"Last time I checked, I wasn't the prefect you were... kissing."
Jack hissed.
Something was off. The entire situation was... suspicious. The
feeling of wrongness came back in full, pulsing through her veins.
Jack paused, listening down the hall. A quiet whistling sound
echoed down the stone passage.
Kendo.
There was no way they would leave him unguarded. It was a trap. It
had to be. The only question was whether or not Andrea had been in
on it.
"I was being PG, darling." She whispered to Emma. Jack trusted
Lydia's assessment, especially in conjunction with the inklings of
a trap that she was thinking about.
"Screw it." Jack was so consumed by darkness and fury that the
shadows had fused together, travelling up her arms, shoulders, and
fusing across her back and chest into a sort of armor. She wasn't
sure if she could access her light powers if she tried. But she
didn't want to try.
She rounded the corner, stalking down the stairs. She shot a
half-dozen shadow pulses ahead of her, connecting with two of the
stealth guards. It wasn't enough force to knock them out, but they
were stunned. And then Jack was right outside of Kendo's cell,
battling the rest of the guards with ease. Her shadows had become a
part of her.
"What do you think?" She asked, annoyance seeping into her words.
Tendrils of shadow ensnared the remaining guards, pinning them in
place against the wall. She punched the air, sending cutting blades
of shadows towards them. They would pay.
Without looking, Jack made Kendo's handcuffs and entire cell
dissolve into shadows. The darkness reformed into a crude ukulele,
and settled in front of him. The gauntlet of shadows over her hand
never wavered from its position in front of the guard's face.
"..." That reaction ignored her more than she let on, the shadows
around her pulsing angrily. And where were Emma and Lydia?
"What do you mean, us damn kids? What are we ruining? And
why did you invade our school?" Her questions were insistent. She
would not hesitate to force him to answer.
"That's it? You're merely profit-motivated? Then why did you kidnap
the teachers too? How is the dean involved?" If the profit part was
true, this building would burn. Jack stepped closer, a menacing
glint in her eye.
"But why?" She hissed dangerously. "Don't forget, I hold
your life in my hands right now." Jack glared through the gloom at
him. Her eyes flicked back to Kendo and Lydia briefly, wondering if
they knew any of this.