Expo Life and Death

Susanna threw her hands to her ears as the gun went off. She was quite used to the sound of gunshots, but it had been quite sudden, and near. She stared at the blonde boy, about her age, standing over Anna she bled out. Like Janie bled out.

Janie.

FOCUS! Susanna shouted to herself, pulling herself from her mind, trying to focus on the chaos around her. Anna was dead. Marco was Dead. Wes was nowhere to be found. She wasn't entirely sure what to do. They were being decimated. Destroyed. Like they had destroyed so many others. Maybe this was long awaited karma.

Susanna's puppets went limp as she dropped her control. She reached down and pulled her pistol from her ankle holster, standing numbly with the metal in her hands, moving along the wall toward the window. Two stories wasn't awfully long to jump if she had too.

Then Tyler gasped, stiffening as Obsidian's hand met his chest, confused by the onslaught of unconnected and incoherant ramblings of his enemies brain.

Susanna blinked.

Almost every person she had known and worked with regularly in the past four years was gone.
 
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Obsidian straightened out, taking in a deep breath. His body was buzzing, thrumming with energy as he turned his sharp, golden gaze on the last remaining member of the Rattlers that stood in the room. She was eyeing the window, and a look at Rhody ensured that she was near it, waiting to grab the girl if they needed to keep her from jumping. Obsidian took a few slow steps toward her, his gloved hands raised at his sides, as if to show her where they were.

“You’re not one of them, are you? Not the core team. You’re useful, intimidating, but you weren’t in charge. You don’t seem like you wanted to be here willingly. Would you like to leave? We can keep you safe, if you want out. No strings attached.” His fingers wiggled as he said the final line, as if he were puppeting something. He looked around the room, at the bodies of both people and insects. “We won’t even ask you to use your powers for us.”

His voice managed to stay slow, unrushed, despite the energy. He felt like a whirlwind, but he needed to present a collected front to this girl. Of course, he wanted her abilities. She was unusual and powerful. But first and foremost, he wanted her safe. He wanted to not have to hurt her. She seemed like she was barely as old as his boys, as Hematite and Sulphur. Despite the grey hair. He smiled at her, the action gentle.​
 
His voice was calm and soothing, and that alone set off alarm bells in her head. Marco had been calm and soothing. They made her all sorts of promises, and after watching Slate murder him, and the rest of the gang, Susanna wasn't to sure she wouldn't go the same way.

The dark hair woman who beheaded Marco quickly took a place near the window, blocking her only potential escape. Quick math told her that Obsidian was too fast, and the other two large men would be impossible to shoot. The woman was a healer like Marco. She might have a chance targeting the blonde boy, if she really wanted.

Susanna didn't want to.

She met Obsidians gold eyes with her own steely iris's. There was a erratic- almost high- giddiness about him he seemed to be supressing. Something wildly enigmatic and insane that only came from honesty. Even if they were lying, she didn't fear death.

Susanna pressed her index finger on the guns safety, and slowly set it down on a shelf, nodding. She could hear him out at least.
 
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