“Fuck.”

Vessa said as stared at the house, trying to process.

The child inside was a body double. The file had mentioned that as a possibility. Had she read the file earlier, maybe she could have done something about it, now?

Now Vessa was running out of time. The speech was happening, and the kid was supposed to die before it ended. She needed to find the child, the target. Vessa stared at the house. What was she going to do? She looked down at the package, walked up to door and left it there. Now what? Vessa looked down at the piece of clothing in her hand. There was an option. She hated it, but if she just let her carnal homicidal nature take over. She’d find the kid and murder, kill the target in time to complete her assignment.

Vessa looked back at the door as she walked away. Leaving a little girl pretending to be another. Maggie and Douwell were right. Vessa couldn’t do this, but what choice did she have? If she didn’t, someone else would. Either way, Vessa still needed to find the girl if she was going to protect her, or … make another decision.

If Vessa let go letting her nature take over, she could find the girl and then protect her. Only that was extremely risky. Although maybe that would solve the problem. Just let go and then let her unconscious do the rest.

If even her unconscious couldn’t, then she’d know. Running would be her only option, but if she could? What did that mean?

Had she actually read the child’s page before the day of she might have been prepared or at the very least had more time to reorient. Now? Vessa looked around herself a suburb of children all around. What had Castillo said? Sometime you had to hard things and it was the nature of their curse. Vessa felt tears run down her face.

She reached deep into the numbers and let go. Vessa could already feel the hum that was her instincts salivating for the next kill. She looked down at the fabric in her fingers took a deep breath. Her power encased the entire city as she began to look for the girl. At first everyone from everywhere rushed into her awareness.

Male 25, Female 78, Female 31, Male 14, Female 51, Male 40, Male 81, Female 10, Male 5, Female 67, Female 39, Female 85, Female 21, Female 4, Female 93, Female 10,

She could feel the entire city breathing, living, and somewhere within it was her prey. She looked down at the piece of clothing. She could feel it. It was only a question of where. Where had they hidden her target? Vessa dove further into her power.

Female 6, Female 57, Female 28, Female 31, Female 95, Female 28, Female 4, Female 10, Female 9 Female 6.

She breathed out. She’d found her location. She was sure of it, though something pushed against her. Which only made her want to find those who would dare impede her way and crush them. Vessa looked down at the clothing forcing her instincts to focus.

Female 2: on her father’s shoulders, Female 6: running on grass, Female 4: running on grass, Female 9: holding her mother’s hand, Female 3: in her father’s arm, Female 1: strapped to her mother in cloth, Female 9: running on grass, Female 8: surrounded by six men who were bodyguards.

Got you. She latched on to the prey, or rather she tried to, but something was blocking her. Her power roared at the barrier, but couldn’t crush whatever was protecting her prey. She expanded finding what was stopping her.

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Female 26 , Male 34, Male 30, Male 29 and Female 27. They were all using magic to protect the child and more, but she only cared about the child. She’d starting walking towards her prey as she latched on to the first: Female 26: 65% close to life

The Female had protection of her own, and it wasn’t anything sneeze at, but Vessa would leave no one alive who would stand between her and her prey.

So Vessa encapsulated the 26 year old looking for weaknesses. 20% likely to die by heart attack, 45% likely for the incoming hard gust of wind to cause a the woman to stumble and the 26 year old to fall to her death. Vessa pushed with all her power to bring the number higher. It climbed, and the wind blew around Vessa, she was able to move onto the 34 year old male.

Vessa continued to get closer to her assignment numbers spinning around her with the girl’s at the center. She arrived off from her target as those who dared to stand between Vessa and her prey pulled her off center. Her power raged against the 29 year old male, the 34 and 30 year old males already dead.

She could hear a male voice over several speaker, but barely heard a word; however, because of all that was going on internally.

The 29 year old male died and Vessa stumbled to a halt and fought against her instincts to run into the crowd. To find her prey and end its life. Vessa wasn’t sure how she’d gotten here. As awareness of her surroundings and even her memory beyond the numbers was fading in and out.

Vessa’s power flooded through her as the last of those shielding the target died. She fought to stand still as her instincts latched on her prey, target, child. She couldn’t bring herself out of her homicidal drive.

Female 8: 46%

Why was it so high?

“There are numbers in my head!” A little girl’s voice screamed as Vessa focused on the girl. Finding all the weak points. There! A potential aneurysm being surrounded by magic. Vessa pushed on the aneurysm.

“My head, it hurts.” A little girl’s voice said though it was barely audible to Vessa, as the crowd began to panic around her. People were moving and pushing against Vessa as huge swaths of numbers got further and further away.

Vessa could feel resistance against her power, but she held to the aneurysm. Then whoever was protecting the girl gave out, the shield around the aneurysm failed and Vessa stumbled forward.

female 8: 1%

“The numbers are counting down.” The crowd’s panic swelled and Vessa was pushed to the ground as her power held onto the girl. Vessa could feel her win coming. The prey in her jaws. A baby bunny letting its last cries before the inevitable.

Female 8: 0%

Then everything was released, and just like that, her target was dead.

Vessa was kneeling on the ground as screaming came into focus. She could hear voices all around her. For a moment, Vessa thought she was in the Learning Center only for the fresh air to reassure her.

The crowd parted to a dead girl being held by a burly man, his eyes furious. Five others were around him. All of their body language said they were ready to kill. If only they could find who. Vessa almost raised her hand, but her sight of them and vice versa was blocked as more people fled from the area.

What had she just done?