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“There’s no need for anymore threats. I think you’ve sufficiently scared the crap out of your opposition.Why don’t we get one of the workers out here so you can get out of here quickly as possible? No one needs to get hurt.”

The robber before her seemed more annoyed for a moment, but his face soon displayed signs of lethargy. Aemyle, for some reason, identified with him. It was as if she’d just crashed after drinking an energy drink. She blinked her heavying eyelids and shook her head a bit, trying to wake herself up.

“Aem!” Kuro whispered, furtively standing up with her eyes on the agitators. As the extraterrestrial turn to meet her friend’s gaze, she noticed most of the hostages drifting off to sleep. Why was everyone suddenly so sleepy?

“Aem, someone did something. A mutant or a magic user or something.” She spoke quietly and urgently. The guitarist quickly shut her mouth and turned her eyes to one of the robbers. Her eyes screamed “Oh shit” as she tried to hide behind Aemyle.

The assailant in question jerked awake and shouted “Someone’s trying to get into our heads!” His arms began to lift the muzzle of his firearm, and Aemyle instinctively shoved Kuroseta to the floor and out of harm’s way. The trigger was pulled back, and the robber let loose a spray of bullets around the room.

“Aemyle!” The singer heard a shout as she hit the floor. Two large points of pain pierced her chest near her left collar bone and her gut just below her rib cage, however it was only the pain that pierced. Two squished bullets preceded her to the floor, having left harsh, painful bruises resembling a close range paintball impact site on unprotected skin. She heard another commotion as she lay on the floor.

“Aem?” Kuroseta was worried, but she must’ve sensed that Aemyle knew she was nowhere near death. She began to crawl over to the teal-haired woman, and noticed one of the deformed bullets lying on the floor. After pausing for a moment, she rushed over and pulled up Aemyle’s shirt to see nothing but a nasty bruise. Her contact colored eyes stared in shock and slowly turned to gaze questioningly at Aemyle’s face.

“What is this?” Kuro asked, “Since when can you do that?”

“Since birth, I think.” Aemyle let out a slight groan of pain, pushing herself into a sitting position. “But I can’t explain now.”