Broken Mirrors

[Firestar]

OOC: I think it's time to step on a few butterflies. What do y'all think? lol

As he slowly climbed the stairs, Dave glanced outside the broken windows. New York was completely devastated. Over half the buildings were flattened, and those that still stood were at odd angles, threatening to topple. The sky was a murky gray and threatened to spill acid rain as it did periodically.

He could barely remember back to when it wasn't like that. The explosion had left the entire city devestated and the entire world in a state of shock. Despite that, nothing had changed. So many lives lost and yet no one seemed to care. Why was that?

Eventually he reached his destination, the third floor from the top. There were some areas where the floor was just a mass of holes. Some lights flickered, somehow still attempting to work. Dave grimaced--those lights would just make his job harder.

In the middle of the floor, he pulled out a gun and cocked it. "Felicity!" he called out darkly. "I know you're here. You can't hide from me. Come on out."

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OOC: Not really sure how I want this Felicity to be. lol. I'll just go with what comes to mind while I type.

The view from the window was amazing. Well, it would have been amazing if the city was not crumbling around her. If the sky was not roiling with acid and smog and thick dark clouds. How could this have happened? A tear slid down her cheek and she sat heavily on the floor, bringing her knees up to her chest. She rocked herself slowly, hiding her face on her knees. Eventually she looked up, out the window again. Not a window anymore though, since that had been blown out too. She glanced at her hands, which glowed softly. She never seemed to run out of energy anymore, not even after the blast. Her breath caught when she heard somebody call her name. Scrambling to her feet, she drew in more energy from the flickering lights. Dave... Creeping silently across the room, she tried to move away from the sound of his voice.

[Firestar]

Dave glanced around, listening for the slightest noise. His sister could be quiet sometimes, but he had trained his ears very well. He could hear nervous breathing.
Glancing at some fallen rubble and a collapsed beam, Dave shifted it aside effortlessly, even with impunity. Then he stared at the revealed form of Felicity; she glowed slightly, as if she was holding too much energy.
Instantly, he felt a sense of anger and resentment, as well as hurt building up inside of him. He had hoped she was still alive, and had even dreamed of a reunion with her and Logan. But this was nothing like what he had expected. He never thought he would have to eliminate her.
"You've messed with the wrong people," he told her, aiming the gun directly at her head. "I don't know what you've been doing, but I have to put a stop to it." He stared at her resolutely for a moment or two longer, then lowered the gun slightly. His expression softened, as did his voice.
"Where were you, Lissy? I looked for you for weeks...months, even. Why couldn't I find you?"

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Continuing to back away, Felicity bumped into a still standing wall. She found herself cornered, and it was too late to change direction. Dave appeared before her. With a gun. Her hands trembled at the sight of her brother aiming point blank at her. How could life have twisted so unrecognizably. She didn't even know what to say as it seemed he was about to shoot, but her eyes clouded with tears. "I don't know." she said, her voice shaking. "I lost control Dave. I just... didn't know who I was anymore. I had too much energy... this happened and then, I ran. I shouldn't have come back." Her eyes seemed to darken, and she lifted a hand at Dave. "You shouldn't have come for me. I don't want to hurt you, Dave, but you're not giving me a choice." Her eyes softened again, seeming to despair. "You would gun down your own sister?"

[Firestar]

Dave grew more and more angry as Felicity explained things to him. What kind of excuse was that? And now, if only partly because of her, the world was an unfit place to live.
His expression became stoic when she raised her hand threateningly to him. He couldn't stop her beam, but he wasn't afraid. It would be easy to shift himself out of the way, if he had enough warning. His expression grew cold at her question.
"My sister died in the explosion," he said. "You are nothing more than a threat to the world, a threat that must be eliminated." He squeezed the trigger, taking careful aim at her left shoulder, heartless as he intended to make Felicity suffer some before he killed her.

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A scowl darkened Felicity's face as Dave rose the gun again. She tried to dodge but she was too slow, and the bullet bore easily into her shoulder. "Ah!" she cried out, staggering at the impact. Tears pricked at her eyes, but her mind remained malignant. Raising her hand, she shot a beam out at Dave. The light was nearly blinding as it shot out, a low hum accompanying it. There wasn't much energy left in this building, so she would have to be careful how she used it. She needed to draw in more. To run away.

[Firestar]

Dave dodged to the side when Felicity shot a beam of light at him, at the same time moving some sheet metal in between them. The surface was dully reflective, so the light partially bounced off. Still, it didn't take long for the metal to melt under the intense heat.
He glanced around left and right for a moment, then shrugged. There was nothing better for him to use, so he used what was left of the melting scrap metal and within seconds formed it into a long, thin chain, which he then sent flying toward his sister to tie her up.
"What have you been doing since the explosion, Felicity? Sitting around in mourning?" He glared at her from where he stood, then moved the molecules and atoms of his body almost instantaneously so that he almost teleported behind her. "I've been busy honing my skills to a razor sharp edge."