The People with Useless Power

Chapter Thirty-two

[A/N: Okay, look, I know the image already has a joke on it but like, the person looks like Elvira and the shirt says extinct???

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You'll get it soon. 

I'm the worst at jokes.]

Mara glanced down at Emily, her eyes uncertain. "This almost doesn't seem real, does it?" she whispered, raising a long, narrow gun.

Emily didn't have time to wonder where it came from. Someone leaped on her, and all chaos broke loose.

She twisted and screamed, realizing how weak she was and feeling incredibly stupid. The girl on top of her had stopped fighting and stared at her blankly.

"Aren't you going to fight back?" she asked, her voice musical, and Emily's heart skipped a beat.

"Uh- err- I'm weak, I guess." She felt her face burning at the sight of the girl's white government uniform. And the fact that she was straddling her.

"Oh. Well. Now I feel bad." The woman cracked a smile.

Someone- Vincent, Emily realized- punched the hot woman off of her and lifted Emily up. The government woman spat out her curly hair and gave her a broken smile, finally raising her gun.

He lifted Emily up forcefully just as another man came up behind him. "Vincent!" Emily screamed, but he was knocked down and shot in an instant. Once, twice, three times. Red-brown stains bloomed around his gut as he fell back, slamming the back of his head against the concrete.

Blood everywhere.

Emily shrieked, falling on her knees again and cradling his head in her lap. He blinked up at her slowly, smiling. The battle resumed around them, no one skipping a beat, not even Grayson, who was tearing two soldiers up with a dim look in his eyes.

She clutched his hair, sobbing violently, and twirled her hand. Nothing came up. Her powers were gone again. Emily screamed, her eyes closed and her head tilted up at the fluorescent lights.

"Grayson!" she shouted, and he turned his head to her, his doe eyes huge. They slowly filled with horror and disbelief, and he raced over as another gunshot rang through the air.

Emily screamed in horror again as Grayson doubled over, his hands on his rib cage.

"Give him..," he breathed out, "...hold this." She turned Vincent around too quickly and wearily took the warm, silver bullet from Gray's shaking hands. With a horrified gasp, she realized it'd gone straight through him.

Grayson leaned over Vincent's fading eyes and kissed him, blood leaking out of where his fingernails were holding his neck. The blood dried almost instantly, and he let out a howl of pain, leaning back up and clutching his own neck.

Everyone stared as Gray kept screaming and held a gun up to his own forehead, pain flashing across his eyes and looking unbearable.

With one final shriek from him, all of the government soldiers fell dead on the ground.

At the sudden silence, Gray lowered the gun cautiously. Vincent reached up and knocked it out of his hand, and it landed on the ground with a sickening crack and a shot.

Emily felt the bullet whizz by her face and hit someone behind her, a pained and surprised gasp escaping the victim. She snapped her head around as Lavender slumped to the ground, her eyes already faded.