[ WP ] Then suddenly the steel felt so cold in my hands

Do I even make choices anymore? Or do I just follow blindly, making movies automatically, a cycle of wandering vengeance tied up with fear. I call myself a villain, but why? 
 
 The currents of metal wound around my wrists, sharp edges and flat steel, my power pulsing outward with the beats of my heart. I stared ahead, the murderer in front of me laughing. 
 
 Mentau back looked at me, his cool eyes and mirthless smile an abomination. I licked my lips behind my mask. 
 
 He lunged. 
 
 His power fade hit me like a wave of ice, stilling the movement of the metal. My mask was ceramics and sealed without needing my influence, but the pulsing field of metal around me dropped as he nullified my control. I had barely enough time to form it into a series of sharp knives, my gloved hands snatching one before the rest of the black steel fell to the floor. 
 
 He reached for me and I stabbed blindly, before leaping backwards and landing hard on my side. I felt my control resume as his concentration slipped, and quickly threw the rest of the daggers upwards from the floor, a quick flare of my power stirring them to life. A roar of pain momentarily fuzzed my control before he dropped to all fours and began sprinting my way. His eyes were locked directly with mine. I knew there was only one way out of here alive. 
 
 Running is n't something I'm proud to do, but it was my only option. Every time I got the barest hint of control back, my power a familiar warmth, it was ripped from me. A Prince without a kingdom. He was simply too strong. 
 
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 Rewritten scene from The Clockwork Prince, hopefully coming out soon. Writing a book sucks D:
