Red: G-guard! A little help in here!

Red looks over at the door, and peering through the bars is the guard with his purple star eye.

Red: I see. This is coordinated. This is a psionic power.

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Red thinks to himself about how to escape. Both doors are locked from the outside, and the guard outside will likely attack him as well.

Red: Is this mind control? If it is, then I don’t want to kill this man. But I don’t know how to remove the influence. Also, I don’t even know who is controlling them. Maybe the guard? Maybe this old guy is actually in control, and his gun is psionic.

Pashto lifts the gun and aims. He fires several shots at Red, some hitting, some not. Red holds a wound in his shoulder.

Red: Shit! Fine. I’m sorry.

Red summons his sword with its wispy flame-like blade. He slashes Pashto in the chest, and he falls back. The purple star disappears, and he looks mortified.

Pashto: W-why did you do that?!

Red: You were shooting me!

Pashto: I was?

Pashto says trying to recollect what was happening.

Red: So it was mind control.

Red’s thoughts are cut short as several bullets enter through the window. He swings to knock them out of the air, but the bullets go right through the sword. Three bullets enter his chest, and he falls back.

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In one of the cell towers located in the men's ward, Emiliano sits on the bed of his cell block. He wields the rifle and aims out of its window. A visible amount of mana gravitates into the gun, seemingly collecting it. He has a grin on his face.

Emiliano: God, THIS kid beat beast? Y’know, I knew Beast was weak but lord almighty.

Through the rifle's sight, Emiliano is able to see vast distances, around corners, pretty much anywhere within range. He is also able to telepathically control the bullets fired from the gun, meaning while he is over a mile away in his cell, he is able to launch a powerful assault on Red. He pulls the trigger three times, sending another round of his assault directly towards Red. Red sees the bullet's arc through the door window, and barrel toward him. Red quickly jumps to the right, dodging the bullets. He looks back at where he was to find the bullets resting there, floating. They change direction to face him and fire again. Red keeps dodging, and they keep changing direction. More bullets soon join the chase. Red formulates a plan and attempts to execute it. Red runs toward the door he entered and throws himself against it. Nothing happens, but the bullets chase him. He dodges to the side at the last minute, and the bullets hit into the door's handle. Red is swiftly able to open up the door because the bullets had destroyed the lock. He slashes the guard who began to draw his weapon. The purple star disappears again. Red takes a deep breath, not knowing neither of them was the user. Three more bullets pierce into his back. He turns around and sees bullets entering a window from the outside, and curling into the room. Red uses the same strategy to defuse these bullets.

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Emiliano: God damn it. This kid is annoying. Good thing it charged, this little dance has come to an end, blue is the superior primary color.

He pulls a second trigger, sending a thick purple ball of energy. It seems to be much slower and guides its way down to Red.

Emiliano: This bullet will seek you out forever. And once it hits you, I will have full control over you. YOU WILL DISAPPEAR AND NEVER BE FOUND!

Emiliano rants to himself. The purple ball bounds toward Red who easily dodges it. The ball bounces and turns around.

Red: This is easy to dodge. Too easy. I shouldn't let this hit me.

Before Red knew it, more and more metal bullets entered the room, forcing him to dodge no less than 12 fast-moving bullets, and the ball. Red was using all of his thought and reaction time to dodge these attacks. So much of his attention was on this, that he became unaware of his surroundings. A guard notices Red running around with a sword, and a fellow guard unconscious and bleeding.

Guard: HEY!

Red looks to see him, but soon notices a few bullets change direction to attack the Guard. Red runs toward the guard, tackling him to the ground. The bullets whiz by, and the guard struggles.

Guard: Get off of me!

Red begins to get off the man, but he notices the pink ball bounding toward him, so he ducks into the man's chest. The ball bounces over and lands on the guy's face. Red looks at him shocked. Nothing happens at first, but eventually, a purple star forms on his eye.

Emiliano: God damn it, some trash got mixed into my hunt.

The guard quickly brings his knee up, knocking Red in the jaw, and to the side. Red scoots back as the guard stands up. The bullets that were flying around rocket towards Red who dodges to the side. As Red lands, the guard manifests his weapon and fires round after round into Red. Red manages to escape the barrage of bullets with only a few wounds. Red runs in and slashes the guard, thinking it would release him of the psionic ability. But it does not.

Emiliano: Forget what I said, this pawn is an absolute unit! A trained killer.

The guard grabs Red by the neck and lifts him into the air. He Lifts the gun to Red's stomach, firing several shots into him before the gun stops working. He throws the gun to the side and lifts his fist. He repeatedly punches Red in the face, breaking his nose. A pink ball bounces into the room through the window. The guard smiles and walks toward it. He holds the barely conscious Red up to the ball as it bounces into him. Red’s eyes go wide, as the purple star begins to form. The guard lets go of Red, and Red walks over to his weapon. In a haze, he brings the tip of the weapon over his own heart and begins to slowly insert it into his body.

???: Red!

He notices a voice, but he can’t recognize it. Not himself, he continues. He feels his sword ripped from his hands, confused he tries to make out who. He sees long red hair.

Emiliano: Why must trash insist on getting in the way! At least it's one of the targets. You know, this may work out better than I had hoped.

Red feels his hand being forced upward, a gun forming in his hand. But he feels a hand grab his wrist with immense strength.

Ame: The hell are you doing?

Red uses all of his strength, trying to aim the gun at Ame, but she holds firmly. Effortlessly restraining Red, she brings her right hand up, and bitch slaps Red so hard spittle flies out of his mouth. This shakes Red free from mind-control.

Ame: You good?

Red spits out blood onto the floor.

Red: No. No, I am not. It’s another psionic person. He has the ability to control whoever he hits with these pink balls, and he can shoot normal bullets.

Ame: Understood.

Ame looks up at the hulking guard. She runs to the unconscious guard and grabs his sword. More people begin to run down the hallway, all wearing the purple star.

Ame: I assume the star means they are mind-controlled?

Red: Yup.

Ame: Let’s do this.

Red: No.

Ame: What?

Red: I can’t move very well. But I can still fight. You need to go find the user, and I will keep these guys occupied.

Ame: But you couldn’t handle this one guy, how will you handle them all?

Red stays silent. She can see he doesn’t even believe it.

Ame: Listen. I trust you. I will take out this guy, and I will follow what you wanted me to do. I need you to trust me. I will get him before the battle ends here.

Red: Right.

Ame causes her mana to flow unrestricted through the weapon, causing it to heat to an insane degree. She runs up and slashes the weapon through the guy, right as the weapon hits the melting point. The slash wound is coated in molten metal, and the guard reels back in pain, becoming free from the control. Ame runs directly into the group of the starred people, and like a human wrecking ball, plows through them.

Red: Bring it on bastards.

Ame: Bring it on bastard.

Emiliano: Bring it on bastards.