Light from a nearby window streaked into the kitchen, causing an orange color from the setting sun to strike the free-moving liquid. It all sparkled, looking like something right out of a fairytale.

"This is so awesome." Violet softly commented, smiling while watching the water move. Dash was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking...happy.

I caught him glance at me, with a look full of affection. It made me avert my eyes back to the water, my face burning.

"Glad you think so. Took me a while to get a good amount of control like this."

I saw Dash's head turn as he looked at something.

"I bet...say, have you ever fought anyone using water before? Like, genuinely fight them?"

"Kind of? A few times. I usually just knock them down and freeze them to the ground or something."

"I see...either way, controlling water like this does sound useful." Violet's voice was contemplative.

"Really useful. I bet you could become a good fighter. At least have good self-defense."

"You think so?"

"Totally."

I fell silent, diving into my thoughts. I have ideas as to how I can apply my power to genuine combat as opposed to support or utility things, but I needed to have a sparring partner to test them out. Additionally, I'd need to go somewhere private to practice. I can't just throw water around in a backyard and except neighbors to not suspect something's up.

I was going to voice this to Violet, but a voice halted me.

"Well, I'll be."

It was masculine, deep and slightly gravelly. I inhaled and spun around.

Mr. Parr, Mrs. Parr, and Jack-Jack stood by the garage door, having arrived home without me realizing. Judging by Dash looking like he was about to burst out laughing, he must've saw they entered and didn't say a word. Of course.

Jack-Jack looked completely amazed, standing with his mouth agape. Mr. Parr, the one who spoke, and Mrs. Parr shared similar looks of subdued amusement.

To my relief, they didn't appear mad that I was currently holding a water show in their kitchen. Even so-

"Uhh..." I quickly had all the liquid rush back into the sink, smoothly putting the water in so it wouldn't splash and get everywhere. When that was done I put my hands behind my back, sheepishly smiling and rocking back and forth on my heels.

"Hehehe..."

This was embarrassing. But, at least I didn't need to spill the beans again for a third time.

~~~

Scene Change, 2nd POV

It was cold.

Aside from the sounds of keyboards clacking, soft discussions, and the creaking of wheels from mobile steel cabinets being pushed around, the room was dominated by silence.

He held a folder stuffed with documents under his arm, as he walked at an even pace, keeping his eyes forward and not meeting anyone else's. He didn't want to risk starting up a conversation, he was only interested in seeing his...subject.

Stopping before pair of sliding doors, that led to a cylinder-shaped cut off section of the room, he inhaled and exhaled, before pressing his hand to the screen of the scanner.

Upon his identity being verified, the doors opened, and he stepped inside as the lights inside flickered on.

In front of him, a body lay still on an elevated bed. Various tubes where connected to an arm, injecting various fluids, while an oxygen mask covered her mouth. Her eyes didn't open.

She didn't move as he approached, but she did make it clear that she was aware he was in the room.

"What is it?"

Her voice echoed. Like usual, he tried to ignore the pain bouncing around in his skull.

"I just need to check your vitals. Maybe adjust the dosages we're giving you." He walked to the machinery the tubes were connecting it to, looking it over.

She was silent for a moment.

"You're troubled. Why?"

"You know why." He immediately droned in response. As he pulled out a pen and started jotting down notes on document, he gripped it far tighter than he needed to.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? Have you figured out what you want?"

He asked in return. He winced as a burst of pain went across his head and down his spine.

"Yes. I've realized what he was telling me before was true. I deserve compensation for what I've suffered."

How bluntly she stated that made him shiver. "What do you mean?"

"I will act out the orders he has and will give me. Be his faithful soldier. In return, I am allowed to do what I desire in my personal time. When the time is right...I'll get my revenge."

Emotion creeped into her tone in the last sentence...excitement. He knew it would be wiser not to ask, but he had to.

"Revenge? Against who?"

It was silent again. He couldn't see it, but a slight smile creeped onto her seemingly unconscious face.

"You'll see."

And, she left it at that. For some reason, it chilled him even more than the cold air cloaking them.

He finished his task and left the room minutes later, unable to ignore the pit of dread that settled uncomfortably in his stomach.

Some part of him believed that...maybe...this all was a bad idea after all.