ELE-MENTAL

Part 2: The Boston Incident

3 Months Later...

This was a calamity. The wheels on the train have fallen off. It refuses to derail, however, inching ever so closely to the shallow drop down to a riverbank. A grave to all those who thought it was smart to pay admission.

But of course, no one would have expected this. Outside of the bombing incident that occurred years back, Boston was a relatively busy, yet quiet place. Everyone went about their business here. The old went to work, the young went to school;and for those in between, they either sought power through knowledge or pleasure in boundless tastes. Lovely city to start anew... To arise from the pity ashes like a Phoenix.

Yet today... today sparked another incident. Even worse than the former. Like its predecessor it forced the very nature of the city to its knees. It occurred in the city's very own Downtown Crossing. The chief financial and sometimes public shopping square of the city. At approximately 2PM, a young African woman, college-aged, took the liberty of setting the place on fire. Not with her looks, not with her style, with literal flame. As she moved from store to store, block to block, she made sure she kept some alive. Those who tried stop her was combusted on sight. The mere witnessing of that was enough to turn most wannabe heroes away with their tail tucked beneath their legs. Soon cops became less focused on stopping her, and more focused on saving lives. As there was nothing they could do to save Downtown Crossing, it was engulfed in flames in less than 20 minutes. The fires unwavering to even the biggest tank of water.

She continued to go, untested, lighting many ablaze till she made it to Tremont Street, and managed to levitate herself on top of Faneuil Hall. Even the best terrorists have plans it seemed, and hers featured a set piece taken right out of the book of Nero, Chapter 5. The screams of thy subjects shall soothe ones soul, their cries may wet your appetite, but only music can make you truly happy. And thus the flaming maiden, took care to play the violin over the burning streets; while a news copter captured the whole thing.

"This is bad" Said Amanda, pouring over the television screen in her office. She knew the girl, a fallen star from long ago. She had a suspicion of why this was done, the young girl wanted to get their attention. But for what? Why go through all this?

The young woman continued to play, unphased by the man who came to greet her. "All this for me?" he asked.

"For us my love" she corrected. "What they took from you, they took from the both of us. And now, we bring them to hell."

"Are you sure now?" The man said as he pushed his glasses, the flames created a fog over his eyes, but he could still very much see his loving partner.

"Cold feet?" she shot back.

"No"

"Then don't question, watch a Queen work"

"Alright Neci" he said. As he enjoyed the personal performance of his lover, the group at the Charity pondered. Elle has been hard at work on mastering her control under the directions of her now trusted handler. They arrived into a briefing room in The Primrose Section of the building. The two took their seats as they awaited their supposed debrief.

"I heard there was a terrorist attack on Boston" Elle said.

"Then you saw the news reports." Rainman responded. 

"It was something else?" 

" Of course, that's why we're here"

"How did you see the reports and I didn't? We're together basically 24/7, except when I have to shower or go to the bathroom."

"Clairvoyance" Rainman said. "for the last time, stop thinking so small and look at the bigger picture. If not, you'll die, you aren't a caged bird anymore.

"Still feels like it, except this time they let me out of the cage every so often to stretch my wings."

Despite her now mellow attitude, she still hated the facility. The new amenities meant she could afford a more pleasant lifestyle, but until her leash expiry was up, she couldn't leave the building unsupervised. Which meant Rainman followed her practically every where she went. Her training was progressing smoothly, and as she already guessed, she was being sent with Rainman to see how Primrose Agents operate on a mission. Her mind hearkened back to that first scuffle in the arena, the supposed drowning, if there were more out there that could do what he did, what good would she be against them? This ponder was quickly erased by the entrance of Director Stevens and his wife. Followed Primrose Chief Francis Woods.