No.
No. No. No. No!

Why? Why her? Why'd they have to find her first?! Even if I don't know her, I need to help. I slowly crept the door open, just to make sure they weren't there. They still were.

"Help! Someone! Ethan!...Xavier!" I heard a female voice shout.

"Shut it you stupid girl!" A guy's voice was heard this time.

"Stop it, please don't hurt me, let me go! You filthy-"

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"

Then all you could hear were screams and buzzing electricity.

Silence.

Silence fell, nothing was heard after that.

"Hey, you heard that, there's two more let's go!"

Crap.

I crept the door open again, seeing both of the men facing away of me. Munching on the pizza.

'Pht,pigs.' I thought.

"You heard him,let's go!"

"Nah."

"What?! You know we're gonna get fired right?"

"Who cares! I haven't eaten pizza for months!"

"Whatever, I'm gonna go help."

His footsteps got quieter and quieter. Until he finally left. Perfect. A grin reached my face. I have a fully functioning plan.

I extended my hand outside to open a drawer. Hoping to find some good silverware. Spoons, forks, sporks?, butter knives. All useless until, a good feeling, sharp knife came to my grasp. I pulled it back into the covert.

I remembered Xavier snapping his fingers together to create a fire. Might sound stupid but I'll give it a try.

I concentrated,believing and thinking about fire, hard until sweat beads started to form. I finally snapped my fingers, and guess what? Beginners luck. I looked at the knife it had ragged edges, good enough for cutting through thick meat. Perfect.

I heard footsteps come towards the covert.

I heard static from a walkie talkie.

"I need back-up, I'm in the kitchen, closing in on a covert. A light in the covert just went on."

'Oh ho ho ho. Not for long.'

'What am I thinking?! I am NOT going to kill someone. Especially not a human. I'm one too.'

'Snap out of it Ethan! You are NOT human anymore. You used conduit alchemy. Us conduits use our chemicals to convert air to fire.'

'Just shut up and let me take over!'

'What?! No don't you-!' A strong gust of air hit me in the head. The world around me went dark.

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I woke up in a glass box. It was dark until I saw, what looked like a T.V, turn on. I was able to see someone inside a covert, like if I was seeing a person's point of view. Wait. I am. I see the person turn towards the door, the hand slowly reaching towards it until it slammed it open. An astonished man crouched on the other side until the hand swinged, a knife in it's hand.

"What the he-" But it was too late, the knife gashed his neck, blood squirting everywhere. Like putting your thumb on a running hose. I sat there in the box, my mouth wide open. I looked back at the screen the hand got closer to my viewer's face until I tasted a warm, sour, irony taste. It tasted almost like... Like...

Blood.

No. No. No!!!!

I wasn't in somebody elses point of view. It's mine. I'm watching myself but how? Why?

Xavier.

I started pounding on the glass harder and harder. I kept on punching and kicking until a fire shard hit me. I wobbled and fell on my bottom.

"What the hell?!" I yelled.

A voice replied, Xavier's actually,"Stop it, I don't want you getting hurt!"

"WHY SHOULD I?!"

"Because-" He got cut off.

Soldiers flooded into the kitchen. They all had shotguns or any gun really.

"Stop. Or we will fire." One yelled.

But Xavier did the complete opposite.
He started running towards them, he slapped his hand on his wrist an slid it off, releasing a fire blade. He ran to each, slashing their necks or heads or really anywhere to cause damage.

When they released fire he created a shield and threw it at them. I had to cover my eyes, their bodies got cut in half, showing all their insides. I couldn't handle it anymore. I raised my fist and brought it down forcefully.

"No! Ethan you idiot!" Xavier exclaimed.

There was a bright light. I brought my arm up to cover my eyes again. I was brought back to my body. I was relieved until...

"So glad you could join us...Ethan." A voice came from behind me. A female's. But it was deeper than Evelyn's.

"Don't you remember me...let's give you a hint,"

A sharp object penetrated my neck.

"Three words, actually three letters, C. U. P. "