Control

Handler Kanto sat in the back of another van with her. She wasn't chained up, and he was standing over her. She was lying down on something, and though her stomach still hurt, it wasn't burning as fiercely as it had been before she'd passed out. 
     "You failed." 
     Her eyes watered when she heard those words.
     "I had put so much faith in you."
     She whimpered.
     "You will not have yakisoba."
     She shut her eyes tightly and tried to hold back her tears.
     He sat down in the back of the van next to her little bed and removed his sunglasses. Her eyes were focused on his blue gloves. 
     "You know what happens to Twisters who cannot help our government. I have fought long and hard for you, but I cannot help you anymore."
     "What?"
     "You are going to die." He said calmly. "The government has invested a large amount of money in you, and yet you completely failed to meet its expectations."
     She felt something pounding deep inside her; her heart felt like it was beating too fast, faster than it ever had when she'd been running.
     "I followed him! Like you told me to! I followed him!"
     "Then he shot you one time, and you fell over screaming like a dying animal." Kanto shook his head and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a small needle full of a clear liquid and flicked it with a finger. "It was truly a dishonorable display." 
     She wanted to kill him. She figured that if she was fast enough, she could grab his head and rip it off his shoulders before he ever had the chance to stick that needle into her. Her breathing began to speed up and her eyes swirled. As they did, a thought crossed her mind. 
      There was no 'if.' She was fast enough to do anything she wanted to. She could jump out of the van and run anywhere she wanted to. She could run out of Tokyo, out of Japan, and out into the world. No one could stop her; she was too fast. 
     Kanto reached for her arm and went to take hold of it.
     Seconds later, his head was resting on her lap while the rest of his body was still upright in the chair. She looked at his headless body breathlessly.
     She smiled as her eyes swirled like pools of rushing water.
     The head of Kanto melted in her lap. 
     She shrieked in horror and swatted the black, rotting mass off her lap and onto the floor of the van where it landed with a wet splat.
     She looked at the headless body of Kanto and her eyes stopped spiraling. 
     The blood that was spurting from his neck wasn't splashing onto the floor. Instead, it was hardening rapidly, as quickly as it was pouring out, and forming into the shape of a head. She gasped and covered her mouth as the blood pouring from Kanto's neck oozed and dried, over and over, until it had formed a disgusting recreation of his head.
     The malformed eyes of the head blinked, and the crusted blood moistened again. 
     She couldn't look away, frozen in fear.
     The bloody head moistened, and all the blood slowly dripped away, revealing Kanto's head, perfectly in place atop his neck. It looked like he'd been dunked in blood. 
     "I see you're still capable of great feats of speed." He said, threads of blood covering his mouth and falling onto his perfectly white suit. "Perhaps you deserve another chance."
     She couldn't speak.
     He removed his arm from her hand and gently placed the needle back into his newly bloodstained coat. He looked at her with eyes that were swirling red.
     "I will give you another chance to catch that man from before. If you succeed, I will not kill you because of your previous failure." His voice sounded slightly eager. "Just make sure you tear that man apart, and all will be forgiven."
     She didn't say anything. Kanto leaned over and knocked on the door behind her that led to the driver's seat in the van. After a few moments, she felt the van come to a stop. Kanto looked at her with a smile that was too wide and bloody to be professional.
     "Bring me his blood, or head, or hands. Something to prove that he's dead. If you can't do that, at least stay out of the way and let the policemen do their job." 
     He opened the doors in front of her, showing the streets of Tokyo. The sun was getting closer to the horizon in the distance ahead of her. 
     "He kept going west after he shot you."
     "Yes sir."
     She stepped out onto the street and felt the ground beneath her feet. She wanted to start running again, but just as she began to breathe deeply, she heard Kanto's voice once more.
     "If your wound hurts so badly that you can't run anymore, don't fight back when I try to kill you."
     She could still feel the wound in her stomach, but her fear was so potent that the sensation had almost vanished entirely.
     "Yes sir."
     "Good." He put his sunglasses back onto his still bloody face. 
     Her breathing sped up wildly, her eyes swirled, and within moments she was running as fast as she could westward.
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     Ramon and Junnosuke were running too. They went past more thrift stores, Chinese food places, and more hair salons as they ran together. Junnosuke looked at Ramon and felt envious about how effortless the old man made parkour look.
     As he struggled to jump over a fallen over garbage can, he thought about using his Twist. He didn't have to completely turn into a dragon; maybe he could just turn into the part that made him able to fly. His pace slowed as he began hyperventilating a little bit. 
     A knuckle rapped him on the forehead, and he snapped out of his powers. His eyes watered at the unpleasant sensation.
     "Come on kid." Ramon said calmly. 
     Junnosuke looked away, frustrated.
     "Look, if it makes you feel any better, we're still going faster than when I had to carry you."
     Junnosuke liked how that sounded.
     "Don't ruin this by using your powers."
     Ramon turned around and started running again. Junnosuke did his best to keep up, and despite how much he may have lagged behind, he ignored all further thoughts about using his Twist powers to help out. 
     They ran, and the sun began to set. 
     After a few more minutes, Ramon held up his hand. 
     They stood between an old storage unit and a ramshackle housing complex, on a dirt road that was next to the main road, and looked out over where they were heading.
     There was a long, small bridge, with several cars passing on it. The bridge went over the Iruma River, and was the only bridge that Ramon could see nearby. It was out in the open, with no cover. He didn't want to cross it, but he knew that it was the only way they could keep going west. He looked at Junnosuke.
     "We're gonna run across that bridge as fast as we can, and then we'll jump into the first alley we see, understand?"
     Junnosuke nodded.
     Ramon helped him out of the ditch and they began running towards the bridge, keeping their heads down.
     Once they were halfway across, Ramon felt an odd sensation, as if he were being watched. 
     He fell to the ground immediately, dragging Junnosuke down as well.
     A pair of hands grabbed the air where his head had been mere moments before. He looked up quickly and saw the same girl he'd shot before, standing on the bridge in front of him, with bandages over her stomach that were much nicer than his own.
     She was looking at him with swirling blue eyes, and her short blond hair barely moved in the breeze. Ramon reached for his pistol and shouted.
     "Get down kid!"
     She ran towards him, hands outstretched.