The echo of the mutant's death still lingered there, bouncing through the auditorium like some dying ring of a bell. For a long moment, no one moved at all. No one spoke a word.
The frost-covered corpse of the supervisor lay sprawled across the cracked wooden stage there, limbs twisted unnaturally, its green, glowing eyes now dim and completely lifeless. Acid hissed quietly on the floor where its final attack had splashed down. The scorched remains of the two students who'd tried to protect Elise were a grim reminder that victory had its heavy price.
Liam leaned on the metal pole heavily, breath ragged, chest rising and falling hard. His hands trembled slightly, whether from exertion or something deeper running through him, he didn't know at all.
Mark stepped forward quickly, eyes darting between Elise and Liam, then the rest of the stunned group standing there.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked them, voice low but steady enough.
