[ WP ] The most powerful spell ever forged .

`` You have to try it.'' 
 
 They stood before the power station, eyes skyward, examining the tangle of power lines criss-crossing overhead in the early twilight. The station was empty, the few maintenance guys who staffed the location long since headed home. It left the two of them plenty of room to find a way to get in, even if they had opted to simply cut their way through the chain link fence. 
 
 `` You sure?'' 
 
 Henry and Angel were nothing special to one another, their only tie being their ability to channel mana into harmless little spells. They had found each other by accident; as far as they knew, they were the only people who could do what they did. Despite that, their time spent together learning to slowly harness their abilities had led lots of whispers among their respective social circles that maybe they were having a little more than innocent fun. 
 
 `` I accidentally did something like it at home. I'm pretty sure this is just a matter of scale. Bigger source, bigger boom.'' 
 
 Angel grinned at him. She was always excited to push herself, finding new ways to cast or channel spells. That she had been willing to toy around with electricity to see how it affected her did not surprise him in the least. He only worried how she had even come across the idea in the first place. Taking another glance skyward, he corrected himself. He also worried how this would turn out for him. 
 
 `` I dunno...'' 
 
 `` Do n't be a pussy.'' 
 
 He did n't like when she used vulgarity when it was n't necessary. Calling him names was not necessary. She noticed him bristling and laughed. 
 
 `` What's wrong, guilty conscious?'' 
 
 He shook his head, sighing. 
 
 `` So how does this work?'' 
 
 `` That's more like it!'' She laughed. `` At home, I was messing around and accidentally drew power from a power cord for one of the lamps. Cat was playing with something, and I leaned off the couch to try and shock him. Get him to stop, you know? Turns out I was leaning on the lamp's cord. It was a bit more juice than expected!'' 
 
 `` That's it?'' 
 
 `` Oh hell no! I wanted to make sure it was n't an accident, so I messed with it a few more times. Turns out, it's really easy to grab a power cord and supercharge yourself.'' 
 
 `` I dunno... sounds like it could be dangerous.'' 
 
 `` You worry too much. Once you know what you're doing, it's no problem at all.'' 
 
 `` Once you know what you're doing? God, Angel.'' 
 
 She pouted, sticking her lip at him defiantly. `` It's not hard.'' 
 
 He rolled his eyes. `` Fine. Whatever.'' 
 
 Grinning again, she turned back to the power station. `` From what I can tell, its just a matter of placing your hand on it and then treating it like part of you. Go on, try it!'' 
 
 Tentatively, he lifted his hand and inched it towards the transformer, eventually gritting his teeth and slapping his palm on it in a swift motion. Outside of a slight vibration, the only discomfort was the natural cool of the metal. Surprised, he tested it with his mind, poking it mentally. 
 
 There was almost a rubbery tension to it, a barrier just below the metal that was barely stretched over an immense source of power. Following his usual ritual, he started muttering to himself, reciting prime numbers to focus his mind, trying to get some semblance of order. When his thoughts had stilled themselves into the practiced rhythm of moving through the numbers, he began shaping the spell. 
 
 He was n't looking for anything impressive, just to test how much juice he could draw from the station. Settling on something Angel had dubbed the Mind Bullet, he shaped the magic and pointed his fingers away, aiming into the empty distance beyond the fence they had cut their way through. 
 
 When he thought himself ready, he released the charge, making the instinctive shooting motion with his fingers. With a silent sigh, the force left his body. The only indication that anything happened was a sudden crack, and then the fence was simply gone. 
 
 They glanced at each other, frozen. 
 
 `` That's... scary.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' Her voice was quiet. For all her bravado, she had not expected that. 
 
 `` I think that maybe, we should n't mess with this.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' She stared at the station. `` Maybe.'' 
 
 `` Angel, look at me.'' She shot him a look and then went back to looking at the station. 
 
 `` This is big, man. This is big. We can do some real Dresden shit with this.'' 
 
 `` I do n't like the sound of that. He is not a good role model. You realize his solution to everything is literally'Kill it with fire'?'' 
 
 She glared at him. `` And? It's nice to be able to do something proactive. I think what we do is too cool to hide. Why not do something fancy, get some attention?'' 
 
 `` I do n't want that sort of attention. It sounds like a pain in the ass.'' 
 
 `` Then you do n't have to do anything. This is awesome. I want to use it.'' 
 
 `` Then do it on your own. I really do n't think I can change your mind on this. I'd tell you to be careful, but there is n't anything to be careful about with this.'' 
 
 `` Gee, thanks.'' She rolled her eyes, but did n't say anything else as he waited. Still silent, she watched him hesitate and then leave. When he was out of sight, she turned back to the station. 
 
 `` Now let's see what I can do with more than a lamp.'' She grinned. `` This is going to be fun.''
