Apocalypse, Halliwell?!?!

Ch.6 Favorite

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Ava entered a seemingly barren warehouse; her bright yellow eyes the only source of color in the dark and depressing setting. None of the guards would look her in the eyes. Either out of respect or complete fear. She silently hummed something to herself while traversing the hallways to one of the cell blocks. She switched on the lights illuminating the near pitch dark room to show a multitude of cages with varying types of supernatural creatures locked inside of them.

"Hi guys," she greeted slowly walking by each cage. A few werewolves snarled and sneered at her, but were unable to reach her because of their cages. Ava laughed at their futile efforts and stopped in front of another cage.

"How's my favorite prisoner doing?" She asked.

"You son of a bitch," Meg insulted. Her clothes had several rips and tears and portions of her meat suit looked like they had lost a fight with a tiger.

"Come on Meg. Just because you're no longer Lucifer's favorite doesn't mean you have to use such...harsh... language. Hahaha." Meg's lips formed an extremely pissed off scowl and she attempted to grab Ava, but she stepped back and the Devil's trap above Meg's head prevented her from going any further.

"Ohhh. So close this time, but no cigar," Ava taunted.

"When I get out of here I swear your death will be slow and painful. You know all the torture Alistair gave people down in Hell? What I have in store for you won't even come close."

"I'm sooooo scared," Ava said unlocking Meg's cage. "Ready for some fun?" She playfully asked.

"Give me your best shot," Meg challenged. Ava took a step forward and pushed Meg as far as the edge of the Devil's trap; keeping her in place with her powers. Ava held out a knife and made a small cut on Meg's upper torso. Ava's smile was filled with delirious excitement at the smell of the fresh demon blood; her eyes half shut from the rush she was starting to feel. She bent down to suck up the blood when something smashed through the room's solitary window.

"Another assassination attempt?" Ava asked sounding absolutely bored moving her mouth from Meg's blood. The masked assassin unsheathed her knife and threw it straight at Ava's head with unnatural precision. Ava caught it lazily and with zero effort. "Show some freaking originality!"

She shouted and tossed the knife back. It halted in mid-air an inch from the assailant's face.

"Ok," she said and the knife flew back at Ava's face even faster than she threw it.

Ava ducked the knife and the assassin back flipped over to her and kicked her right shoulder dislocating it. Ava snarled and blocked the next punch with her good arm. The assassin, however, seized the arm and pulled so hard that she dislocated that as well. Ava screamed and and kicked the assassin in the side. She crashed against the wall breaking off a small section of it with her back. Next Ava telekinetically threw her enemy across the room into one of the cells and then forcibly relocated both her shoulders. She fell to her knees writhing in pain for a brief moment, but recovered fast enough to block the knife headed straight for her throat. Ava bashed her fist against the assassin's neck and tossed the woman up into the ceiling and proceeded to crush her against it. The assassin fought back with her own power and made Ava trip losing her balance and concentration. She fell back down only for Ava to spring back up and catch her in the air with her mind.

"Let's see who you really are," Ava said pulling off her mask. "...You? But aren't you supposed to be..."

"Yes I'm supposed to be dead and last I checked so are you so save it," Christy spat.