YOU NEVER SAW ME | m.w.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

The pair relied on Y/N's precognition to guide them to the gate exit. Her precognition was her ability to be able to sense what is right, and what benefits her future, as well as flash images of her near future as well.

"This way." She declared, leading her father in the direction wherever she felt was right.
She could feel certain pulls, leading her in the right directions as they twist and turn in the hallways, trying to find their way out.

It was when they turned the corner closest to the gate entrance room—now just down the hall—that more Russian guards started to flood into the halls.

The father and daughter turned to exchange confident looks with each other as the guards bolted for them. They nodded their heads to each other.

The duo then turned back to look in the direction of the guards that were now running even closer to them, but the Hoppers were ready.

Their fists clenched in balls at their sides, their power just waiting to be unleashed.
Their blood was heated with anger and pure unchecked energy and power from not taking their mediating pills.

Jim's eyes already shifted to fade into the lightest shade of his eye color blue to signal his use of his powers, his feet planted to prepare for impact of the guards.

"Let's dance." Y/N smirked, slightly tilting her head to instigate the guards ; her eyes clouding to change into their intense grey color.

Russian guards came at the duo from every direction, throwing punches and kicks at Y/N from every angle they could think of.

She took every hit with grace, but instead, returned every hit back at them with even greater force, her fists colliding with unshaven chins and her knees kicking exposed rib cages before they even got the chance to touch their guns.

However, the guards seemed to get smarter with their choice of combat weapons, because one even came at her with electric taser sticks, making her shriek at every poke they took to her skin.

Her blood seemed to broil even more at her intensified anger, an uncontainable lust for violence on whoever dealt her that pain was now untamable.

She turned to glare angrily with her stormy grey eyes at the culprit, reaching to snatch it out of his hand to then break the rod in half over her knee, throwing the two halves to the side.
"Sorry, but that's cheating." She shrugged sarcastically as she seemed to enjoy the fearful look in the guard's eyes before she knocked him out cold.

The tasing rod seemed to affect her more than she originally thought, her side hurt a bit more than she liked. The only thing she could do, was push through the pain, and allow her healing abilities to do their job. 

All she focused on afterwards, was her breathing.

It was loud and heavy as she twisted and turned to greet every guard with loving punches to knock out a good few teeth, or to just knock them out cold.

And it wasn't until there were no longer guards in the hallway coming for her, that she realized that they took care of each and every one of them.
She looked down at her fists, dried blood crusting the knuckles from pummeling the guards into unconsciousness.

Her grey eyes cleared back to her normal e/c color, thus granting her access to her more humanitarian emotions. Like guilt.