Odd situation

Her eyes fluttered open, blackness taking over where the whites and iris used to be, staring into me like two obsidian orbs. A croak of a sound escaped her, “Ah ahh, testing. Finally.”

“What the…” I stammered, my mind racing to make sense of the situation.

Keisha, or whatever it was that spoke with her voice now, turned to me. Gone was her youthful vibrancy, replaced by a gravitas akin to an old man's tone. “What the fuck are you?”

I shook my head frantically. “I don't even know what the hell you are or what's going on! The Federation? What the hell is that?”

Keisha rushed herself up with the help of her hands, then took a few long strides to grab the collar of my uniform and raising it up with me still in it. "Don't fucking mess with me! Who sent you!"

"Nobody fucking sent me, I genuinely don't know what you're talking about!" I raised my palms head height, intending to display my own innocence, but when I realized Keisha's grasps didn't show any sign of backing down, I thrust her away.

Keisha's body flew back as if an invisible **** pulled the label of the back of a puppet, causing her to crash into one of the burglars that had just started to stir awake from the fight, knocking him out cold once again.

I stood there, my gaze slowly shifting from the wreckage of Keisha and the burglar to my own hands. The sound of my heart pounded in my ears like a beast tumbling around in its cage trying to escape. "Did I awaken my powers?"

I felt an impact struck the side of my hips, breaking me from my trance, I looked over as I saw the shoe bound foot stuck into my clothes. My eyes moved up from the petite feet embedded into my uniform.

"What the..." Keisha pulled her leg back, just to whip it back into my side. "Did you fucking steal my powers?" Her leg went back down, as she took a couple of steps in to pat me down.

I swatter her hands off from my torso, then grabbing one of her wrists, softly as to not break anything, "What are you?"