Liana sprinted to the door, willing the metal and mechanisms inside the lock to weld shut, gluing to the door to its frame. They know we're here. Wake the others- I'll hold the door as long as I can.
She realized she was giving her leader orders, but he met her eyes with a knowing smile. Good luck. Without another word, he raced inside the sleeping room, shaking the Blueblood Armada awake.
Liana stretched out her mind, trying to see what the person outside was going to do next, but her- or his- thoughts were too shaken. It was like reaching into a bucket of beetles, and she withdrew quickly as ice crawled up her spine. She focused on the door, levitating some of the large tables of the mess hall to align themselves to block the entrance. It wouldn't hold against the Psychokinetic's force for long, but hopefully she was more powerful. She had to be. But after years of suppressing her power and fainting every time she overexerted herself...
Jerik returned in less than a minute, flanked by Outcasts in pajamas carrying deadly weapons. A couple had stolen guns- which twisted Liana's stomach into a knot- but she swallowed and tried not to shake. Flipping tables to make cover, the gunners and archers lined up by the door, poking their rifles and arrows over the edge of the table.
Charlie, Iris, Travis, Kian, Taylor, Corey... they poured out of the sleeping room, all giving her the same strange look. A mixture of fear, concern- and... determination? They positioned themselves by her side, willing to die to protect their people. Charlie reached down to take one of her hands and give it a firm squeeze, and she remembered that she had overheard some of her conversation with Jerik. She squeezed back, grateful for the small gesture of support.
There was a loud thump at the door that made everyone jump, and Liana's heartbeat slammed in her ears as she thrust her hands out, setting the rest of the tables against the door. Another crash.
And then the door flew off its hinges, taking the tables with it. They soared towards Liana and her friends, but she shielded them, pushing the tables to each side. Her heartbeat slammed against her chest- whoever had thrown the tables and the door at her must've wielded such force... force that perhaps she couldn't beat. Her instincts took over, her brain shifting to autopilot as if it was not quite believing what she was seeing. The bloodred fog leaked in, but she drew it into a ball, trying to see who the Psychokinetic was.
The gunners aimed at the dark figure obscured by fog, but their bullets bounced harmlessly off an invisible shield, a trick that Liana herself often used.
The figure stepped out of the fog, a cold smile twisting her features as her eyes met Liana's and her heart dropped into her stomach.
Allie.
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