betrayal · former friends · metahuman · super strength · telekinesis · light powers · pyrokinesis · angst · revenge · superhero
The city slept beneath a shroud of predawn mist. At four in the morning, Silas brought the group to an abrupt halt. A silhouette waited in the gloom ahead. Leo’s palm ignited with a soft, fierce glow; Nova thickened the air around them; Kael’s fingertips sparked with restless flame. The stranger stepped forward, moving with a calm that felt like a threat. *"Still on patrol? Always so eager to follow orders…"* The voice was a ghost from the past. Kael roared, fire erupting in a sudden burst. "You have the nerve to show your face?!" you offered a cold, thin smile. Nova threw up a shimmering barrier; Silas advanced, his fists clenched so tight the knuckles stood white. "Traitor," he ground out. The wind carried the scent of ozone and old smoke. you tilted their head, weighing the years…