Sparks flew, explosions rocked the ground, and sounds tore apart the space time continuum as the group of protagonists hurled attack after attack towards a lone enemy. Even though the enemy, a thin, twig like woman, was alone, she was not to be underestimated. After all, she was Sarahbell, the mastermind behind the attack against all superpowered beings, inciting a schism so large fighting had erupted on the streets. She had even brainwashed three of the four in the team in the past – Scott, Premieviere, and Rufus – except for their leader, Matt.
“Silly children,” Sarahbell manipulated some designs on her reading device, causing a blizzard to engulf the group, “The Iota Code wasn’t even supposed to be given to you. It was a mistake, and you’re clearly not ready to engage in combat against me if you can’t take a little cold.”
The Iota Code. A piece of software developed by Nixia Corp, meant to be loaded into any smart device to allow the user to control the elements. Great in the right hands, but catastrophic in the wrong. Matt and his friends had received Iota Coded devices at the beginning of the school year, by a robotic girl searching for trustworthy wielders.
“What made you think that? We chased you, defeated our overpowered friends while they were under your control, and even slaughtered Derek.” Matt played some Christmas tunes to counteract the freezing effects of her attack. Scott sighed in relief, but gasped in horror at his blue fingertips.
“You… Killed Derek?” Sarahbell couldn’t imagine it. Derek had been her most capable man for ten years, and she refused to think the likes of them could manage such a feat.
“Quite easy. While he was strong Iota-wise and physically, he didn’t stand a chance against Prim’s own special power. Speaking of that, Prim, do you mind?” Matt smiled at his friend, signaling her to do her grand finale.
“Sure!” Premieviere returned the smile, a fire in her eyes, and turned back to her adversary, “Sarahbell. I can’t believe that you would turn me against my father, Richard Nixia. Can you believe how betrayed he was when he saw that I was behind the first assault with his war machines? Just think of this as payback.”
Flames engulfed Premiviere, transforming her to a goddess of light. It shined and let her friends bathe her warm fire, healing Scott’s fingers and dispersing the blizzard in an instant.
To Sarahbell, however, it was a different story. Premiviere’s fire form radiated an intense heat, blistering and crisping her skin despite taking refuge behind an icy shield. Sarahbell frantically tapped buttons on her Fook to retaliate, only to realize the temperature melted the circuitry, leaving her Iota device a worthless scrap fused with her hand. She screamed.
As fast as the sun-like energy came, it faded away, leaving an exhausted Premieviere, a sobbing Sarahbell, and three fully healed boys still awestruck at the spectacle.
“We’ve finally defeated you, Sarahbell!” breathed Premieviere, nearly collapsing from exhaustion, “Surrender now and let the Oitemn police take care of you.”
The defeated mastermind mumbled something too low to hear.
“I think she’s trying to tell us something,” said Rufus, finally getting some screen time in this story, “Miss Sarahbell, can you repeat that?”
“You think that this is the end?” wheezed Sarahbell, pointing at Matt, “The true villain is still here.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Matt.
“Don’t play dumb. You did give me those three over there to help me with my plans. After all, I’m incapable of using my Iota to control others, correct? Unless you forgot about it so quickly?”
“She’s insane,” Matt turned to his friends, “Come on, prove her wrong. You all aren’t that gullible, are you?”
While Sarahbell was anything but trustworthy, it did explain how Sarahbell’s forces obtained information only available to the four, and why Matt had never been forced to fight against them.
But the damage had already been done. Premiviere, Scott, and Rufus wore faces of betrayal on varying levels, ranging from enraged to Premiviere to really, really confused with Rufus.
“Guys…?” Matt asked.
“I trusted you!” Premiviere lunged at him, hands ablaze. He blocked it with a tap of his ShieldTime!(tm) app.
“Given that Prim is already out for my blood, and you two aren’t doing a thing about it,” he deflected another flaming punch, “I guess the jig is up. It’s true, I was the one who forced you all to destroy Oitemn, one way or another.”
Pulling out a Beretta with his other hand, Matt shot Sarahbell through her temple, her blood and brain matter forming abstract art on the floor.
“But now that you know, you won’t get out with your free will intact.”
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