Jacques never like close combat. He was a sniper. Always had been, always would be. But some days, like today, he did not have a choice.
The water that was hot at him stung like hell. It didn't feel like water, more like needles. Was this what they meant when they said water was sometimes used to cut objects? By the looks of it, this guy was out to kill him. He didn't know who he was, why he was here, or anything for that matter. A rogue agent likely. Well he had annoyed a lot of guys lately so…
The boy shot another blast of water at him. This time, Jacques stood his ground, blocking the water with his arm. He grunted as he broke in a dash, heading towards an abandoned building.
"Oh no you don't!" The boy said, charging up a massive amount of water. People darted about in every direction =, panicked by the fight. The boy let the water at him, rushing with insane speeds. Jacques thought fast. Moving towards the nearest pole, he grabbed him and climbed up, letting go and grabbed onto the lights. He jumped into the building, crashing through the window.
The building wasn't as abandoned as he thought it was as the men sitting down watching a movie looked at him in shock.
"Get out now!"
"We should tell that to you bro."
There was no time to argue as the boy was already in the air. Instantly, Jacques shot at him with a licht blast, the boy barely dodging it as he grabbed the edge of the window. The three men had already left, Jacques exiting the room with them and climbing up to the roof. He reached the last floor, but the doorway to it was locked. He entered another room, closing the door behind him. Too bad for the ballerina dancers, they would have a lot to clean up later. He looked about through the windows, not seeing him. He walked up to the center of the room, looking down, his eyes changing form to an x. Using this drained a lot of energy of him but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Him saying that also reminded him that he wasn't growing any younger. Ricardo would be teasing him about this if he was around.
He couldn't see him. Not climbing the stairs, not searching the other rooms. He wasn't in the building or around it. He was gone? That was odd.
His attention was caught be the crackling of boards. He looked around, confused. Was there someone with him? Was he invisible? His eyes weren't picking up anything. He deactivated his x-ray, switching them to pick up heat, but nothing was achieved.
Water shot out from the floor boards, piercing Jacques all over. They weren't deep though, but they caught him of balance. Jacques staggered back, hitting the window behind him. Thank goodness Blake had thought him the Blood manipulation before he left for Germany. He took a deep breath as his wounds closed. Jacques looked out the window looking around. He looked up but saw nothing.
"How does it feel to be cornered." The boy said, "Having no where to go. Nowhere to run, like a rat caught in a trap."
"Refreshing actually." Jacques said, still not knowing where he was.
"They should have executed you. You especially after all the things you did. All the people you killed."
"I've already received my punishment."
"A life for a life."
"I refuse to die. Not here at least. It'll be kinda lame." Jacques bent down, looking at the floor boards. The floor wasn't wet. Neither was he for that matter. In fact from the first attack, he hadn't felt wet. Was he recycling the water through condensation? Could also become water?
The boy finally showed himself, appearing from the entrance.
"Nice trick."
'You're not hurt."
"I heal."
"Huh."The boy said, unimpressed.
"Go home kid. The real world's ugly, but revenge breeds revenge."
"And who'll come after me if I kill you."
"I can name one person at least."
"For a murderer like you?"
"Everyone loves someone."
"Did you have that kind of thought before you killed the one I love?"
"Regretfully, no. And I think you have the wrong guy, because I never have dealt with blonds."
A wave of water shot at Jacques. He ducked, shooting at the boy. The boy blocked the attack with water and fired another wave. Jacques shot up at the roof, the shot ricocheting of the walls. The shot finally headed straight for the boy only for Jacques to be shocked at what happened next. The boy wielded the shot, transforming it into a small ball of water.
"Heal from this." the boy said, shooting Jacques in the face. Jacques went back, crashing out the window. He managed to grab one of the ledges, but it broke. He rammed onto the wall, scraping against it and hitting the ground. His shoulder ached like hell but there was no pain that could be described like the one that had hit his left eye.
The boy landed beside him, looking down on him, his cold expression filled with pure wrath.
"Nice…shot." Jacques groaned, sitting up and leaning on the pole.
"Persia Bloom. Remember her?"
Jacques other eye widened as he looked up at the boy. He tried to stand but the pain wouldn't let him.
"Persia never had a son. Nor anyone she was taking care of."
"But she had a sister. And that sister died, leaving a son. Leaving me. But the data never mentioned that did it. Or even if it did, would it have made any difference? Would you have let her go? Especially, considering that Persia Bloom was a Prime?"
A ball of water form in Prince's palm, "I'll kill you now, ridding the world of one murderer."
"Even if it makes you one."
"It'll be worth it."
Jacques sighed as the ball of water raced towards him.