Cody’s light manipulation affected his immediate surroundings, entrapping the UNARM personnel in light prisons that burned on touch. Agent Dioxide tried to move towards Cody’s voice, but his outstretched, guiding hand seared against the bars made of intense light. He may have a slight burn horizontal on his palm now. He flinched back in pain. He struggled to keep still and not fall back to any of these light prisons. Even though the ambient light faded, it was still a blinding, uncomfortable state.
They were right: Cody O’Niel is a powerful anomaly. If light is his source of power, it may be possible that he is near omnipotence. When the entrapped heard him apologize, it was like a merciful god was present.
If Cody was God… what was Gershwin?
***The lights seemed to seep into Gershwin’s room, she still holstered down in her reclined bed. Unfortunately for her, she could not provide any more protection to her eyes besides her thin eyelids against the bright light.
‘I. SAID. STOP.’
Her hands mightily broke free of their leather straps, and she reached for the rest of her restraints and tore them apart. Her eyes were blazing in pain but they no longer were blinded by the light.
This is it. This is her ability working through again.
Her eyes were still in pain, but her power is working through the pain. Her sight and strength were enhanced by the existence of her torturous pain.
With a hefty kick, she broke the door open, off its hinges, into the main room. If there was still any self-doubt that she was an anomaly, that was gone now. Her eyes glowed red, and her vision was a ruby-tint red.
Her posture was heavy and slouched. It was her fighting through the pain. Her breath was heavy, but her grip on the door frame pierced through the hard concrete wall.
With direct eye-contact to Cody, she spoke:
‘That shit hurts. Stop.