The Shift in Jeffrie
The silence of the safe house was suffocating. The team had spent the last few days regrouping, strategizing, and recovering.
But for Jeffrie, something deeper was happening.
Something had changed inside him.
He sat alone in the dimly lit training room, sweat glistening on his skin as he controlled his breathing. His hands clenched into fists, memories flashing through his mind—
• Raven, broken and bleeding.
• The raw power that had surged through him in that moment.
He had never felt anything like that before.
That moment, when his anger had consumed him when he had torn through Nick and Mack alone—
It wasn't just fury.
It was something more.
Something beyond him.
He remembered the ground shaking beneath his feet.
The air crackled as if struck by a sudden storm.
The way his enemies had staggered—not just from fear, but as if something had physically struck them.
A shockwave.
And it felt natural.
It felt right.
But it wasn't normal.
And now, he had to learn how to control it.
Raven's Intervention
The door creaked open.
"You're thinking too damn hard, Ghost."
Raven.
She walked in, still bandaged but moving stronger than before. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto him, studying him the way only she could.
Jeffrie exhaled slowly, his gaze meeting hers.
"You should be resting," he muttered.
Raven smirked, stepping closer. "And you should stop beating yourself up."
He looked away, shaking his head. "I lost control, Raven."
She moved to stand in front of him, crossing her arms.
"You didn't lose control. You let it take over. There's a difference."
Jeffrie frowned. "Is there?"
Raven sighed and placed a hand on his chest, just over his heart.
"You were protecting me. Protecting all of us. That's not a weakness, Jeff. That's power."
Her touch grounded him.
The haze in his mind began to clear.
His anger, his emotions, his rage—they weren't just weapons of destruction.
They were fuel.
If he could harness them, and control them instead of letting them control him, he could become even stronger.
Not for himself.
But for the people he loved.
Yet, deep inside, something unsettled him.
He had always been strong. But this?
This felt different.
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The silence of the safe house was suffocating. The team had spent the last few days regrouping, strategizing, and recovering.
But for Jeffrie, something deeper was happening.
Something had changed inside him.
He sat alone in the dimly lit training room, sweat glistening on his skin as he controlled his breathing. His hands clenched into fists, memories flashing through his mind—
• Raven, broken and bleeding.
• The raw power that had surged through him in that moment.
He had never felt anything like that before.
That moment, when his anger had consumed him when he had torn through Nick and Mack alone—
It wasn't just fury.
It was something more.
Something beyond him.
He remembered the ground shaking beneath his feet.
The air crackled as if struck by a sudden storm.
The way his enemies had staggered—not just from fear, but as if something had physically struck them.
A shockwave.
And it felt natural.
It felt right.
But it wasn't normal.
And now, he had to learn how to control it.
Raven's Intervention
The door creaked open.
"You're thinking too damn hard, Ghost."
Raven.
She walked in, still bandaged but moving stronger than before. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto him, studying him the way only she could.
Jeffrie exhaled slowly, his gaze meeting hers.
"You should be resting," he muttered.
Raven smirked, stepping closer. "And you should stop beating yourself up."
He looked away, shaking his head. "I lost control, Raven."
She moved to stand in front of him, crossing her arms.
"You didn't lose control. You let it take over. There's a difference."
Jeffrie frowned. "Is there?"
Raven sighed and placed a hand on his chest, just over his heart.
"You were protecting me. Protecting all of us. That's not a weakness, Jeff. That's power."
Her touch grounded him.
The haze in his mind began to clear.
His anger, his emotions, his rage—they weren't just weapons of destruction.
They were fuel.
If he could harness them, and control them instead of letting them control him, he could become even stronger.
Not for himself.
But for the people he loved.
Yet, deep inside, something unsettled him.
He had always been strong. But this?
This felt different.
It felt like the ocean was pulling before a tsunami.
Like wildfire just before it erupted.
Like a force of nature—one he didn't yet understand.
Raven tilted her head. "What?"
Jeffrie smirked. "I think I get it now."
Before she could ask, the door opened again.
Scarlett, Azul, Sophia, and Lily entered the room, each of them looking at him with a mixture of relief and curiosity.
They had been watching him struggle, waiting for him to come back to them.
And now, he was ready.
Scarlett crossed her arms. "You done brooding yet?"
Azul smirked. "BruddaBear, you looked like you were about to have an existential crisis."
Sophia rolled her eyes. "You're always dramatic, Azul."
Lily smiled softly, stepping closer. "Jeff...?"
He stood up, running a hand through his damp hair before looking at all of them.
"I was letting my emotions control me. But not anymore."
His jaw tightened, resolve hardening in his gaze.
"I'm going to use it. All of it. And I swear to all of you—no one is ever laying a hand on you again."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Then—
Raven smirked. "Damn right, you won't."
Scarlett chuckled. "Bout time, Hotshot."
Azul winked. "Sexy and deadly. I like it."
Sophia gave him a knowing smile. "Just don't get reckless."
Lily stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek.
"You always protect us. Just don't forget to protect yourself too, Angel."
Jeffrie exhaled, looking at each of them.
They were his reason.
His fire.
His control.
And now, he was stronger than ever.
As Jeffrie, Ray, and Trice trained, something subtle but undeniable began to shift.
Ray and Trice had noticed it too.
During the fight drills, Jeffrie's movements had a strange rhythm. Like the rising and falling of waves.
At times, his strikes felt almost weightless, yet unstoppable—like water crashing through rock.
Other times, his body radiated a heat that made the air feel thick.
Trice frowned after a sparring session. "Cuzzo... you feel different."
Jeffrie wiped the sweat from his brow. "What do you mean?"
Ray exchanged a look with Trice. "Hard to explain. It's like... the way you move. It's not just power. It's something else."
Something primal.
Something not entirely human.
Jeffrie shook his head. "I just learned to control myself better."
But deep down, something told him that wasn't the whole truth.
The team gathered in the common area later that night.
The energy was different.
Sharper. More focused.
Jeffrie glanced around, his gaze settling on each of them.
They were stronger now.
More prepared than ever before.
Scarlett stretched lazily. "Alright, boss. What's the next step?"
Jeffrie inhaled deeply. "We're not just training anymore. It's time to move."
Sophia nodded. "Sable's stronghold. We know where it is. If we hit it now, we cut off their major supply chain."
Azul grinned. "Then let's hit 'em where it hurts."