We all stood, crowded in the cell in the belly of the Dawn Slayer as it sliced its way through the dark void of space. Albany's elbow dug into my ribs, and Kitty was crushed against my chest.
"I should have known," Gabriella lamented, "that Roman would betray us! I'm a Forerunner! I'm supposed to be able to see this stuff before it happens!"
"It wasn't your fault, you know," Chris soothed. "You didn't know, and none of us had any reason to distrust him."
"He saved my life," Jenny inserted.
"Speak of the devil..." I muttered, watching the door at the far end of the metal corridor slide noiselessly open.
We silenced, and I could see tears forming in Gabriella's eyes at the thought of the betrayal that Roman had pulled on us. We were now in the hands of our worst enemy.
"So," Roman drawled, smiling wolfishly as he surveyed us, "I've got the dreaded Warrior Elite and the Shadow Elite. How nice. Now, which one shall I question first?!"
Chris' fingers curled up into fists, and beside me, Albany stiffened, driving her elbow deeper into my ribs. I winced, but thought it wise not to say anything to the ultrapathic teen.
Zoe shoved her way to the front of the cell, which was no easy task seeing it was crammed with over twenty of us, and she was rather small to begin with it. "You betrayed your best friend! And now you do this?! Roman, you don't have to do this!"
Roman rolled his eyes. "Will we ever get past those little cliche phrases?"
"I mean it." Zoe's sharp green eyes shot daggers at him. "I can cause you quite a world of pain for it too."
"You're in a cell that blocks telepathic abilities; I'm not worried," he replied calmly. He scanned our faces, ignoring the open hate and disgust that was there. "You."
He was pointing at Kitty.
"No," I said, firmly.
He pretended he hadn't hear me. "What's that, Blue Jay?"
"I said no," I repeated calmly. Inside, my heart was thumping faster and there was a pounding in my ears. Albany's elbow dug deeper into my ribs, and Kitty pressed back into my chest even more.
"I'm afraid you have no say in the matter," and he reached in and pulled Kitty out.
I couldn't stop him; all of my telepathic abilities were blocked.
Or could I do something?!
I pulled the oldest--and possibly cheesiest--play in the book, and stuck my foot in the door. Instantly, every single bone in my foot was crushed by the automatic, steel door. But it stopped the door.
Wincing in pain, and worry for my sister making me strong, Albany and Ryker helped me shove back the door and I limped through.
Albany gave a yelp and the door slammed shut again. It was just me against Roman. And he had a knife to my sister's throat.
"Get back in the cell."
"No. Don't you dare touch my sister!"
He pressed the knife closer against her throat, and a small thread of red showed.
"I said, don't touch her!" There was a sudden tingling in my hands, and there was a blinding flash of light.
"Don't you dare touch my sister!" I screamed again.
The light faded, to reveal Kitty, sitting, stunned, on the floor, holding her neck. And Roman was...a pile of ashes on the metal floor.
"His eyes are glowing," Ryker whispered hoarsely.
I whirled around, and caught reflection of myself in a computer screen on the wall by the cell. They were right; my eyes were a glowing, fiery blue--the pupils, the iris, the whites of them...the veins on my arms were outlined a glowing blue, and I stared in wonderment.
"What does it mean?!" I asked no one in particular.
"He's ultrapathic," Albany whispered.