The House
If there was ever a time they needed each other, it was now. She ran after him but all she caught was his silhouette in the mist. She cursed and stopped to even her breath. She would have to do this alone then. She'd done it before, it was no big deal, she whispered out loud, trying desperately to convince herself.
She'd of course gotten more powerful during the time they'd been working together and she knew it had something to do with opening new neural receptors to the flow, but she had never cared enough to study the mechanics further. She only needed to know it worked. Together, when in physical contact, they were more powerful than anyone else, dead or alive.
The open door was an invitation to the mist to slither its way inside the dark hallway. It's curious tendrils filled every dusty, molten corner with a damp, chilly aftertaste. She made sure not to step on the salt line drawn on top of the doorstep. Whatever happened, at least the fiends wouldn't be able to escape.
The old floorboards creaked under her cautious steps and she glanced up from time to time, worried the roof would give in at any minute. Something black and thready hung on to the roof, moving in the tiniest breeze like it was alive. The static in the air made the hair in her neck reach for the skies. She was close now.
The freezing breath of air came next. For anyone else, it would have been an uncomfortable feeling, but for her, it meant confirmation, a certainty that she'd been correct and there was work to do. She could feel the current run restlessly under her skin, eager to be set free and show all of its power.
She grinned in anticipation and stepped into the room. A torrent of maliciousness hit her mid-stride, almost knocking her over. Oh shit, this one would be bad. Really bad. She almost lost her resolve when the familiar big, warm hand squeezed her shoulder.
”You didn't really think I'd abandon you, now did you?”
He grinned as he looked down at her childish features. She grabbed her father's hand and the surge of power made her squee in delight.
”Stop fooling around, we have work to do,” she reprimanded him, still grinning.
They turned to face the threat together and let the unstoppable power brake through their extended arms. The room lit up like a Christmas tree. Her father chortled and shouted his war-cry.
”Yippee-ki-yay motherfuckers!”
