Weak Class of Anti-Hero

The second smoke bomb renewed the panic. It was total chaos.

My new power pulsed within me. I felt faster, lighter. The pain from my injuries was gone, replaced by a cold, focused energy.

My second target was a girl who manipulated sound. She was the one who had laughed the loudest when Yoo-Na humiliated me.

I slipped into the darkness, a predator in its element. The other members of the Ivory Circle were trying to regroup, shouting their names. They were disorganized. Terrified.

I found the sound girl. She was creating small shockwaves around herself, trying to ’see’ with her ears.

She sensed movement near her. "Who’s there? Park?"

I didn’t give her time to react.

I burst from the shadows. She turned her head towards me. I saw surprise and fear in her eyes for a split second before my dagger slit her throat.

A gurgling sound. That was all.

I pushed her aside.

Two down.

"He’s here!" someone shouted. It was Park. He had managed to create a small flame in his palm, an orange and flickering glow that faintly lit up his sweaty face.