I did it again!

A small sense of achievement erupted within me after I successfully removed the chip from Bolt's neck.

Grinning down at my hands with a teeth wide grin, I thought about how much more work I'd have to do in order to help the others.

This'll be a long fight, but with Bolt's speed maybe we can shorten it.

The sound of heavy chains snaking towards me pulled my attention away from the bloody chip I had in my hand.

Turning to look at the entrance of the parking garage, I saw the Division's wannabe Commander, Valda.

She dragged both of her 50 feet chains links behind her as she slowly walked towards me. She then stopped about 5 cars away from me, and stood still.

Ok maybe she does have a chip in her. Val seems calm just like how Bolt was, but if I think about it her face is naturally calm looking, even in chaotic situations.

I stood up off the ground and moved to stand before Bolt, protecting him from any harm that could bestow upon him.

Valda is a sneaky bitch so I've gotta stay on high alert. A plus she has that I don't is experience, she was in the same assassination community with my Dad.

So she has skills from before she got into the Division and learned more while in it. I've seen her fight, and she's a nasty monster when she gets blood on her hands.

"Your charade ends here, Medusa. You've ought to be ashamed of your actions in getting our comrades under the Professor's forceful control." Val said sounding like an old librarian.

That clarifies my confusion, she doesn't have a chip in her, if she did she wouldn't be able to speak.

"You'd suck the Professor's dick if it meant that you could live another day. Don't blame this on me, you all knew this day will come and it seems like everyone but you is loyal to me." I sassily said to defend myself.

Val scoffed before taking her right arm out of her black cloak. She had flame like lines tatted down her arm and her finger tips were tinted black.

Some people would definitely mistaken her for a witch. Her cloak, old accent, and dark aesthetic is  a dead give away that she could be one.

"Unit 1 will always be loyal to the Professor. We've stopped following after Commanders when we've realized that they all eventually die. The only person who hasn't died is the Professor."

I scoffed and slowly moved my left leg to get into my fighting stance, "We'll see about that. The Professor dies today."

Val opened her palm and threw a ball of fiery gas onto her chains. The fire ripped down one of her chain links, it glowed a bright orange as the metal became hot to the touch.

Her chains came alive and snaked up into the air surrounding her, then they abruptly stopped and charged towards me at full speed.

Val maybe an old head with lots of wisdom, but she sure does have lots of weaknesses.

Her chains aren't as strong as they used to be, they've grown old just like her. So they'll crumble as easily as she will.

I dodged the attack from the chains, and it went smashing into a car's windshield.

Val looked at me from my new position, resulting to her chains charging at me once again. Wherever she looks the chains followed.

The chains neared me to my arms length, I quickly grabbed onto the scorching hot metal and pulled it.

"Ahh!" I yelled out as I felt the hot metal melting into my skin.

"You stupid child, haven't your parents taught you not to tough a hot stove. What makes you think my chains are different from that?" Val insulted before closing her palm.

Her chains began to pull away from me, going back to its owner.

"Oh no you don't." I said, tightening my grip and pulled them towards me. Without these chains, Val will be weaponless.

"Stop it, you should be fighting not playing tug of war!!" Val yelled.

Pushing my pain aside, I closed my eyes and focused on dilating my pupils to bring forth my gray orbs.

If I concentrate hard enough, I think I can stone these chains. I've never stoned an item, but it's worth a try.

Opening my eyes, I locked my sight on the bright orange chains.

Nothing was happening, no stoning or rusting, and these chains were slipping through my grip inch by inch.

Come on!!

I heard Val laughing, "Fine if you love these chains so much, why don't they kill you with love."

My arms were clamped together tightly, making me look around.

Val's other chain link wrapped around me, like how snakes wrap themselves around their prey. It picked me up off the ground and squeezed me tightly, trying to get me to loosen my grip on the first chain links.

A small laugh escaped my mouth as I kept my eyes on the chains in my hands. "Val...I think you've underestimate me. Take a good look at your chains."

It was happening! My eyes do work on things!

Small spots on the chains turned gray, and was spreading faster than a diesease.

Val's breathe hitched, "How'd you do that? You're still a baby with that power." She said.

A baby? Ever since the first use, I've always known how to use my eyes, all I had to do was concentrate hard enough to get what I want to be turned to stone.

Maybe if I train more with them, I could evolve and can turn anything into stone with my hands.

The fire that was burning the chains cooled down before it completely went out. I closed my eyes once again to de-dilate my eyes, bringing my pupils to it's original state.

Looking at Val's horrified face, I smirked before giving a finally pull of her chains. They fell from both our holds and crumbled onto the ground.

"Noooo!" Val cried before falling to her knees.

"I suggest you release me or these chains will be no more." I said lowly.

Val had a hand full of metal particles from her chains, she looked up at me with tear filled eyes.

She pointed her bony wrinkled finger at me, "....Just wait until Death comes." She said before getting up.

The chains around me loosened, dropping me onto the ground.

Val gave me a lasting look before turning to walk away. Smart move, you only have one of your chains left, best you surrender.

A groan escaped my throat as the burning pain from the chains came back. I was so focused on keeping my eyes opened and gray that I forgot about my hands.

Looking down at them, I saw a deep wound traveling  across the palms of both my hands. My flesh was burnt and scorching hot, it'll take some time before I could start healing again.

A small gasp came from behind me, "...Commander." Said a tired Bolt.

"I've helped you Bolt, you're free. Now repay that debt in helping us free the others." I said looking straight ahead towards the entrance of the parking garage.

Placing my injured palms flat on the ground, I pushed myself up off the ground. Stumbling a bit, I managed to hold myself up and started walking to the battle field.

The rustling of clothes and heavy footsteps behind me meant that Bolt was following after me.

He caught up with me just as we left the perimeter of the parking garage, "What do you need me to do, Commander?" He huskily asked.

I looked at him before pulling out my other pocketknife. "Here, take the chips out of our comrades's necks." I said as I was handing it to him.

He took the knife and nodded his head, "Yes, ma'am."

Alright, now our army is growing bit by bit.