The Scenario
Greater Sci-Fi combatant
Club Thunder looked like a battlefield. Something had knocked the large doors off their hinges, and one of the skylights on the roof was completely shattered. Inside, it was worse. There was some kind of black residue everywhere, and though there seemed to have been a valiant cleaning effort, the gunk stayed where it was, mostly concentrated to the plumbing. A particularly large amount was on the floor near what might have once been a vent at some point. There was blood, too. It had relented under the cleaning, but brown blotches still dotted certain areas. There were some spots that didn't look cleaned, yet also were clear of any blood or goo. Pryce decided that those places were where the bodies had been. They weren't there now. Pryce then decided he didn't like this place.
"We shouldn't be here," Pryce started, looking at the crime scene tape they'd crossed, still covering the door, "we really, really, shouldn't be here."
"I know," Bennu said, inspecting several scorch marks on the floor, "but there's got to be some kind of clue here as to what's going on. There are so many things happening at once, I just want to make sense of it."
She knelt down to examine some of the black residue, looking back at one of the walls. It was obvious something had hit the wall at a decent speed; cracks in the wall, as well as more of the black substance splattered all over it, were a testament to the force of the attack. It was definitely the work of a super. Bennu aproached the wall, reaching out a glowing hand as if she were using a flashlight.
"Strike Force was fighting a super," she said quietly. "I'll bet you anything that person could control this black stuff. Ugh, it smells terrible."
Pryce nodded. It had been what he was thinking, too. Pryce moved to stand next to Bennu, and reached out his own hand, though his was trembling.
"Don't touch it!" Bennu whispered fiercely. "We don't know what it is. It could be some kind of acid or something. Or poison."
Pryce hesitated, but hovered his hand just next to the wall, and opened a tiny crack in the void. Darkness covered a circular section of the wall about the size of Pryce's hand as he absorbed the light and other energies of the wall. It was strange, but Pryce thought he could tell just what it was he could absorb. Light felt sharp, like a needle or blade, while heat still just felt like heat, though both sensations were so faint they barely registered. But there was one more, that felt like a weird expanding pressure, trying to grow.
"It's alive," Pryce said finally, his voice shaking. His hand fell back from the wall, and the darkness retreated, revealing ice covering the spot where Pryce's hand had been, and the black goo, now shriveled up. "It's alive, or it was before I just killed it. If it's poisonous, it'd have to be some kind of biotoxin. Same with acid."
It would be difficult for Pryce to acknowledge that he was interested now. He was still terrified, constantly wondering if they would be caught, or if whatever happened to the club would happen to them. He caught himself looking over his shoulder again, and turned to face Bennu. If this stuff was alive, the super must have been able to produce more of it. It might even have been able to reproduce itself. Pryce shuddered. The stuff around them now was just residue. It couldn't have been enough material to spawn anything, could it? It wasn't even enough material to move by itself....
"I think all of this is one organism," Pryce continued. "It all moves together. I don't think brute force could kill something like this, either. There can't be only one attack. Bennu, we need to get out of here before something else happens. We can keep doing research once we're in a safer place."
Bennu nodded, surprised at Pryce's sudden change in demeanor. "Alright, I gotcha. Let's get out of here."