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The world catches up when I hear the clatter of Percy’s gun beside me. Lights flash again as Triggerman puts two more bullets into my back.
I can tell Percy is yelling something, but her words are muffled as my body tries to fight off the power. I push some of my shadows into the wounds, hoping that, in her terror, Percy doesn’t notice the wafting darkness.
The ground rattles around us. I can feel something tugging at my gut. Like when a spirit really has something vital it wants to say but can’t. Like my own soul might be trying to extract itself from my body.
Soul.
Fuck.
I drag my head up, feeling the world rock a little as my counteracting shadows pull at Triggerman’s siphon. And I see him.
Chapter 17
Darkness
Midnight
5. Titan - Identity: Unknown. Powers: Tier 5, Soulsight. Last Seen: Now
RISE Database, Updated 10/25/1030
Titan.
The man is nearly seven feet tall. His golden armor is garish but has an ethereal glow that makes him look like an otherworldly being.
“Sir,” Triggerman says, grabbing at his thigh. “The two you wanted.”
Titan’s helmeted face doesn’t move. Instead, he seems to be peering down at me. I can feel something scratching and prodding at my senses—like a dog pawing at the door, begging to be let in.
And, for a moment, I almost do. For a moment, I almost want to see what Titan might find.
But then he might confirm what I’ve always known.
Percy drops to her knees beside me; her hair plastered to her head and I process the fact that it’s raining now.
Fuckingpoetic.
“How touching,” Titan’s deep voice resonates through the alley. It’s a wonder no one’s called the NCPD or the Guild at this point. “This one doesn’t feel the same as you, Arya.”
“I know that” I growl, looking up at him. My body shudders as the bullets work their way through me. What comes next is going to hurt like a bitch. For all of us. “Don’t need to rub it in.”
Titan huffs out what must be a laugh as he gestures behind him. Rock guy lumbers forward, both hands returned.
I turn to look at Percy. Her eyes flit between the two men. She finally meets my eyes, though, and I give her a lopsided grin.
“Forgive me,” I whisper.
Shadows explode across the alley. The shadows thrown by the towering buildings above thicken and blot out what light was provided by the alley’s Affliction lights.
With a huff, I arch back. My spine screams for a moment before the inky blackness numbs at the pain. Tendrils spike out around me, pressing at the stonework and pushing me to my feet.
Titan backs up a step. Rock guy trips over his feet, landing roughly on the stone floor. Triggerman literally screams. He makes a mad dash for the exit to the alley but bounces harshly off the manifested shadows. Ice guy and fire guy both light up in their respective elements, but their faces are drawn with fear.
The tendrils of darkness swirl around me, each an extension of my will. Of my power.
“I normally would give you all a chance for redemption,” I say, my voice hollow. “But I’m fucking sick and tired. I have had a very bad day. And I would like to be left the fuck alone now.”
A spike of darkness launches at the two elementals. They barely get out a scream before both are pierced through. The jagged edge of the manifested shadow slices into and through them both—their guts and entrails spilling out into the alley way as their bodies collapse. The shadow retracts as fast as it had appeared.
