Devon laughed at the two of them, glaring at Lacey and ignoring Shinta. His hands cackled with lighting, which slowly built up in his hands. He didn't notice Trent, who slowly collected himself and stood up, his knees wobbling a bit. Determined, Trent built up air before blasting it at his father. Sadly, the lighting was already in the air by the time Devon crashed into the wall, sliding into one of the offices. Skylar, just getting up, was in the path. She looked up right as it hit her in the stomach, knocking her down.
"Sky!" Trent yelped, abandoning his aspiration of killing his father, ran over to her. Her eyelids drooped, then shut completely. Trent wanted to know that she was alright, but he couldn't even touch her. A medical Haze ran over and checked her pulse. "She's still alive, barely though," Trent watched in horror as he watched white blood, the blood of the Hazes, spilled out of her stomach. Trent felt extreme fear. He started to run.
He didn't know where he was going, but he just ran out of the building. He ran for about five minutes before he came to a city edge. "I have no damn idea where I am," He muttered. He felt useless. Devon was probably in the same condition Skylar was in, but besides that small victory, he felt useless. Totally useless. "Face it, you're useless," He talked to himself, and sat against a brick building.