Rogue Cheney x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 8: Blaze

Your POV

I bolt to the stairs not bothering to look behind me. I turn down the stairs but freeze immediately. I stare at the sight before me.

Many cloaked and masked men were scattered across the lobby, some were even spilling into the other rooms. It looked like a black sea. Apart from the orange speck in the middle.

There was one guy that was completely different from the others. He didn't wear black. He wore an orange jacket with flames rising from the bottom. He also had on orange pants with orange combat boots.

Seriously, I can understand why the other men are wearing black, but why would you want to wear orange? Do you want to stand out from them?

The orange guy stares at me as I stare at him. He smirks at me evilly. "Well hello there. You wouldn't happen to know where this, Phoebe is, do you? She is very important to me."

"As much as I would want to give her to you, I can't." I reply.

"And why not?"

"Because it's my job apparently."

"It sounds like you despise her. Why don't you give her to me and your troubles with her will all be gone."

"Sorry, can't, she's got two other dorks protecting her."

"I'm sure you can convince them."

"Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight?!" I yell, furious at the fact that we were still making small talk.

"With who? You!! HA. You wouldn't stand a chance against my men." He retorts as he raises his hands. The men around him got into a battle stance, ready to attack.

I death glare him. "Try me."

He cackles evilly as he stares at me. He points to me and says, "Destroy her."

All the men charge at me, engulfing their hands in fire as I stand there. I close my eyes as they climb up the stairs. I continue standing there as they bolt towards me, metres away from me. Just as they were throwing back their hands, ready to punch me, I whisper; "Mist"

Their fists made contact with me, but I didn't feel anything.

3rd POV

The men threw back their fists as they came up to you. But as soon as their fists made contact with you, you disappear into thin air. The few men who punched you punched each other, knocking themselves out.

The orange guy stares in shock. "What!? WHERE IS SHE?!?!" He screams as he frantically searched around him.

"Up here." Your voice comes from above.

Sting and Rogue run around the corner, only to freeze in shock of the view. The first thing they notice was the men scattered along the first floor and some spilling on the stairs and on the second floor. They look around until their gaze lands on you, floating a few metres above them. You hover over the orange guy as he stares up at you, mist seeping throughout your body as if a cloud has formed into your body.

You look down on him with your eyes, which have now turned to a cloudy grey.

"She's using one of her most powerful Air spells" Zalia states, standing in between Sting and Rogue with the other exceeds.

"How is she doing that?" Sting asks as he tilts his head.

"It's called Mist. It allows her body to form into mist thus allowing her to disappear into thin air. She can float anywhere and she is also immune to physical attacks, much like her water body. Only a few people have the ability to do this." Zalia explains as she continues staring at you.