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Jane struggled with the chains, created from light, but made into solid matter. If only she had been ready for it, she could have absorbed the light and burned that devil-girl to a crisp. But Syona had kinda sucker-punched her, and Jane immediately despised her for it.
"Do you work with Edge? Don't say a word, just nod. Say anything and I kill you. I want to meet them. Whoever is in charge, that is. I'm interested in joining, if I can~! I have some things to deal with..." Syona told her.
Does this backstabber really think I’ll trust her? Jane cursed inside her head. But she also cursed herself for making it so obvious who she was. The Scientist had been after the Jane Doe for so long, and the hoodie and energy blasts were a dead giveaway. In fact her hood was down and everyone could see her face if they got close enough. If they found out her real name they would not only know where to find her, they would know where to find Lisa. The thought fueled Jane like nothing else. Even more than the thought that none of the people she was trying to help, came to help her at all when she was chained to the ground.
Then she heard the thunder in the sky and knew backup actually
was coming. Jane took one final look at Syona’s young, devil face, and mumbled
“Go to hell,” under the gag in front of her own mouth.
Then lightning struck Jane, and she followed up next millisecond by blasting the ground beneath her, so the restraints had nothing to attach themselves to.
It had been Syona’s turn to get a surprise attack, as she clearly had forgot all about what had dialed Jane up to 11 just before. Now it was her turn to feel the cold hand of defeat … and death.
It seemed like the thunderstorm was ending for good this time, maybe the other Supernatural had reached his limit, but it didn't matter to Jane as of this moment.
She raised her arm, looked like she was about to fire on Syona, but then hesitated.
“It’s their fault,” she whispered and then suddenly yelled it, when looking at the buildings in the background.
“It’s their fault! All of it!” If the demon tried anything, Jane was clearly ready to absorb her light constructions before they could turn to solid matter. Yet Jane didn’t fire at her. No, instead she pointed right at a building and fired with all of her might.
The structure fell and was annihilated afterwards. Nothing was left, and Jane didn’t let up. Her eyes suddenly had death in them, and she started to disintegrate the next too, with no sign of wanting to stop.
So many people in the buses opened their mouths in horror, as this was never what any of them wanted. A few even seemed like they wanted to run out there and try to stop Jane. Unknown to almost everyone was that Jane was not herself. Somewhere high above Zhal was whispering in her ear, and doing her mind manipulation. Turning Jane into the very thing, she had been fighting.