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What was happening? This wasn't part of the plan, Winter didn't know what to do. She wasn't trained for anything, she was just a kid. Just a sixteen year old girl who was trapped in the shadow of everyone trying to control her. This was supposed to be a press-conference, not a terrorist attack. Winter put up a wall of ice, attempting to protect both the reporters and herself. "Get Subject X out of here!" Doc growled, 009 and 012 grabbing Winter on either side, hauling her away from the stage. Flames suddenly burst from the ground, as though they came from nowhere, surrounding them. They were stuck, frozen in place, unable to move. Winter put up ice to try and push the flames back, the heat searing. Were there bombs in the ground? No, Winter had experienced bombings first hand.
Yuuki had never mentioned a fire user. "Gotta get out of here," she coughed, the smoke burning her eyes and lungs. She formed an ice arrow, shooting it in the direction of the explosion on top of the building. She knocked another, getting ready to shoot when Janet grabbed her. "Winter, no." She shook her head, "listen." They were demanding that she be handed over to them, that this was their punishment for trying to weaponize her. Winter went stiff, uncertain, her hands trembling. "No, I don't want to go with them." She whispered, terrified. "We're not going to let them take you, don't worry." 012 winked, taking the safety off of his gun. Janet did the same, the two of them circling around her, the flames making them sweat.
Not Winter, she was shivering. They wouldn't just... hand her over, would they? She was a person, not a bargaining chip, a human being. Rain? Winter looked up, it was raining, the flame sizzling around them, but not going out. "What did you get yourself into?" It had been a mistake to trust Elise, Winter realized that now, as she watched the rain fall on what had previously been a sunny day. She was working with these terrorists, how had Winter not seen this coming? "Winter, control yourself." Janet hissed, ice creeping up her arms. It had begun to snow around her, snow and rain and fire. All they needed was an earthquake and they would have the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
"I can help," Winter said insistantly. "What can you do?" 012 laughed, "you're not a trained agent! You're just a crippled kid whose head is being filled with stories! Let the adults handle it!" Janet elbowed him in the side. He looked down, no longer laughing, his feet frozen to the ground. "Winter no-" Janet reached for her, but Winter was already icing over the flames, long enough for her to jump over them. She used her cane to balance herself, walking quickly, unable to run, back to the stage. Wherever she stepped, ice spread out, her hair flaring around her like an animated character. Winter garbbed the microphone from the stage, glad to hear that it was still on. "We do not negotiate with terrorists!" Her hand shot out, a wave of ice jutting outwards.
Something pierced her shoulder. She looked down, blood trickling from the wound. She had been shot. She growled, shooting ice from her other hand, only to get shot again. A third in her stomach, a fourth in her leg. She was not aware that they were darts from a dart gun, only aware of the pain that exploded each time it pierced her skin. It was a hot, burning, searing pain. Winter fell to her knees, her cane clattering to the ground. "I'm... not... done... yet!" Another wall of ice went up, long enough for Doc and Hellen to escape. All hell had broken loose, reporters stuck between reporting and running for their lives. She was shot in the neck, crumpling to the stage with the finality of enough tranqualiziers to put out a horse.
"Winter!" Janet screamed, only to be knocked back by fire. 012 grabbed her, shielding them from the flames that were closing in. Winter wasn't sure who lifted her, they swiped a hand over her eyes, closing them. Was she dead? Was this what it was like? No, surely death wasn't this stifling. There was no bright light, no shrine gate in front of her. Surely, Yuuki would be here, bugging her? This was the sensation of being trapped within your own body. Winter's breathing slowed to the point where her chest no longer appeared to be rising and falling, her body entering survival mode, a hibernation of sorts. She was not aware of anything happening around her, but she could feel the sensation of blood trickling out of her nose, and hear the wind rushing in her ears. To the outside observer, Winter appeared dead.