Panic (Pt 2)

Anyone hit by the pheromones that Tzeitel passed would suddenly feel ill or run away.

In Tzeitel’s mind she was not running through the Underground, she was running from Canestone’s lair, through the thick briar path around his lair, the forest.

She would slam, sadly, right into Skorn, who had the same build and structure as Colt. He just didn’t have the ears and tail. “Ow, ya oka-...ugh…” He felt sick and had to cover his mouth.

Tzeitle shoved herself away from Skorn and continued running.

Skorn didn’t let her run, grabbing her arm. “Hey…” He choked and fought through the pheromones. “No powers in here!”

Tzritle thought Canestone had caught her again. She twisted her arm, screaming and punching as she flared repulsive pheromones.

“Tzeitel that's enough” a voice called out as Mark approached having been called by someone “Please stop your powers or I will.”

If Tzeitel was in her right mind she would recognize Mark. But she was not in her right mind, she was out of her head in fear. Right now he was just another man, like one of the MegaCorp guards. Like Urbanus. She fought even harder, giving off more repulsive pheromones. “NO NO NO!”

Skorn didn’t let go, worried she would get loose and cause harm, but he had to turn away. He was feeling sick. “Make her stop!” He choked out.

Mark sighed and activated powers anyone nearby would feel like a bucket of ice cold water was poured on them. “Delilah” he called out.

Having her powers blocked only freaked Tzeitel out more. She was screaming hysterically, fighting Skorn tooth and nail.

Delilah walked over and while Skorn kept her held in place the best could, she sedated Tzeitel. “She needs to be put under observation.” She said calmly and shook her head. “She can’t go around throwing her powers at people like that. I understand her fear, but still…I won’t tolerate anyone using their powers on anyone else outside of the training rooms.”

Skorn held onto Tzeitel so she wouldn’t hit the floor. “What freaked her out anyway?”

Tzeitel tried to fight the sedative. It was a losing battle.