Anna wasn't prepared for this.

The last time she fought someone enhanced with the drug, she made a mental note to never do so up close again. Every attack should be long-ranged as it quickly became a disadvantage for her the last time fought one. Her mind powers won't work on him either. She was nearly hundred percent sure of that. The thoughts of the enhanced persons she fought at the warehouse were vague. Anna couldn't read them clearly. Only the thoughts they were thinking about and the memories tied to them were accessible to her. Maybe before he injected himself, Anna had a chance but from the moment that he did, she was shut out of his mind completely. So yeah, commanding him to knock himself out was definitely out of the list of things she could do to him. Using her telekinesis and forcefield constructs was her game plan tonight, or at least it was before the mad man ran towards her. He moved faster than before and quickly covered the distance between them.

Activating her powers, Anna moved (quickly but gently) every police officer that was still in front behind her and in the last moment, she made a forcefield a few feet away from her. The forcefield didn't so much as jerk him an inch backward as the blonde man surprisingly tore through it like a sheet of paper and swung a fist in her direction.

It was scary seeing him destroy her forcefield like that but Anna quickly regained herself and evaded the attack as she moved to the opposite direction. Then she punched his side with her forcefield covered fist.

Again, it did nothing. It was as though she had punched a wall. The forcefield around her fist didn't dissipate but the force of her attack made her fist bounce off him. Anna took a few steps back trying to create space between them but with the great speed the man possessed, it did quite little. Anna couldn't keep up.

Then she had a window of opportunity. As the shirtless man reached for a broken piece of glass that had been embedded into a wall as a result of the explosion, Anna pulled his hand away from it with her power. Before he could react to that, she pushed him back a few feet and at the same time, summoned the chair from earlier (which was behind him) and smashed the back of his head with it. From the way he moved forward and shook his head violently, Anna could tell that it hurt him. Not letting him regain himself, she lifted the chair again and flung it in his direction. Then she hit him with it again and again and again... She was winning, Anna could tell. She just had to keep attacking and this would be over soon. Soon he would—

Begin evading?

That wasn't what Anna expected but it was what happened. Rather than fall to the floor, the man dodged her attacks and then with a dispassionate smack, he shattered the flying chair. Smiling then, he ran toward her. Following his charge, he leaped into the air and from his elevated position, he punched her. She had barely formed a forcefield around her when the fist landed and sent her flying a good twenty feet through the plywood that demarcated the offices in the large room. Forming the forcefield meant that the punch didn't come in contact with her but the effect of it she still felt; a sharp pain erupting all over.

“Ooh that's gotta hurt,” the man started as he walked toward the pile of broken chairs, tables and plywood demarcations where Anna was lying groaning in pain, “I told you girl, you don't stand a chance. The boss's gonna be really happy when I bring you to him. He didn't even ask for that, can you imagine? It's gonna be like Christmas for the guy. Of course I've gotta finish the job he sent me here for and I can't leave you like this, causing distractions. Heard you've got a healing factor.”

By this point, he had grabbed her by the neck, lifted her off the floor and had begun choking her. “Night nigh—”

The bullet that flew from the gun aimed at him by one of the police officers behind them jerked him, interrupting the man's monologue and stopping him from strangling Anna.

“When are you cocksuckers gonna get it?” He asked sounding pissed, his hand still around Anna's neck, “I'm fucking bulletproof. You've tried thousands of times already.”

Throwing the girl for good measure, he ran towards the retreating group of police officers and attacked them.

Anna on the other hand began to feel the violent pain a lot less. Her throat still felt sore as she struggled to her feet coughing. Maybe that was how her healing power worked? It fixed her piece by piece and not wholly like the comic superheroes. Whatever it was, now was not the time to think about it. Right now, she had to concentrate on stopping the man in front of her from killing and destroying everyone in police station.

It was when she got up she realised he wasn't in the room anymore. Struggling, she walked past the injured officers in the room.

“He's going to the evidence room,” one of the officers said behind her. He was one of the officers lying on the floor. He was a dark skinned man probably in his fifties. Turning around, Anna helped him as he struggled to sit up and rest his back on the wall. Coughing a little, he continued, “I do not know what he wants there but he's been pretty hellbent on getting there.”

Could it be the video? Anna thought, the guys at the warehouse were pretty hellbent on getting Donna's copy of the video which they did. Is this a follow-up to destroy the last copy that exists?

It had to be Carter Grayson's men. Who else used the drug? Wait, could they have begun selling the drug? If that was it, then things were worse than she thought. A whole lot worse. Either way, if the man was going to the evidence room, then that was where she needed to be.

“You okay?” Anna asked.

“I'll live,” the police officer replied. “You're here for him aren't you?”

“I am now.” As the words left her mouth, she felt the pain in her throat fade away completely.

“You some kind of superhero or something?”

“Something,” She replied standing up.

“The evidence room's the last door on the second floor.”

Not that I wouldn't have found that out anyway but, “Thanks,” she replied. With that she walked out of the room, down the hallway and unto the staircase.

The hallway of the second floor was much different from the ground floor. A lot less police officers laid unconscious on the floor and the walls were still intact. Of course, there were a few broken doors and cracked but mostly the place was less of a mess than the ground floor.

Nearing the entrance of the evidence room, a man stood guard while another man probably the same one she'd been fighting was humming inside the evidence room. She recognised the man outside. He was one of the men at the warehouse the other night. Now that she got closer, she sensed the presence of three other men surrounding a heap of something in the evidence room. She also smelled gasoline and after noticing that, it didn't take another second to realise what the man was sent her for. So there four men here about the set the evidence room on fire.

“Yo Fisher,” the man outside called.

“What?” he replied annoyed before walking out of the room with a jerrican in hand.

“That's what he sent you here for isn't it?” She started before anyone else could say something. “Carter sent you here to destroy the last copy of the video and save these guys.”

“I have got a question for you too; How's that costume really? I gotta ask. I mean it's summer, you should be boiling in there. Or maybe you've got ice powers too. But that would be seriously unfair though,” he said the last part facing his part who just kept staring at her. “She gets tons of powers and we only get three with that PBE shit. It's really unfair.” With that, Fisher turned around to go back into the room while the other man stepped forward.

“What if I told you what you're doing wouldn't amount to anything?”

“Huh?”

“What if I told you I had a copy of the video too? and that burning everything here wouldn't stop me from finding dirt your boss?”

She could see him visibly tense at that before he replied. “Then I'd beat the crap out of you till I get that copy.” He then took a lighter out of his pocket before he do anything with it, she snatched it out his hands with her power and it flew into her left hand.

“You know I'm starting to really starting to get pis—”

That was as far as he got before she hit him in the face with a forcefield. She had been stalling for time and it paid off as the hit from the basketball sized forcefield actually sent him flying into the wall behind him. She figured the reason the forcefield didn't budge him the first time she'd used it was because he got tougher the moment he injected himself but she failed to thicken the sheets that formed her forcefield. The one she formed now was slightly different from the ones she had made earlier in that it was a ball made out several sheets of the force rather than a forcefield around a space of air. Basically what she did now was make ball-like forcefields around each other (from the smaller one to the next bigger one) till they formed the huge ball they were now.

The ball was so heavy that she had to stretch out her right arm in concentration in order to keep it from dissipating.

Hitting him again with it, she brought the ball back with a wave of her hand. On it's course towards her direction, the ball came in contact with the other man who was running toward her by that point. It was when she heard his scream and a sickening crunch from the man's shoulder did she realise that he wasn't like he was at the warehouse that night. He wasn't enhanced anymore.

It was temporary. The drug's effect wasn't permanent.

Okay, that meant she had to go down a notch with these guys. Dissipating the huge ball, she formed brass knuckle forcefields on her fists and readied herself for the group of men who came out of the room and attacked her all at once.

Dodging the punch from the first one, she punched the man in the gut making him double over before she punched again at the side of his head making him fall unconscious to the ground with a thud.

Concentrating on the man in front of her gave the other two an opportunity to surround her. One grabbed her from behind and the other man threw a punch at her.

Before it landed, Anna lifted the man off the ground with her power and threw him at Fisher who had recovered from the previous attacks.

Driving her helmeted head backward into his face, Anna pulled the man that had grabbed her backward with her power. The combination of both made the man let go of her and stumble back a bit. Before he regained himself, Anna pivoted and faced him. At the same time she drew him to herself with her power and punched him when he got close enough with her forcefield brass knuckles still on. He fell and didn't get up again.

That done, Anna turned around sharply to face Fisher's direction only to see him doing something horrible.

He was killing his partners.

The neck of the man she'd thrown at him had been twisted at an unnatural angle while Fisher's right hand had torn into the flesh of the neck of the other man. He had killed them. Fisher killed his partners.

“Y-you ki-killed them,” Anna managed to say. She was in shock. She wanted to puke right now. They were criminals but that notwithstanding, they didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve to die.

“Oh that was part of the plan right from the beginning. You just didn't see it.” Bending down, Alex Fisher picked up the lighter that Anna had let go off during her fight. He must have made a line from the entrance to the room itself with the gasoline left in the jerrican while she was fighting because as he touched the threshold of the evidence room, it caught on fire.

“They didn't deserve to die. He is not gonna die,” she said pointing at the unconscious man behind her. “I won't let you kill him.”

“Wanna bet?” Fisher replied with a grin. Then he made his move.

But Anna didn't let him run this time. Before he did anything to attack her, she lifted the murderer off the floor and flung him into the wall behind him. With a wave of the hand, she destroyed the ceiling and brought down the walls beside him, creating a barricade between the both of them.

Turning around, Anna lifted the unconscious man with her power and ran headed for the roof. Getting this man away from Fisher was her priority. That was the only thing on her mind. Carter sent Fisher to destroy the drive and to kill the men from the warehouse fight who weren't dead already. Saving this man meant Carter didn't win. She may not have gotten the drive, but saving this was much better. So she ran, with the man's unconscious body hovering beside her. She climbed the stairs, bypassed the recovered police officers and got to the roof.

Not slowing down, Anna ran towards the end of the roof and jumped off it. Not headed for home but for the warehouse she trained in. It was the safest place in the city she could think.

I knew it would make a good lair, Anna thought as she landed on the roof of the next building.