[COMPLETED. Wait for Book 2.]
Maggie Harts is a metahuman - more exactly, a telepath. She is more commonly known as Puppeteer, as she utilizes her abilities to take over people's brains and control their exact movements. She used them to gain advant...
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CHAPTER 08
A haunting symphony was composing in Midway City that night. Tension pounded in Maggie's ears, only enabling her ability to pick up trivial things. The sound of boots crunching as they trample upon debris, the crackling sound of the glowing fire, the dull chirps of crickets, and subtle whistles of the wind. On the tip of Maggie's tongue, hung the crisp taste of night air. She would be rummaging dumpsters or shoplifting blankets to drape over her person as she'd try to slumber in cold alleyways.
Ah. She didn't miss those days.
But the situation took a gloomy turn as a dreary feeling began to gnaw at her. The heat that the flames were radiating became more apparent, and the bright fire was more visible. Goopy black substances pooled around in shallow cracks in the cement, and corpses littered around, looking like they had been chowed on.
"Shit," Rick muttered in dismay. Maggie stopped walking as Rick whipped out a talkie, the trademark static buzz audible. "Amanda, we have hostiles up ahead," he notified 'God'.
The talkie crackled briefly before there was a muffled response. Flag replied, "copy that."
Flag conversed their options with a certain lieutenant, and when they finished, a number of people ripped away from the Suicide Squad's group. Flag found Maggie and beckoned her closer.
"How many can you control at once?" he queried, and Maggie calculated. She usually took over one person, but at multiple times she also took over five - sometimes ten. She took the risk and held up seven digits. Rick nodded. "Alright. When the hostiles attack, I want you to control the first wave. Make them fight for us, and we'll handle the rest."
Maggie remained pensive, but then she gradually inclined her head. Rick turned to face where the hostiles were and Maggie took the chance to analyze what they were going up against.
She gasped when she finally did it. People.... no, creatures, were limping around like feral senile bears, goo bubbling on their skin. It dripped in lumps, and from their garbs Maggie concluded that they were previously humanoid. She even spotted one equipped with a Rolex when it glinted.
"The hell are they?" Maggie heard Floyd ask. Flag gritted his teeth, "you cut and run, I'll blow your head off." Floyd shrugged and prepared his own weapons.
"Front line, Harts," Flag's voice wrenched her back from her thoughts and Magge audibly gulped. Flag signed to his soldiers and in unison they lifted their guns and picked the creatures they wanted to murder that day. Maggie evened Flag's line, but she was instantly stricken when Flag motioned with his head for her to move forward. Maggie gradually advanced, watching her every step so she would not attract the creatures.
