Onyx stopped when she was a yard away from Hannah, staring her down. The dark haired girl made sure to funnel every bad emotion she was feeling into her stare, and to keep her face as emotionless as possible.
"Hannah," she said flatly.
"Onyx, my darling," she snarled, glaring.
"Stop hurting these people," Onyx commanded, "this is between you and me, not them."
A bitter laugh fell from Hannah's laugh, "one boy tells you how he feels and suddenly you care about other people."
"Maybe I've learned how to feel again," Onyx responded, "or maybe I know that you are lashing out at these people because you're really angry at me."
"But why should I stop? What makes all these people different than the ones that we've killed in the past?" Hannah questioned.
"For one, you gain nothing from hurting them. Every other person we've killed has been so we could get the monetary reward that came with their death. You will not get money from these people's deaths," Onyx told her.
"Oh but I do gain something," Hannah said, "I get your attention again."
"That's what this is about?" Onyx said, a laugh slipping from her lips, "getting my attention again? You could have done that a million different ways, and now I have to stop you."
"Oh you can try, Onyx, but you can't stop me from trying to ruin everything good in your life that you don't deserve. No matter what you do, I will always come back to take away everything you have, just like you did to me," Hannah snarled.
"When did I ever take anything away from you?" Onyx asked.
"It was your idea to go undercover! It was your idea to get caught and put with foster families! It was you who took away everything good in our lives!" Hannah yelled.
"How?" Onyx yelled back, "you got put with a rich couple who never wanted anything but a child! You could have had anything in the world that you wanted! How is that bad? I was the one that got put with a poor family! You were the one who wrongfully believed that just because I was living with someone else our age that I was replacing you!"
A scoff fell from Hannah's lips before she opened her mouth to respond. Onyx never gave her the chance. As anger grew in her stomach, she finally looked right into Hannah's eyes and unconsciously took control of her body. As Onyx started walking backwards out the door, Hannah was forced to follow.
"If you hadn't let your jealousy and possessiveness get the better of you, we would never have drifted apart! We would still be friends, we would still be close and we could have accomplished the very mission we set out to! But no, you had to see things that weren't there! This is as much on you as it may be on me!"
Panting, anger blazing in her eyes, Onyx continued to back Hannah out of the train station. People walking towards the doors parted around the two girls, giving them a wide berth. Onyx wanted to end it right there, to end Hannah right there, but a flash of red and blue swinging by made her reconsider doing it.
She was going to try to stop for Peter, and if he was really to believe her, she couldn't kill Hannah as much as she wanted to, as much as she deserved to die.
Onyx broke her control over Hannah and took several steps back, panting. A laugh fell from Hannah's lips that irritated Onyx to every end.
"Look at what he's done to you!" Hannah snarled. "You are weak! Pathetic! You had every chance, all the control, and you couldn't even kill me!"
Anger boiled in Onyx's gut. How dare she accuse her of being weak. She was not weak. The dark haired girl charged at the redhead, knocking her off her feet and to the cement sidewalk out front of the doors if the train station. Hannah was careful to avoid looking in Onyx's eyes as she readied her fist to send it at her face. Before Onyx could land the blow, though, her arm froze.
Her anger increased. Hannah was using her ability against her. Once upon a time, they had promised never to use their powers against each other. And while Onyx had done it already, she was in much less control of her ability than Hannah, who always had carefully ordered control to everything about herself, from how much she slept, how they organized their schedule, to her ability.
"Let me go!" Onyx screamed.
"So you can punch me? In your dreams!" Hannah shouted back, taking control of the rest of Onyx's body to get the other girl off of her and standing again.
When Hannah pushed herself to her feet, she stared down at Onyx, nothing but malice and hatred in her eyes. Onyx wanted to scream, she wanted to yell and let out all the pent-up anger that she had inside of her, but she was still under Hannah's control. She couldn't move.
Slowly, the redhead forced Onyx down to her knees, pushing with an invisible weight that settled on every inch of her body. When Onyx's knees crashed into the pavement, Hannah's control shifted to her arms and shoulders, continuing to force Onyx further to the ground.
A yell tore its way out of Onyx's mouth as she cried out in frustration and pain. Her forearms made contact with the pavement below her. Then her head was being forced towards the ground and with a sickening crack, pain blossomed all around Onyx's forehead and over the top of her head.
Then the control was gone and Onyx sank to the ground, the tension leaving her muscles as her body collapsed and she was left panting on the pavement. Her heart was beating fast, blood pumping through her body rapidly, making her head spin with more than just the pain.
But something had caused Hannah to stop, and she had to find out whatever it was. Onyx pushed her head up to look around her and spotted Peter, all dressed up in his Spider-Man costume, shooting a web at Hannah.
"No," she protested weakly, "don't..."
Hannah shouted and Peter froze before he was forced to walk to the nearest wall and use his webbing to stick his hand to it. Then she could see his body relax as Hannah's control left and he began to frantically try to get himself unstuck. Then Hannah turned back to Onyx.
She could see the anger in her eyes. It had gone beyond anything that Onyx had ever seen before. In her hand, she picked up something off the ground, and Onyx couldn't see what it was, but she had no doubt that it would be a weapon of some kind, and Hannah began to stalk back over to Onyx.
More pain blossomed in her stomach as Hannah delivered a swift kick that caused Onyx to flip onto her back. Looking up at the redhead, she saw that the thing she had picked up was a broken bottle, with jagged edges that would do a lot of damage. Onyx used the remaining strength in her body to push herself back and away from Hannah, but she wasn't quick enough.
Hannah grabbed her shirt and pulled her up, and the anger blazing in her eyes was unmatched. It was like a raging fire, unstoppable and all-consuming. In her anger, Hannah couldn't even think to use her abilities to her advantage.
But Onyx could.
The redhead let out a yell and pulled her arm back to stab the broken bottle into Onyx with as much force as she could manage, and just as she brought it down to strike into Onyx's stomach, the dark-haired girl locked eyes with her former friend.
Surprise flashed through Hannah's eyes, surprise and pain. Blood pooled around the wound in her stomach as her hand still clutched the broken bottle. Hannah stumbled backwards, and Onyx took the bottle from her hand and threw it to the ground. She followed after Hannah, grabbing her arm to stop her from moving.
"My emotions are not my weakness. They are my strength. But yours are your weakness," she snarled before letting Hannah go and watching as she fell to the ground, the final bit of life in her eyes fading away.
And just like that, the weight of the whole scenario, or what she'd just done, crashed down on Onyx. Her knees gave out from under her and tears gathered in her eyes before falling down her cheeks. Onyx fell to her arms, next to her former best friend and she cried. And when someone picked her up and held her tightly, she didn't protest, knowing that it was Peter.
"Hey, hey, it's gonna be alright," Peter told her in a soothing voice.
"No, no it's not," she replied.
"Why would you say that, of course it will," Peter said.
"I can't stop, Peter, I can't stop killing people. You have to help me, I can't do it," she said as she cried into his shoulder, "I can't stop."
"It's okay," he said, holding her tighter, "I think I know someone that can help."
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So, place your bets now, who do you think this person is will help Onyx? Who does Peter have in mind to help her?