Killer Instinct

Chapter III

III.

The reinforced concrete walls buckled, people screamed, and the music cut. Pure pandemonium. And I loved every second of it.

My platinum bracelet dug deeper into my wrist, and I felt myself become cut off from a huge portion of my power. For all intents and purposes, I was just a Joe Blow right now with limited abilities.

Apollo was knocked off of his feet, face first into the dance floor. and I stood above him triumphant.

"How's that floor taste?" I purred, digging my stiletto heel into his spine.

I felt my team now that I wasn't masking my aura, and they were fighting for their lives as they battled against Apollo's security,

"Fuck you," He growled in pain. I smirked. I'd never been on the receiving end of that much power, but I knew it couldn't feel too good.

I kicked him onto his side, and saw that his green eyes were burning with anger and something else. Admiration? Discovery?

I shrugged it off, and summoned enough power to will a blocky handgun to materialize. I clicked off the safety and aimed.

"Just for the record," I told him. "You're a good dancer."

And I fired.

Instead of it hitting him between the eyeballs as I intended, the platinum bullet dropped harmlessly to the ground.

I glared at him, and it was his turn to smile triumphantly. I'd forgotten. He was Telekinetic. And a very powerful one. Meanwhile I didn't have access to my powers anymore, because platinum tampered down Mental abilities. My father couldn't have tightened my leash at the worst possible moment.

I need my powers! I demanded. This guy is much stronger than we thought.

You disobeyed a direct order to pull out, Isley. He voice was merciless. You deal with the consequences.

He'll kill me. I pleaded. Dad, c'mon.

No. Was his final answer. And the connection ended.

Well I was thoroughly screwed. Not even my father -my flesh and blood- would help me.

My team all around me was falling, and I couldn't depend on my powers or my status within the agency to save me.

I watched with horror as Apollo summoned a huge fireball, and threw it hard like a knuckleball. I barely had enough time to catch it and extinguish it.

He blinked, confused, and I was racing towards him, digging up my last reserve up power to stun him.

I summoned a platinum knife and sliced his arm before dodging back.

It was a cheap shot, and the glare I received was unbelievably acidic. But I was still alive, and you didn't stay alive by playing fair. I was pulling every trick in the book to kill this kid.

The slice would stun him, and render his powers useless for a few minutes. Which left it to hand-to-hand combat. Which I excelled in.

I willed the knife away before launching a roundhouse kick towards his face. He elbow blocked my effort, sending a hand out lightening quick to crush my windpipe.

Deadly and efficient, but I caught his wrist and twisted, stepping inside of his guard and breaking his arm. He cried out in pain, but not before swinging with his left.

It caught me completely off guard, and I saw a burst of red light, and then everything went black.

My eyes opened, and my head began to pound in fierce waves. I groaned, trying to get to my feet but found that I had been bound and gagged in a bottomless chair.