Prism: Looking for an Angel

Part One

"You guys go find the kid. It's just the Shaw skank."

Jordan stood resolutely in a cobblestone courtyard of a small, churchlike private school, facing a supervillain she vaguely recognized as Phantom. She watched with gritted teeth as his companions fled down an adjacent hallway, then narrowed her eyes again on the obstacle in her path.

"Let's not waste each other's time, Phantom. I have a standing appointment."

"Abortion?" he asked, eliciting a smirk.

"Haircut. And I -"

Before she could react, Phantom sent a spectral clone right at her, and she doubled over from the force of its blow to her stomach.

Immediately she was axe kicked straight to the ground by another clone, and broke the fall as best she could. Ignoring the pain, she got on her hands and knees and spoke into her radio. "Is anyone else on the way?" she panted. Her opponent paced a few feet in front of her, grinning wickedly. "You can stand up. I'll wait."

"Such gentlemanly manners," she sneered, and by the time she had staggered to her feet, Phantom had split into three and charged her - but Jordan was ready this time. She covered herself in an adamantine sheath of light as the clones stormed her, and she heard a grotesque crack as Phantom - one of him, at least - broke his hand against her skin. She snickered as the Phantoms merged back into one, howling in pain and massaging his bleeding hand.

"You BITCH!" he roared.

"A title I wear with pride." Jordan aimed a finger gun at the villain. "Now, are you going to let me past?" Phantom glared in response and Jordan felt a small tinge of panic as he split into what looked like dozens of copies, forming a circle around the edges of the courtyard with her at its center. She regained her composure straight away and snarled, "Fine."

As the clones rushed her, she clapped her hands together, releasing a sonicboom as well as a chaotic, kaleidoscopic light show that blinded and stunned her antagonists. "Anyone?" she repeated into her radio, then she took advantage of their disorientation and ran for the exit, but fell forward as a hand closed around her ankle. Before she could even hit the ground she was uppercut from the front, pummeled from all sides, and though an explosion of energy granted her temporary relief, Phantom resumed his assault instantly. He seemed not to care how many clones maimed themselves against her steely skin, and though her shield rendered her invulnerable, she was not immovable. She felt herself lifted into the air by several duplicates, then tossed like a ragdoll towards the building's brick wall.

CRACK.

Jordan crumpled to the floor with a gasp of pain and watched her shield evaporate as the Phantoms closed in. "I...lost," she thought, and prepared for the onslaught, closing her eyes as a shadowy figure descended over her.