Amelia's powers 2

Amelia's powers were what had made she and Sheila able to guide the ability users for years. She was the first of her race and the only one that wielded such power, three powers to be exact. While Sheila wielded an original ability, the seer and one passed down, the fire ability, Amelia wielded two original abilities with one passed down.

After Hanslem, who had wielded four abilities, no one had been able to wield such, something about the body being weak to contain such amount of powers but the closest to it was the two sisters, one wielding two and the other three and all the others one.

Amelia was called an Effige, due to one of her original powers which made her replicate the power of whoever she wanted, their strength and everything included but she could only do that to one person, she'd either replicate their powers or strength or even what made them special. She could also use their powers or strength against them.

And right now, she'd just replicated her sister's fire ability. "Calm your wolf before I put him to sleep myself!" She growled at Emerson.

"Amy, stop! This is unnecessary, Emerson is just try...." Sheila tried to reason with her sister and maybe if Emerson had given her a little more time, she'd have been successful.

"Take her in." Emerson's commanding tone was low but dangerous.

And now, Amelia was nothing less to being outraged. Two guards stepped forward to escort her but she was having none of it. She raised her hands at the two and turning it slowly in a circular motion, without much strength, they fell to the floor with hands clutching their chest, eyes enlarged, mouths opened wide trying to breath in air.

"Amelia stop it!" Sheila couldn't believe her sister as she watched the two guards fall lifelessly to the ground. Only time would tell if she'd just put them to sleep for a while or for eternity.

A heart conductor was Amelia's second original ability, she could control the heartbeat of whoever she wanted, she could increase it, slow it down or....stop it.

"I should probably do the same to you, that way you'd be asleep while I fight." This was directed to an already seething Emerson whose chest visibly rose in rage. "And same goes for anyone who would try to stop me." Her eyes glance at Donald and her sister.

A whimper escapes her as she's hoisted upon the shoulders of Emerson whose hands were bound behind her knees, restricting her movements.

"Let me down this instant, Emerson." But he was having none of it as he climbed up the stairs.