Chapter 9: Ohmami

Dick leads me to a parked car in the alleyway next to the lounge. He tries the door handle, but to no avail. Feverish screams escape as the club door swings open, revealing Gar and Raven. 

He curses under his breath. "I hate having to do this," he mumbles as his elbow crashes into the passenger side window, shattering the glass. He reaches in and unlocks the car, opening the door. 

"What do you want us to do?" Raven asks frantically. Dick sits down in the driver's seat, his hands reaching underneath the wheel. He begins to pull and snap wires. 

"I want you two to stay behind and find Kori," he replies, still concentrating on hotwiring the car, "I'm going to take Elle home, where I'll provide support from The Cave."

The car's engine roars as Dick touches the open wires to one another. He pushes open the car door, waving for me to get in. 

"I told you, I can help! The team needs us here, not hiding behind a damn computer screen!" I retaliate. 

"That was when I thought we were going on a simple mission, not a full-blown trap! Get in the car, now!" He shouts, visibly growing in anger. I kick at the loose gravel below me, bringing a hand to my throbbing forehead. This entire ordeal is giving me a massive headache. 

"Elle, I know you're frustrated, but for your own safety you should head back to the manor. We can talk more about this when everything's calmed down," Gar negotiates. I turn to face him, his eyes pleading for me to listen. 

My shoulders slump as I give in. "Fine, fine. I'm going!" 

Once I'm fully inside the car, Raven and Gar retreat back into the lounge. Tires screech against the pavement as Dick slams on the gas. I close my eyes, resting my head against the leather seat. 

"I know you're disappointed, but it's for the best, you have to know that," Dick explains. I ignore him, turning to instead study the city's skyline from the view of my broken window. 

Just as I'm about to break the silence, something slams into the back of the car. My head jolts forward, hitting the dashboard. Blood trickles down from my hairline. 

Dick slams on the brakes and the car begins to slide, tilting to its side. With the momentum of the crash, the car flips over, rolling a couple times before stopping upside down. Broken glass lines the ceiling of the car. I can feel the pressure building in my head. 

"Dick, you okay?" I ask, nudging his shoulder. I bite down on my lips nervously. 

He groans, "yeah, I'll survive." He unbuckles, pulling himself out of the now broken driver's side window. I do the same, glass puncturing my bare knees as I crawl from the wreckage. 

"We just can't catch a break, can we?" I groan. Dick stares absently ahead. I try to see what he's looking at, but the darkness of the night is like a veil. 

"What are you looking at?" I inquire. A bullet whizzes past my head, grazing my ear. I hiss in pain, bringing a hand to my fresh wound. 

"Get down!" Dick shouts as he jumps to avoid a new flurry of bullets. I drop down and roll to the side, crouching behind the wrecked car. A white van flies out from the foggy distance, barreling towards where I'm positioned. I leap away just as the van collides, the sound of scraping metal and breaking glass filling my eardrums. The back door of the van swings open, revealing four burly men armed with machine guns. 

"Find the bitch, will ya'?! I have rent to pay, you bumbling bastards!" One of the men shouts, which I presume to be their leader. He's odd looking -- like a rat and a bear had a very, very ugly baby. 

"I'm right here, morons!" Dick shouts, swinging his fist into one of the goon's faces, catching them by surprise. The man stumbles back in shock, allowing Dick to kick the man in the stomach, causing him to fall flat on his back. 

"Awe, man. There goes Anthony." One of the men states pitifully. 

Who hired these freaks?

"Would you like to join Anthony?" I say, standing. I crack my knuckles as a sly grin spreads across my face. Unlike all my previous fights, I'm thoroughly prepared. I'm going to make sure this one is a lot of fun. 

"Elle-" Dick begins, as if he's trying to warn me. The men raise their guns, all three barrels pointed directly in my direction. Before they can empty their clips into me, I bring up my hand and freeze the end of each gun, rendering them useless. I can hear the low clicks of the triggers, confusion distorting the men's ugly faces. 

"Fuck this!" Their leader shouts, throwing his weapon to the ground and sprinting straight at me. Just as he's about to sock me, a step out of his way and shove a glowing red hand into his back, pressing in my palm as if I'm branding him. He screams in agony, his hands desperately trying to grab at the exposed flesh.  

I hear Dick yell out in disapproval as he fights off another attack. I ignore his judgement, his voice melting in with the background. My eyes scan the ground, looking for the man named Anthony. I scrunch my brows when I realize he's missing from his previous spot. 

Suddenly, the engine from the van starts up again. Smoke emits from the wheels as the car tries to force its way through the wreckage. 

"Oh, we're not finished yet!" I yell just as the car breaks through, shooting down the open road. I chase after it, but despite my weeks of training, only somebody as fast as the Flash could catch up. 

Just as I'm about to give up, I recall my training from back in Luthor's lab. By using the air around me, I can create a wind gust strong enough to push me forward. Taking a deep breath, I raise both arms up into the air. Leaves and debris rustle around me, my feet slowly lifting off the ground. I push myself forward, my body jolting towards the moving van. 

It only takes me a few seconds to catch up, my feet landing directly on the roof of the vehicle. It dips slightly under my weight, so I crouch down in order to balance myself. I heat up my hands, melting the metal under them. 

Once malleable enough, I kick hard through the top of the van, creating a hole wide enough for me to jump in. I slither down and my face immediately connects with a fist, sending me flying backwards onto my ass. 

"You're a goddamn freak, girl!" Anthony shouts. The gas pedal has been strapped downwards, sending us flying down the open road, gaining speed. The van swerves with nobody at the wheel, causing my body to collide with the wall. I groan and my eyes widen, seeing Anthony's foot pulled back in preparation to kick me. 

What happened to the saying, "don't kick a man when he's down?" 

I roll out of the way last second, setting fire to the floor below me. Anthony's foot becomes engulfed in flames. 

"What the fuck?" He screams, agony lacing his voice, "why can't I ever have a normal day?"

As he's distracted, I quickly stand up and grab the handgun that's resting on the dashboard of the van. Anthony's eyes widen once he sees the glock in my hand. For a few unwavering seconds, we stare at each other, waiting to see who makes the first move. 

We both move in unison, my finger pulling back the trigger and him launching at me. The bullet splits in between his eyebrows, the color quickly draining from his face. His body collapses, looking similar to a heap on the ground. 

I quickly grab hold on the steering wheel and slam my foot on to the brake. The smell of rubber assaults my nostrils, the screeching of the car tires a knife into the quiet blanket of the night. I close my eyes once the van comes to a stop, breathing in heavily through my nose. 

Just as I'm about to exhale, the van door is thrown open, a rough hand grabbing at my shoulders. I'm thrown out of the driver's seat, my back landing on the hard pavement. 

"I really got to put a bell on you or something," I heave in between breaths, staring up at Jason Todd. 

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(A/N):

Sorry for the long update! My mom sold me to One Direction for half a sandwich and I ended up falling in love with Harry Styles, which caused a huge fight between all the boys! I also lost all my limbs in a rabid squirrel attack, so I'm currently writing this chapter with my nose. 

But on a more serious note -- guys... I know. It's been a while. School has been kicking my ass in ways I didn't even know to be possible. But I promise I'm still here, and I plan to continue this story to completion! All the support I've been gaining makes me so, so happy. I never thought there'd be a day where people actually read and liked my work; making my childhood dreams become a reality. 

(p.s. Chase Atlantic's "Ohmami" was a decently large inspiration for this chapter, haha)

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I promise, promise, promise to update again as soon as I can!

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