroom was packed with superheroes wondering what the hell was going on. I sat in the back and I knew Riley despised that but he saw in the eyes on him and realized why I did what I did. He got up and gave a speech to calm everyone down somewhat while I pulled out my phone seeing the three addresses load into my tracker. It wasn't rocket science to know it was a trap. Ripley did a mild Q&A before the heroes dispersed about their business, fear still gripping them. I moved to the bathroom half hoping I'd find Cleo above my head then remembered.
"What's the plan?"
"Let's go hunting."
