Paige Wilson
Paige didn't stop when the lights went out, she'd seen the tunnel ahead and knew it was clear, at least up to the first bend, so it was there that she finally slowed, placing a hand against the wall to guide herself. She didn't stop though, even with the darkness twisting her gut into knots and dredging up all the memories of that cold metal room in Harry's basement. She refused to let herself stop, refused to curl into a tight ball on the floor and let him win. She was stronger than that. Stronger than he ever gave her credit for. She knew that now, thanks to Steven, and she'd be damned if she was going to give in just because some asshole decided to fuck with the lights. So she kept moving, past the halfway point now and making progress toward the other team's base inside the wall.
That was when the electricity hit. She yelped and jerked her hand back, for all the good it would do her now, as the current coursed through her body and she felt that same energized surge in her muscles. Like adrenaline only better. Much, much better. Maybe that was why they'd given her a suit with no insular properties. Everyone else seemed to have one tailored to their strengths, so why would they give her one that conducts energy like nobody's business unless she could somehow use that energy? They had to know more about her power than they'd told her already, and she'd have to find one of the staff later and ask what the hell the big idea was. That or just figure this shit out as she went along.
When she saw light coming through one of the doorways ahead, deep red light with a sickly green tinge, she darted forward and peeked around the frame to find two girls moving toward the center section of the field, one whose hands glowed red and another whose entire body was emanating green. Thankfully neither one was bright enough to ruin the nightvision she'd managed to develop since the lights went out, and she slipped past the door and kept moving down the tunnel. If the arrangement on this side was anything like the one on hers, she could exit the wall behind the enemy base and hopefully scale the bunker to the second floor, attacking the flag itself from above. She wasn't sure how much use that plan would be if they had a powerhouse inside the flag room itself, but it was the best idea she'd been able to come up with on short notice.
She ignored the roar that emenated from the side her own base was on, as well as the one that followed. They must have gotten someone across, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Hopefully the others managed to make it back off. It only vaguely occurred to her that the roar might have come from one of her teammates. She hadn't had much time to familiarize herself with all the names, and hadn't seen which side everyone had moved to before things started. Regardless, it didn't matter now. She was already most of the way to the other side and going back now would just put her own team behind.