Peter hadn't been lying. She knew he hadn't been lying. Why would Peter lie? He had no reason, and even if he did, Elle doubted his ability to be convincing. But still, having Peter tell her one thing and seeing the proof of it standing before her were two entirely different things. That was her electricity, and he was flaunting it.
In a brash move, rushed and driven by raw adrenaline, Elle let the bat fall to the ground in a loud, unceremonious clatter. Blue sparks crackled in her palm.
"No." Her voice was low and dark. Coldness in her eyes reflected from the current in her hand. "You don't remember what happened the last time you messed with me."
She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. Not exactly. While it was a victory in the sense that she survived, she still managed to enable a slew of dangerous prisoners escape and was more or less fired for it. He didn't need to know that part. She had wanted to keep going and tell him exactly how he'd ruined her life, detailing out a list from the day she ever set foot in that stupid dirty repair shop, but she couldn't let herself. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't show her weaknesses. Not now. Although she'd considered it when her power was malfunctioning at its worst, when she couldn't sleep or eat or even breathe without electricity overflowing her system, she didn't want to die. Not here, and not by his hand.
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He did.
Peter hadn't been lying. She knew he hadn't been lying. Why would Peter lie? He had no reason, and even if he did, Elle doubted his ability to be convincing. But still, having Peter tell her one thing and seeing the proof of it standing before her were two entirely different things. That was her electricity, and he was flaunting it.
In a brash move, rushed and driven by raw adrenaline, Elle let the bat fall to the ground in a loud, unceremonious clatter. Blue sparks crackled in her palm.
"No." Her voice was low and dark. Coldness in her eyes reflected from the current in her hand. "You don't remember what happened the last time you messed with me."
She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. Not exactly. While it was a victory in the sense that she survived, she still managed to enable a slew of dangerous prisoners escape and was more or less fired for it. He didn't need to know that part. She had wanted to keep going and tell him exactly how he'd ruined her life, detailing out a list from the day she ever set foot in that stupid dirty repair shop, but she couldn't let herself. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't show her weaknesses. Not now. Although she'd considered it when her power was malfunctioning at its worst, when she couldn't sleep or eat or even breathe without electricity overflowing her system, she didn't want to die. Not here, and not by his hand.