Scissorman- Chains

A bundle of chains had appeared before her. Thick chains, made of steel. One end was lifted up in the air, swaying back and forth, despite their lack of any visible support. The chains reared with a rattle like a poisonous snake lifting its head.

Helen stared and watched them absent-mindedly, faintly smiling.

Suddenly, the chains lunged for Helen. And wrapped themselves fluidly around her neck.

Doubled twice around, the chains began to tighten around Helen's neck with a sinister power.

The pain, being the most primal sensation, brought Helen back to her senses. Her hands flew to her neck, and she tried with all her might to pull off the chains.

The chains continued to draw tight around her throat with a power strong enough to crack bone. Her head felt as if it would burst with blood.

She couldn't breathe. She could only stare at the air and gape like a fish. The strength was leaving her fingers as they clutched at the chains.

It's over, Helen thought, resigned. But, suddenly, the chains fell limp. They clattered to the floor.

Helen's throat sang as she gulped fresh air, and she stared for a while at the coiled chain on the floor.

Psi powers.

The words came to Helen's mind like a bolt from the blue.

Scissorman.