Chapter 9 - The Princess, the Villain and the Moon gem

Clara was taken back from Cyra's sudden embrace but she allowed it. She put her hand on his back for a moment then separated herself and Cyra looked into her eyes.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, gently lifting Clara's arm to reveal a large but superficial scrape. She gently pulled it away from him and wiped the blood on her dress.

"I'm fine. But I don't think that diversion will last very long. We need to leave now."

"That was you?! You set off that car alarm? Clever girl! I'm actually very impressed Princess. You out-did yourself, I take back what I said about you being you being boring."

"Boring? You never said I was boring! You said I was a "goodie good" what's this about boring!?" Clara furrowed her brows. "You know what, we don't have time. We'll have to go out the same way that the two idiots did since there's no way to reach the broken window from the ground."

The two slinked behind pallet pile to pallet pile quickly until they stood before a large truck-loading dock and peaked outside.

They couldn't see the two men but they could hear them arguing and shouting from around the side of the embankment where their SUV would be. They both were accusing the other of attempting to take off with the moon gem.

"Come on, quickly", Cyra instructed as he went out into the moonlight first. He could spot his black car, mostly invisible in the shadows and creeped towards it and waved Clara over when the coast was clear. She had never even noticed it was there.

The two of them crept quickly and carefully. their eyes never leaving the two men as they inched to Cyra's car. When they were only a few feet away, Cyra made the mistake of grabbing Clara's buzzing hand.

If only they'd known what would happen next. Maybe if Cyra had noticed his own hand buzzing with electrical currents, maybe then Cyra wouldn't have touched his hand to Clara's. If either one have known the consequences or what such a cosmological phenomenon that two magnetically charged palms would do when they touched, neither would have done so.

A magnitude of energy and light burst from their hands as they touched, lighting up the sky like flare gun. The explosion terrified the two men and they stumbled onto their backside in terror, never blinking as their mouths gapped open while no words came out. It rumbled the earth and was brighter than the high beam of a big rig truck. It blinded the four of them for a short time and when it subsided, everyone was equally confused.

"Ay they gotta bomb! Must be. Are you suicidal or what?" The gruff one yelped as he struggled to get back to his feet. The big one who Cyra calls Jumbo, was already standing with a gun he had hidden, drawn and pointing right at Cyra.

Clara who was shaking off her own puzzlement, seen this and frowned defiantly at her opponents. She looked over at Cyra who was staring at his hands. He stopped and turned to her. He detected a fire that was ablaze in Clara's eyes, so intense it that he knew alreadywhat she wanted to do and he was ready. He nodded at her.

Without either one saying a single word, they simultaneously grabbed the other's palms and aimed the lightening glowing hands towards the two men.

Clara closed her eyes tightly while the electrical glow expanded and crackled in their hands. And just like that, the energy current was leaving their bodies and being shot like a giant taser from their enclosed hands and the light emitting from them turned the whole parking lot a brilliant white.