Fatal Attractions

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"Everyone got out ok?"

"Yeah," Sonic said as we watched firemen rush into the building. "Not a scratch."

I let out a sigh of relief as I brought my arms closer to my chest, wincing as I put pressure on my bad arm. I rolled up the supposed fireproof sleeve of my suit to find a second degree burn on my forearm, the shiny pink skin glinting in the moonlight.

"You ok?"

I rolled my sleeve back up, whimpering in pain. "It could've been worse. It's just a burn. I'll be ok." I took my hair out of the ponytail and removed my mask, wiping the black makeup off my eyes.

I was relieved to be able to rub my eyelids without a bothersome piece of plastic poking at my eye, but alarmed at its absence because I don't remember taking it out.

"Sonic," I turned to him and looked at him with my different colored eyes. "My contact."

He sighed. "It fell out as you went in the bathroom. I saw it on the floor from the camera."

My eyes grew wide. "The camera saw it?" I'm positive they would review the footage, and when they did I was sure they would get suspicious. Assuming I'm probably the only person in the small town with a green eye and a brown eye, they will know it's me without having to think.

"Don't worry," His nostrils flared. Was he mad? "I deleted the footage."

I took a sigh of relief.

"That was a close one. You really need to be more careful." There was the "I told you so" I was waiting for.

I rolled my eyes, pulling my hair back up and putting my mask on. "It was one time. I won't slip up again." I started to walk to the roof exit of the building we were standing on.

"If I weren't there," Sonic walked up next to me. "Your ass would be in prison right now."

I rolled my eyes as I opened the door and started down the stairs. "What do you want? For me to thank you? Last I checked, you should be thanking me. I didn't have to come."

He was silent. I felt proud of myself for winning that one. "Maybe you shouldn't."

I stopped. "What?"

"I think you need more training. You didn't know how to disarm the bomb, you almost let Hypothermia win the other day. Maybe you should sit out for a little bit and let me train you." He crossed his arms proudly, looking down at me.

I scoffed and shook my head, continuing down the stairs. "I know what I'm doing. It's not my first time kicking ass."

"I know you don't want my help, and I know you don't like me but, Voltage, you need this more than you can admit."

I whipped around, looking up him a few stairs up. "Listen, you do things your way, I do it mine so just back off and let me do me." I couldn't believe him. I help him and this is what he gives me in return? I'm glad I broke up with his ass.

"I have never gotten myself in trouble or failed while on the job like you have." He chided.

I stopped and turned, raising my eyebrows at him. "Are you telling me that I failed to disable that bomb? Or failed at getting those hostages out of the bank? Or failed at making the mayor forget his citizen monitoring idea?"

He opened his mouth then closed it.

I scoffed. "That's what I thought, dick." I shoved open the door that led to the street and snuck into an alley, looking for my motorcycle I had left.

"Voltage, I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't. I know you haven't failed but I don't want you to get hurt. You twisted your ankle, you burned yourself-"