𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄| Mike Wheeler [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON FIVE]

Chapter Eight: The Massacare

chapter eight:
❛ the massacare ❜

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Scarlett sat cross-legged in the center of the room, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she focused all her energy on the small silver magnet resting on the floor a few feet in front of her. Her electric blue eyes flickered with intensity, her breath shallow as she tried to call upon the power swirling inside her. She could feel the energy crackling beneath her skin, begging to be released. All she had to do was focus.

Come on, she thought, narrowing her eyes at the magnet. You can do this. Just pull it towards you.

A faint spark danced across her fingertips, buzzing with potential. Scarlett clenched her fists, trying to reel in the power and direct it towards the magnet, but as she pulled, the energy inside her shifted, growing unstable. She could feel it spiraling out of control, slipping from her grasp. Panic flickered in her chest.

Suddenly, the lights overhead flickered wildly, and before Scarlett could stop it, they shattered, glass raining down in a sharp cascade. Sparks flew from the broken bulbs, and the room plunged into darkness. The faint buzz of electricity hummed in the air as Scarlett let out a frustrated yell, her fists slamming into the floor.

"Dammit!" she growled, clenching her jaw. Her chest heaved with frustration, her hands sparking erratically as her powers lashed out, uncontrolled. She had tried so hard, and still, the energy refused to bend to her will. She hated feeling this way-out of control, helpless.

Without another word, Scarlett bolted out of the room, her sneakers scuffing against the cold tile floor as she stormed down the hallway. Her heart raced, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she wrestled with the mounting frustration gnawing at her. Why couldn't she get it right? No matter how hard she tried, her powers always slipped away from her when she needed them most.

As she reached the end of the hall, a voice called out behind her. "Seven, wait."

She stopped, her shoulders tense, and heard the soft, steady footsteps of Brennar approaching. She didn't turn to face him, her eyes fixed on the cracked floor beneath her feet. The weight of her failure felt heavy on her chest, like an anchor dragging her down.

Brennar stopped a few feet behind her, giving her space. His voice was calm, gentle. "You don't have to run every time it doesn't go the way you want."

Scarlett swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that threatened to form. "I'm not running," she muttered, though she knew it was a lie.