THIRD PERSON POV
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"What does Country A's security look like?"
Chaos swallowed the city.
People ran in every direction, screams tearing through the air as they searched for somewhere—anywhere—safe. Soldiers rushed past in full gear, forming defensive lines as the situation spiraled.
George and his team didn't hesitate.
There was no time.
They grabbed whatever clothes theycould and rushed out immediately. Fear pressed tightly against their ribs, but none of them acknowledged it. This wasn't their first life-or-death situation.
Their footsteps remained steady against the broken rhythm of the streets as Ivy led them through narrow shortcuts.
She didn't answer immediately.
"What you call special forces…" she said finally, voice calm despite her fidgeting hands, "…is just the military here. Everyone is trained the same—powers or not. They should already be in action. If we interfere carelessly, we'll only make things worse."
They stopped in an alley, peering cautiously into the open street.
Lily clicked her tongue. "So we just stand here?"
"Help smartly," Albert cut in.
He stepped forward, thinking fast.
"Some of us escort civilians to the base. Others patrol and handle threats we haven't seen yet."
Nods followed.
"You don't know the city. Ivy and I will lead. I'll—"
"Lead them to the base. I'll handle combat."
Ivy's interruption was calm, but firm.
Her face gave nothing away.
Her hands did.
After a brief pause, Albert nodded.
No one argued.
The atmosphere already felt… wrong.
They split.
Donald, Fiona, and Zoe moved with Albert.
George, Nathan, and Lily followed Ivy.
They moved carefully, scanning every corner.
Then they saw him.
Number Seven.
Destruction followed his every movement.
Anyone caught within his reach—
—was torn apart like paper.
The screams didn't sound human anymore.
George's sword appeared instantly, flames crawling up his arm as he stepped forward—
Nathan grabbed him.
Hard.
"Wait."
The burn didn't faze him.
"There's more."
George stilled.
Looked again.
Another impact. Another collapse.
Same destruction.
Same presence.
"…That's not possible."
"They multiplied?" Lily muttered.
"No…" Nathan narrowed his eyes. "Something else."
Ivy's chains dragged softly across the ground.
"Doesn't matter."
George exhaled.
"We fight."
He turned to Lily, voice sharp.
"Defense only."
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
They moved.
Lily stayed back, roots bursting from the ground, wrapping, restraining, controlling space.
Ivy launched first.
Chains snapped forward, striking Number Seven—
He caught them effortlessly and used them.
She was thrown straight into a building.
The impact knocked the air from her lungs—
—but she was already moving again.
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Meanwhile,
The first intruder moved differently.
While chaos consumed the city, he searched.
Strategic.
Precise.
Authority points.
Targets that mattered.
The Vice President's residence, closest in sight.
Security didn't stand a chance.
They tried.
They fell.
Inside—
The doors burst open as the intruder calmly walked in, eyes searching.
Nora, who had been lounging on the couch, sprang up to fight without hesitation.
But she had little training. Never like Ivy.
Not experienced enough.
Not fast enough.
She went down.
Nanny Gloria ran.
The boys—Jordan and Jonathan—hidden behind her as she tried to shield them with her body.
Security running in and all meeting the same fate.
Nothing worked.
By the time help arrived—
It was already over.
Albert was the first to reach with the military behind him.
The intruder still active.
Still fighting.
Not even a scratch on him.
The boys didn't look at that.
They were crouched on the ground—
Over Gloria.
Over Nora.
Albert reached into his pockets with shaky hands, number already on speed dial.
Ivy arrived moments later.
Breathing uneven.
Teleportation had failed.
Too unstable.
She stopped.
Just for a second.
Then walked forward.
Checked Nora.
A breath escaped her.
Alive.
Good.
She turned—
Ready to leave.
To return.
To fight—
She stopped again.
This time—
she saw it.
Nanny Gloria.
Bad.
Too bad.
Ivy knelt, hands glowing red.
Trying.
Forcing.
"Come on… just once…"
Her voice was low. Repeating. Breaking rhythm.
"Big sis… you can't heal…"
"I know!"
Sharp. Immediate.
But she didn't stop.
She tried again.
And again.
Everything getting worst.
Until—
nothing.
Her hands stilled.
Blood soaked through her fingers.
She reached up.
Touched Gloria's face.
The boys watched.
At first, they thought it was grief.
But something was wrong.
She wasn't reacting.
She was…searching.
"Big sis…?"
No response.
Her hands moved again.
Checking.
Turning.
Looking.
Analyzing.
Then—
she nodded and stood.
They stepped back instantly.
Something had shifted.
Her eyes—
black.
Completely.
She scanned the room once.
Then walked out.
"Head. Heart. Disable."
The soldier nearest her froze confused.
Then saw her eyes—
—and stepped back immediately.
She moved.
Slow at first.
Then faster.
Sand rose with her steps, spiraling, gathering—
She jumped.
Thunder cracked.
A spear formed—
—and struck clean through the intruder's back.
Bursting through his chest.
He retaliated instantly.
Grabbed her hair.
Threw her.
Hard.
"Ivy!"
Albert tried to move—
Too slow.
Too injured.
The intruder crushed his legs underfoot.
His scream tore through the air.
Ivy was already back.
Her hand plunged into his chest.
Searching.
He roared and grabbed her arm—
Snapped it.
She didn't react.
Didn't flinch.
Just smiled.
Adjusted.
For a second the intruder hesitated.Confusion flickering across his face.
He tried to speak—
Too late.
She moved again.
Faster.
Higher.
Landing on him—
Her thumbs drove into his eyes.
He threw her again—
But it didn't matter.
She didn't stop.
Sand turned to pears.
Straight into his head.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until—
he fell.
Silence spread.
Slow.
Uneasy.
Crack.
She stepped on his legs.
Pulled one free,threw it aside.
Lifted him by the hair.
Tilting his head.
Studied him.
"Pretty…"
A faint smile.
"…go bye-bye now."
Her hand moved to his throat.
Silence.
Complete.
No one moved.
Not the soldiers.
Not George nor Renzo who had arrived with the others.
Just her.
Standing there.
Covered in black liquid.
She took a step back.
Another.
Her body swayed—
And she collapsed.