Hurricane: Day 17, Part One
Jackson had fast reflexes... He kicked Evan backwards, causing Evan to fall backwards back down a flight of stairs. He whipped out his guns, dove to the right, and fired just as Chloè fired. Two bullets clanked to the ground. I looked at them, shocked. There weren't two bullets that hit the floor, but 4. Except Jackson had fired his shots so precisely that his bullets had collided with hers in midair, and fused together. Jackson crouched, ready to fire. Chloè kept her guns pointed at his face. I jumped in between them to keep them from firing.
"Both of you, drop the guns."
They both set their guns on the ground. I saw Chloè grab something from behind her back, and hurl it at Jackson. Faster than thought, Jackson whirled around with a knife in his hand and slashed the object out of the air. It was a throwing knife.
"Both of you drop ALL weapons," I yelled.
Chloe pulled out two 8 inch knives out of her boots, and two guns out from underneath her jacket on her back. She grabbed two more throwing knives out of her boots, and then a extremely pointy hairpin out of her hair. Jackson tossed me his backpack, which was full of knives and gun ammo clips pre-loaded. He reached and pulled out two guns from his back under his jacket, and 3 throwing knives he had lining the inside of his jacket sleeve. Chloè glared daggers at Jackson. He returned the look.
"Chloè, this is Jackson Wolf, a freind. He's on our side. His main skills, well I'm pretty sure you can figure that one out. The guy downstairs is Evan Hall. He can control flames, and summon them to him."
"Oh.... My bad," Chloè said.
Jackson started forward. "Your bad? Your BAD? Just who do you think you are?"
She stuck out her hand. "Chloè Archer."
"Jackson, this is the girl with Super Speed."
"Oh." He shook her hand.
"Look, Chloè, if I'm going to trust you completely, I need answers."
"My names Chloè Archer, and I got my powers about a month ago. The guy you just melted like butter is the guy I call Zorb. It's because he absorbs the physical properties of something once he touches is, and he can become that thing at any time he wants. He's a shapeshifter on steroids in a way. I know him because I've been trying to stop him for the last two weeks, but it's not easy when you can't let him touch you."
"Wait, he started to choke me. Are you saying that he can now look like me, and even possibly copy my powers?" I asked.
"Yes, he can look like you," Chloè explained. "I am not sure if he can copy powers as well. He won't be able to look like you unless he used his powers while he touched you. You would see his eyes start glowing if he did."
"His eyes were normal," I said. "About as black as his soul..."
"Zorb, unfortunately, can't die. He can only be temporarily stopped. He always reforms after you kill him. You would have to freeze him to stop him for good, except there is nothing cold enough in the world to keep him frozen any longer than a couple of days. He was sent here to kill you. By whom, I don't know. But if he makes you his target, he will always find you, no matter where you go."
From behind us, I heard a radio turn on. "Reinforcements, we need reinforcements!"
"Reinforcements being sent to your location now."
It was that I had taken the sunglasses from. I punched him in the face and knocked him out.
"We need to get out of here," I said. "Chloè, want to come with us?"
She thought for a moment. "Sure," she said. "I'll follow you."
We ran to the stairs, dragged Evan to his feet, and bolted...
