“I know that you can do it,” he said putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve seen you do it once already.”
“Alright,” she replied.
“OK, they’ll be busting through those doors in the next few minutes. You wait behind me until the deal maker is down, and you old man, go store her contract some place safe and hide.”
“I was planning to,” he said then before leaving. “Now sonny, don’t you die or who else will I get to pay for all the damage done around here.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
And when the old man was gone, he got into a shooting stance. Thanks to Susan’s new sense of time the wait seemed to take forever. In the moment after the door busted open, David took his first shot that Susan knew hit its mark through the smoke because of the sickly pop she heard it make against the dealmaker’s skull. His second bullet found its prey no more than a second later and consumed him in blue fire that parted the smoke just enough to get a glimpse of the red-haired demon in her black cloak. David lined up his shot on her, but before he could even pull the trigger she was two feet to his right. Susan sprung on her without even having to think about it. They tumbled to the ground, rolling for a bit and fought for domination until Susan finally got the she-demon upright. Pressing the demon’s arms against her body, Susan thrust her away from herself yelling, “now!”
And in the split second that the bullet thumped into the body, she managed to shove her away. The force of the crimson blaze knocked her against the wall. She shook off the pain, a task that was as easy as flipping off a switch, and stood up to watch the flames. One dying blue one with weak black strings, and the other one a fierce crimson red flame, with what looked like a witch inside it, emitting waves of black energy so thick it stained the walls it touched
Soon, but not soon enough for Susan’s taste, both flames burned out, one leaving behind only sticky ashes and the other one with about half a dozen slightly burned contracts sticking out of the less gooey mess.
“So what now?” She asked.
“Well you can get your brain back and go back to your old life or…” He leaves it at that.
“Or what?”
“Or you can stay as you are,” he warned her. “But watch out, this power is something that can corrupt you quickly”
“Now that I think about it, my current life will probably corrupt me in the end.” She then looked at him. “By any chance did you need any help with your work?”
He smiled. “For someone with your abilities? Absolutely.”
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