Snippet #1551512

The skyscraper was one of the highest points in the city, which meant it was the shortest distance to the eternal clouds in the sky. Taser came here a lot. He mostly practised his aim and manipulation, but recently he efforts had turned upwards. He looked up at their ceiling, and focused a charge through his hand, before unleashing it into the clouds. The electricity flowed from him and struck the cloud... and that was it.

Taser drew his hand into a fist and frowned, then turned to the flight of stairs back down to the ground. Why wouldn't this work? They're clouds, just water... still, at least it was a distraction. He gazed at the tattoo burned into his hand. Nine of them left in this city. Soon, there would be less. Taser grinned at the thought; hunting down others had been so fun. For the rest, he was conducting these tests, and they were destined subjects. Or so he had hoped.

His hand glowed with sparks from annoyance as he entered the ground lobby. His gang... they were so much more passive than him, and he didn't want to find out their reaction if he attacked another gang. He wouldn't say it, but he feared them. And that was all that kept him in line. But he could get stronger. No, he would get stronger. Moving over the vapourised door, he emerged into the commercial street. Spotting a still-standing streetlight, he released the charge of anger in his arm into it's base. It creaked, before toppling backwards into a coffee bar.

'Well, maybe that's enougth thinking for now' he thought as he stared at the wreckage. He turned down the street and walked along the line in the middle. Nothing to do for now but keep walking, and hopefully come across something interesting...