“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” she asked herself, out of breath. With the heat crawling back into her hands, she shouldered her way in.
Sam gasped. “Bethany?” She was backed into the corner of the room, the guard halfway through unbuttoning his shirt.
He whipped around, his hand immediately going for his baton. Bethany sprung forward, her hand clamping over his. He reeled back, backhanding her across the cheek. She fell, the entire right side of her face burning. He planted his foot on her shoulder, pushed her onto her side, and kicked her in the ribcage.
Bethany curled into the fetal position, groaning. She looked at the man towering above her, the heat completely gone; and so was Sam.
It was only her and the guard now.
“I know what you did the last time you were here,” he said, rolling up his sleeves, “and I’m gonna enjoy making you scream.” He pulled his fist back, only for his punch to halt mid-swing. His brows furrowed, his arm frozen in place. “What the...”
His head flew back, blood spurting from his nose. He roared, swinging wildly at the air. Eyes bulging, he doubled over as his hands flew in between his legs. He collapsed, hunched over on his knees before falling entirely on his stomach, just to writhe in agony.
Bethany watched with wide eyes as Sam slowly materialized before her, kicking and punching the guard while he was down. Her eyes shimmered violet.
“How do you like it? Piece of shit!” she shrieked, kicking him square in the nose.
Bethany clambered to her feet, dragging Sam away from him by the wrists.
“Calm down! You got him!” Bethany exclaimed, stepping between the two. The guard laid unconscious, his face bloodied. Bethany crushed her in a hug. “How did you do that?”
Sam limply hugged back. “Do what? I think I blacked out,” she panted.
Bethany pulled away. That answered her questions; she definitely killed those guards, and Sam couldn’t do what she did. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or more wary of these unpredictable abilities.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“He wouldn’t have had the chance to hurt me anyways once that serum stuff kicked in, but it looks like it was just in time.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Sorry, sorry, sorry—”
“Was this a goddamn experiment? Are you insane?” Bethany exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air.
“I just needed to find out if it was true!”
Bethany paced across the room, smoothing down her reddened face. “And you thought the best way to do that was by putting yourself in danger? I almost killed a guard coming to rescue you!”
Sam grinned, putting her hands on her hips. “Aww, Bethany!”
“Right, right, sorry, this is serious.”
“What if it didn’t work? What if you couldn’t have stopped him?”
She paused. “Then this would be a very different conversation.”
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