☆ Control ☆ (COMPLETED)

131: Two can't keep a secret if one of them are dead.

Firey pointed his hand out.. maybe he just had to think of who he wanted to recover? He closed his eyes, furrowing his eyesbrows..

Cake...

He tried thinking of Cake, hoping that this was the answer. He kept his hand outstretched and pointed in front of him, hoping that he wouldn't accidentally zap something instead. That seemed to happen when he moved his hands too fast. He waited.. but nothing seemed to happen. He frowned and opened his eyes, feeling dissapointed in himself.

"Come on.. Firey. How hard can it be??" He stressed at himself, beginning to get frustrated as he tried to again, keeping his eyes open this time. "Please.. just work, will you?? I NEED this..recover Cake.." he whined pleadingly, keeping his hand outstretched in the small hope that it would work.

But nothing happened.. of course it didn't. Why couldn't he do this.. he had Fours powers, right?? So why the hell couldn't he USE them?! He growled and closed his hand up, standing rapidly and making a short sound of anger as he did, squeezing his eyes shut and stomping foward to march back to the base.

He bashed into something, though, and tripped up.

Nothing had been there before, so that scared him, making him scream and open his eyes as he put his hand out to stop his fall. He .. kind of hoped that it was Cake.. but it wasn't. Well.. he didn't expect to see the EXIT instead. He blinked a few times in disbelief as dread immediately set itself inside him, staring at the desk he had grabbed to stop his fall, his legs bent It had been knocked onto its side, which wasn't Fireys doing.

Oh, so he could go into the EXIT, but couldn't recover?! Wow, this was so helpful! Great! He could go into the EXIT, how cool! He growled as anger grew within him, before spilling and making him aggressively kick the desk in reaction. It skid against the floor mildly, him watching it while he grit his teeth.

He slowly relaxed, though..but not for a good reason. He stumbled back from the desk step by step and closed his mouth, his hand tensing up as he realised the state of the EXIT, looking around steadily with his eyes. The walls.. the floor.. the ..room in general. He even turned around to view behind him, his eyes scanning over the place in horror.

This.. place.. was destroyed. The lights.. they had mostly all been broken, one hung adjacent from the ceiling by one wire and blinked with no pattern, this being the only one working. There looked like there was some sort of.. serious fight in here. Most of the desks has been knocked over, the only ones standing were the ones at the far corners. Pencils and paper were strewn along the floor, and the chalk board had a massive gauge inside of it, like it had been hit with something huge. There was broken chalk all over the place, and the walls had also been slashed and smashed up.

What... on earth happened here. He felt his breathing stay steady, unable to process all of this. He looked down at his feet, stepping over some of the paper that he had been standing on. He stumbled, using one of the knocked over desks to keep himself up. He glanced over to one of the upright desks with concern, perking up as he noticed something laying atop of it.

A camera.. more specifically a video camera. He let go of the table and slowly took it in his hand..it looked kind of old.. and there was this strange black tape all around the lense. He tried to turn it on, jumping dramatically and dropping the camera onto the floor as one of the videos played unexpectedly, yelping and moving back so it wouldn't hit him. It hit the floor harshly, but didn't break.

"Are you sure this will work, Two? After what happened with Liy, you don't think everyone will get suspicious?" Said Four.. Firey stared down at the camera, his breath hitching.. he hadn't heard Fours voice for.. months. This startled him to hear.. he had hardly processed what they were talking about.. it only clicking after a moment..