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- bea had drawn considerable heat from the air, the temperatures plunging lower and colder than the typical weather the island experienced. inky clouds blotted out the sky, a storm imminent. swathed in a whirling, high-powered sphere of wind, bea had turned her steely focus to the whereabouts of the five children of chaos. her heart thrummed as oncoming bullets and projectiles were deterred, the winds flicking them aside. it was a tad unnervingly silent in her little bubble, for bea heard nothing but the whirring gales and the fluttering of her uniform's fabric. her toes danced on the ledge, the tips of her boots groundless.
she would have normally been shadowing avery on the low grounds, using the tanky brute used as a shield as she provided the lightning manipulator a convenient electrical source. despite their clashing attitudes, they at times possessed some deeper understanding of one another out on the battlefields. that is, the rare moments when he could keep his swollen ego in check, scarce yet blissful occurrences. today was not one of them. the prospect of seeing maddox always had bea on edge. everything seemed heightened such as avery being twice of offsetting. she doubted she could have kept her sanity if she was anywhere near.
inhaling sharply, the stony-faced descendant prepared another barrage of attacks, griping and drawing her hands to pull from the static charges within the atmosphere. in turn, her grip on her sphere of wind loosened, unable to pour her full attention into both tasks. nevertheless, it was worth it. her fingertips purred with raw electricity as the energy built. it sought an outlet, any outlet. creating lightning always gave her an indescribable high of power, a concoction of thrill and choking fear. thrusting fingers forward, bea sent the incredible buildup of electricity storming towards her target, the broken child of chaos. as the guardian let go, she felt the familiar push of charlie’s psionic powers, her eyes seeking the source. before she could even process the aftermath of her onslaught or her fellow descendant's location, scorching pain radiated throughout her chest and shoulder as bullets pierced through skin.
a writhing scream erupted from bea's gullet, black dots and white flashes dancing in her vision. her fingers felt slick, a harsh metallic odor tainting the frigid air. knees buckling, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against her skull. at the height of it all, her defenses had been dropped, allowing a vuide rebel to take his opportunity and unload their ammunition. thankfully, the kevlar vest and helmet shielded from the worst of the barrage. the soldier was barking at her now, forcefully trying to push her down in order to constrain her hands. she bellowed grunts of agony, brown eyes rolling up . bea couldn't be shy about her newfound powers now. she could feel consciousness slipping away. as the man grabbed her wrists, her blood-soaked hands grabbed back, feeling his furious heartbeats. "what the—" panting heavily, she begged, "push, push, push."
the worst of her scorching pain was ebbing, dulling down to a sharp ache. bea didn't know how, but she was kneeling now, over the man's curled-up body. bea never knew what happened in those blackout moments whenever she tried to exercise her healing abilities.
she missed the comfort of her windy shelter. her ears were now only full of the soldier's cries as a multitude of black spots began staining his uniform, mirroring bea's. she could only shudder, unable to meet his piercing eyes. "i'm sorry.
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