The witch's eyes peeled open. Blood red eyes that screamed of buried pain.

Aegon shielded Quinn behind him, her cheeks still flushed and lips still slightly swollen.

He gestured to Eli and Mira who had been watched dumbfounded since the kiss, calling them all behind the coffin.

~BAM!~

The vault door was about two more from completely giving in.

They scurried to the back of the coffin, shifting away from the witch who just laid there with open eyes.

~BAM!~

Just one more now.

"What's the plan Aegon?" Eli whispered, trying not to draw attention from the awakened corpse.

"We wait."

They all faced him with wide eyes. "We wait?" They said in unison.

~BAM!~

The vault door twisted open, completely mangled as Extraordinary's fists had pounded it thoroughly.

Already he walked in. His eyes darted across the room. Sweat ridden hair clung to his forehead and his mouth frothed spit at the corners.

"Nightwalker!!" He screamed like a man possessed. "Where are you?"

Mira grabbed Aegon by the collar. "Just a simple kiss isn't enough lust to power her up."

He smiled lazily. "The kiss was just to wake her up... Extraordinary's anger is enough negative emotion for a cemetery."

The witch shot up from the coffin. She slowly turned to Extraordinary.

He wasted no time making his way to her, arm heavy at his sides but he marched on.

His fists pushed for the punch.

Then.

Nothing.

No matter how hard he pushed his hand wouldn't go any further. He tilted his head in confusion, trying to see what happened.

A red mist wave covered his hand, the same as her eyes and now practically oozed from her body.

With a flick of her wrist.

~BAM!~

Extraordinary was thrust into the left wall.

The witch finally rose from her coffin, levitating slowly into the air as the red waves clung to her form.

The vault was silent for a heartbeat after the crash. Dust hung in the air, curling in the red mist that seeped from the witch's body.

Extraordinary wasn't down just yet. He crawled through the rubble and emerged once more.

Extraordinary's chest heaved, his breath ragged, his eyes wild. He spat blood onto the stone floor, then grinned through the froth.

He lunged. The ground cracked under his feet as he launched forward, fist cocked like a wrecking ball.

She didn't flinch. Her eyes glowed brighter, and the mist thickened, wrapping around his arm mid-swing. His knuckles stopped inches from her face, trembling against invisible resistance.

She tilted her head, almost curious. Then with a flick of her fingers, the mist snapped his arm sideways.

~CRRK!~

Bone cracked. Extraordinary roared, staggering back, but already the grotesque bend in his forearm began to straighten, muscle knitting, bone fusing.

From behind the coffin, Aegon whispered, "What the hell did they do to him?"

Extraordinary flexed his arm to regain feeling. He charged again, this time ducking low, shoulder-first.

The witch raised her hand, but he barreled through the mist, smashing into her with the force of a battering ram.

~BAM!~

She was hurled backward, crashing into the far wall. Stone shattered, dust raining down.

For a moment, she lay half-buried in rubble. Extraordinary stumbled, tears forming behind his eyes, chest heaving. "Nightwalker?"

But then the stones lifted themselves, floating upward as if gravity had new rules.

The witch rose with them, levitating, her hair whipping in unseen wind. Her eyes burned crimson, and the mist surged outward like tentacles.

Extraordinary snarled and ripped a chunk of wall free, hurling it at her.

She flicked her wrist. The stone froze midair, twisted, and exploded into shards that ricocheted harmlessly around her.

She extended her hand. The shards reversed course, spinning toward him like a storm of daggers.

He crossed his arms, bracing. The shards tore into his flesh, puncturing muscle, slicing skin.

He staggered, blood spraying. But even as the wounds opened, they closed, knitting together with grotesque speed.

He ripped the shards out, tossing them aside, his tear becoming more evident. "Why didn't you let me die?"

The witch's lips curled into the faintest smile. She raised both hands.

The floor cracked, stone slabs rising like disciples. Extraordinary stumbled as the ground betrayed him, jagged pillars thrusting upward.

He leapt, smashing through one, landing hard. He sprinted forward, fists swinging in a flurry.

Each punch was a cannon blast, each strike shaking the air.

She danced backward, not with speed but with control. His fists stopped short every time, caught in invisible barriers, redirected by unseen currents.

She twisted her fingers, and his own momentum betrayed him, sending him crashing into walls, into the floor, into the ceiling.

Behind the coffin, Eli gasped as dust rained down on them. Quinn said, "She's playing with him. He's not gonna last much longer."

Extraordinary roared, veins bulging, muscles swelling. He ripped the vault door off its hinges and hurled it like a discus.

The witch caught it mid-spin, twisted it into molten fragments, and sent them raining down like fire.

Extraordinary charged through the burning debris, his skin blistering, then healing, blistering, then healing again.

He reached her, finally, and his fist connected. The impact was seismic.

The witch was hurled across the vault, smashing into the far wall. Dust and stone collapsed around her.

Extraordinary snarled in pain, raking at his hair, his voice began to sound more human. "I just want to die."

But then the rubble shifted. Slowly, deliberately, the stones lifted again, orbiting her like planets. She rose, her body wreathed in crimson mist.

She extended her hand, and the wave surged forward, wrapping around his throat.

He clawed at it, muscles bulging, veins popping, but the grip tightened. She lifted her hand higher, and his body rose with it, feet dangling above the ground.

He thrashed, roaring, his fists hammering at the invisible grip. Each strike was wild, desperate, but the mist held firm.

His face reddened, spit flying from his lips. His muscles tore and healed in frantic cycles as he strained against her power.

The witch's voice finally broke the silence, low and resonant. "Let me help you."

She clenched her fist. Extraordinary's arms snapped outward, bones cracking, muscles tearing.

"ARRGH!"

He screamed, the sound raw, hard to listen to. His limbs healed, then tore again as she twisted her fingers.

She spread her hands wide, and his body followed, suspended in the air like a grotesque marionette.

His chest heaved, his eyes bulged, veins bursting beneath his skin. He roared, but the sound was strangled, broken.

Behind the coffin, Eli whispered, "She's… she's ripping him apart. We have to go."

The witch's eyes blazed brighter. She twisted her hands, and Extraordinary's body convulsed.

His arms tore free at the shoulders, blood spraying in arcs. His legs followed, ripped from his torso with sickening cracks.

His scream was cut short as his jaw snapped, his head twisting unnaturally.

The mist held each limb aloft, suspended around her like trophies.

Extraordinary's torso writhed, muscles trying to knit, flesh trying to heal, but the witch's grip prevented it. Hishealing finally had a loophole.

He can't heal if they aren't together.

She hovered higher, her body wreathed in crimson waves, her trophies hung in the air, dripping blood into the vault's already ruined floors.

In the corner of her eyes she spotted four figures at the vault's entrance, scurrying low and seemingly trying to get away from her.

She gave an unkind smile. She wasn't done with them yet.

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