Loud bangs of gunfire thundered through the night, and the bright muzzle flashes lit up the dark garden with each shot.
The feminine figure in a black, kevlar suit with drapes of black fabric lay in the grass, the strong smell of gunpowder reaching her nose.
"Ahhh!" The guards' cries and the shooting quieted as fast as it started, everything returning back to the silence of the night.
Tia stood up from the grass like a living shadow, dusting off her black suit. The dead bodies of the guards bled in the circle around her, their necks, skulls, and knees stabbed with needles sticking out. The previously verdant green lawn was stained with red blood.
'Idiots, they really came to me...' Over the year, she found only a single source of excitement, growing stronger, and luckily for her, the system rewarded her handsomely each time she used her powers.
'The more creative I am and the bigger combos I make, the better rewards.' It was as if the system encouraged her to make her kills more interesting.
The girl bent her knee, the telekinetic force enveloping her body. She felt the force akin to that in a quickly accelerating car push her forwards. The grass rustled behind her as she shot forwards like a black blur.
The ringing sound of the alarm resounded from every direction, the reflectors and lights lighting up all around the complex. Dozens of footsteps approached from every direction.
'Five minutes.' That was all the time she had before the planetary guards arrived with gunships.
"There!" Bright lights flashed to her right as a guardsman pulled the trigger of his gun. The bullet roared through the air, only to stop and fall to the grass as if it hit an indestructible and unbreakable wall.
Like a black shadow, she flew forwards, the air whistling around her ears, and the mansion quickly closed.
More and more bullets flew from all the vectors, the bangs constantly resounding through the garden. Tia's mind moved like the tentacles of an octopus, deflecting away all the incoming projectiles.
Flashes from the weapons reflected within the shiny glass pane of the massive windows. She was quickly approaching with a smile under her mask.
Like a giant boulder launched from a catapult, Tia braced herself with her arm and smashed straight through a large window. The glass shattered, her suit absorbing most of the impact as she landed in the middle of a large dining room, the shards of glass raining all over the floor.
'Four minutes!' She kept counting every second, the voices of the guards echoing through the garden she left behind.
"Quickly! Intruder in the sector B!"
She stopped for a second, freezing, as she saw all the luxurious furniture, the table, and chairs carved from large pieces of polished dark wood. The exquisite, glossy floor from an unknown stone was under her feet, and the enormous silver chandelier hunged from the tall ceiling.
A mixture of nostalgia, sadness, and anger throbbed in her heart, 'I used to have all this and a loving family. But now, it is all gone.'
Abruptly bright lights flashed in the doorway to the passage leading from the dining room, and Tia ducked down behind the corner of the walls just a moment before a storm of bullets blasted through the room.
The bullets landed everywhere, accompanied by deafening bangs, destroying and breaking all the furniture while blasting holes into walls and floor. Glass shattered, and pieces of wood, concrete, and glass flew everywhere.
Her eyes flashed under her mask as she snapped her fingers, and her pyrokinesis came to life. The next second, a small explosion shook the room.
A painful cry came from outside the room, "Ahhh, my hand!"
With a grin, she slowly walked from behind her cover, looking with joy at her work of art
A bald man in a black suit lay on the expensive floor, his palm blown off, the metal pieces of his gun sticking from his face. Blood spilled from his stump, his face quickly paling as he lost the life liquid.
'I can't use my powers to directly affect internal organs or complex machinery. But I can still do something as simple as igniting gunpowder in bullets.' Her power had limitations, not much of them, but still enough to complicate stuff.
Every living being had its own protective energy, preventing her from moving their internal organs. As for complex machinery, her power required image or just imagination, but as she had no idea what was inside of complex machines, she couldn't just destroy them from inward.
Tia flicked her wrist, and the man's neck twisted, his body twitching for one last time.
She didn't even bathe her eyes as she stepped over the dead man, briskly walking forwards, following the path projected by her visor.
'Three and half minutes! I must speed up.' She didn't stop counting, her boots tapping on the exquisite stone floor, the shelves with expensive vases passing through the corner of her vision as she ran.
She dashed through the corridors, her mind moving on its own. Suddenly one of the doors flew wide open, and three guards in formal black suits with red ties barged in.
Before they could even pull the triggers of their guns, they flew backward and smashed straight against the wall. Their wide eyes filled with terror as their skulls splattered against the hard concrete, cracking even the wall.
"Enough of this!" A manly, old voice came from behind her, and a set of steps slowly tapped against the ground, quickly approaching her.
She immediately tensed, her instincts and the confidence of the incoming steps telling her he wasn't just some cheap, run-of-the-mill bodyguard.