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Spoiler:However, his victory was quite short lived, as he turned to finish off the other two when he saw they had long since abandoned their comrades and were now making their escape.
“Hold it right there!” cried Kevin as he made a mad dash for the escapists, but the hypnotist turned around and screamed. It was a harsh, shrill shriek like a banshee’s, laced with hypnotic waves that disoriented and discombobulated Kevin. Capitalising on this one moment, the captain caught Kevin off-guard.
A thick, black oily pool materialized underneath Kevin, and tendrils rose up from it, wrapping around his wrists, knees, neck, and ankles. They grew taut, pulling Kevin to his knees, and hardened into cold, ebony chains.
“I know of abilities similar to this,” the captain, who no longer had anything to fear from the restrained Kevin, regardless of his transformed state, said as he walked close to him. “You divide yourself somehow, usually mentally, but sometimes physically, and that creates a vacuum between your parts that builds up the energy generated by the friction of your separation.”
Kevin thrashed and strained against the chains, but they were strong, and they somehow made him feel weaker and heavier than before, like they were draining him. The captain continued, “However, you use up that energy by becoming whole again,” dragging the claw from his gauntlet across Kevin’s neck before dragging it up to his jaw, ending on his chin with a flick, “and once that’s all gone, you’re back to normal.”
The more Kevin resisted, the more he felt his strength seeping, until finally the aura of his activated dynamism faded, and he returned to his regular state. Just then, Brian, Hannah, Akemii, and Balrog emerged from the school. As they did, the two remaining assailants turned and walked casually away.
They looked like they were going to give chase, but as the assailants made their nonchalant escape, the sprinkler system that kept the field of grass in front of the school activated, and the students seemed quite reluctant to enter the shower of droplets.
The hypnotist was watching them. She smirked smugly as she said, “Those kids are afraid of getting a little wet? How pitiful.”
But at her comment, the captain stopped moving altogether. She stared at him, surprised and confused, before he shook his head, turning to her and saying, “You still have a lot to learn.”
He looked up, and she followed his gaze to the far end of the path that led to the school. There, standing alone, was the school’s principal, Rosynne Chrodashryan. Her long hair flowed down her back, as she eyed the insects who dared attack her school. Though she was quite far away, her gaze intimidated the hypnotist, even though the glint from her glasses made it hard to see her eyes. Her posture was refined, though it effused with her anger as she prepared to render justice.
The students who wisely kept out of the water watched on as the principal’s dynamism was activated. The shower of wet pellets seemed to slow and slow, until they were each suspended in mid air. The layer of water that soaked the ground, and the two fleeing assailants, turned to a thick sheet of ice.
The array of frozen spheres began to fly to life. The drops closest to the escapists directed themselves to add to the growing ice casing, resulting in a thick, quite formidable shell. The other ice drops changed shape, and coalesced with each other, until a field of sharp, icy spears of varying sizes was floating in midair, each one pointed at the immobilized duo.
The principal strode to her captives, her heels clicking against the ground with each step. The ice that clung to Darkist’s unconscious form broke off and carried him, floating, back to his friends that came to save him, and the two were powerless to stop. Though the hypnotist seemed to try and struggle in vain against her iced prison, her captain seemed to have given in, and remained motionless.
She was furious, and ready to threaten the evil doers that she would unleash the suspended cloud of icy death that hung in the air around her captives, but when she turned around to face her detainee’s, the black armor of the captain shuddered and rippled in a grotesquely organic way, as if he was being turned into jelly while large insects inside him scurried about.
With a harsh, metallic shriek, the armor undid itself and exploded with enough force to break the icy confines and knock the principal to the ground, along with the hypnotist. Rosynne had pulled some of the floating shards in front of her to shield her from the blow just as it exploded, so she was on her feet quickly. The hypnotist, however, had the wind knocked out of her, and writhed on the ground clutching her chest and making a mix of sobbing and coughing sounds.
“You’d go through so much to kidnap one boy that your leader would sacrifice himself, and injure his subordinate?” Rosynne inquired, caring little for the scum who would attack her children.
However, the hypnotist began to cackle as she spat up smears of blood, “You stupid bitch. You think that he’s at the top of the chain just because he led this little field mission? You think that was really him wearing that armor that detonated just now?” She spat and heaved the whole time she spoke, “No, even he was just a knight, while we three are only sacrificial pawns. He controlled that armor like a marionette, it was just a walking bomb. We have lost nothing today.”
Then, out of breath, she collapsed due to exhaustion. Rosynne rubbed her temple in a mix of frustration and anger. With a sigh, the field of sharp icicles in the air fell to the ground, the clumps of the broken ice prison softened, and the sheet of ice covering the field melted. She picked Darkist up in her arms and carried him to Kevin, who was lying on his back, exhausted.
She laid him next to his friend, and sat down with the others. And the whole group of them spent just a few moments to relax and catch their breath.
Police, who Rosynne had called much earlier, closed in with their sirens. One by one, a trickle of students and teachers which steadily grew as more people awoke and recovered, began to leak out into the field.
Rosynne heaved another sigh and rose to her feet, wondering how much paperwork there would be.
Three of the four suspects were detained, and school was dismissed for the day. The local news was ablaze with stories of “A terrorist cell attacking innocent children”, and most of the talk in the entire town that evening revolved around speculation of what happened at the school while everyone was asleep, especially rumors of the principal activating her dynamism, which was usually unheard of.
However, in the Darkist household, things were very quiet. The principal had driven Darkist and Tatsu home herself, and their parents insisted she stay for dinner to repay her for saving Darkist. He had still not woken up, though, and dinner was very quiet. Though no one spoke it, everyone was worried for him.
At the end of the evening, as Rosynne was leaving, she turned to ask, “Is he awake yet?” She saw him lying on the couch, and didn’t need to see Tatsu’s head shaking no. Her concern was audible in her sigh, and she parted, saying only, “Good night.”
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Originally Posted by Chockeh
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