I stopped suddenly, I breathed in deeply, trying to suck the air. My hair was soaked in the cold rain, it was clinging to my face, my eyes flashed a black colour and I turned into an alley way beside me.

I could hear screaming behind me, shouting for my name.

Mysteria.

I felt a bullet whip past me and I gasped and froze. My eyes flashed black and I slowly turned to the five men that had soon entrapped me. I could hear slight whispers that were coming from the well armoured men. One took his aim but I held my hand out and his bones began to crack. My hand twisted and his blood boiled beneath my force. I could feel it sizzling, burning from the inside.

He screamed in agony. The others watched on in horror. They screamed as I began choking him using my hand. My focus was on him, but I could feel every movement they were making.

I felt the trigger before it pulled. I held both my arm out and turned up to the sky, the sound of the rain plummeting to the ground gave me strength.

My eyes hadn't turned back and I smiled strongly. I heard the men screaming before I saw them. Each began to fall before me. The circle they had around me had disappeared and around me they were on their knees. Holding their ears, their blood boiling, bones cracking beneath my fingertips.

A soon as I lifted my hands, my palms facing out a gloomy shadow began to emerge; it began to cloud around me I closed my eyes and inhaled. I screamed at the darkness shot out of me, blasting towards the men the darkness entangled itself inside them. It ran through their blood killing everything it came into contact with.

Their bodies all dropped at once and my body sighed in relief. I glanced around the darkened place and a lone tear fell down my cheek.

I wasn't sorry for what I did. I wasn't sorry for the destruction that I had caused.

I was not sorry I was like this. I was not sorry that this is who I am.

I am Mysteria and this is my power.

This is my strength and nothing is my weakness. The power inside has been withheld for so long it was time to release it.

After all, with what these people had done to me they deserved everything coming to them. The torture I had to withstand was immense. But it didn't compare to what I did to them.