Alex stood there staring at Jonas, and vice versa. The two of them so confident that they could stop the other. Both skilled in his own way, yet each having some special ability they both didn't know about. For Alex, he's finally began tapping into the conscious chronospasm effect. For Jonas however, he has the ability to slow someone's movement greatly. An explanation to ALL of his kills. 

Jonas slowly grabbed his semiauto magazine for his rifle and placed it in it without looking away from down the scope... He knew he was going to need it...

 

There was a long pause. Everyone stopped and stared a me and Jonas. Each inmate concentrating hard on what was about to happen. Anticipating, the awful suspense. But Jonas and I; we didn't care. To us, this seemed like a Mexican stand off. Both opponents waited patiently for the other to make the first move. Dust rolled on the hot desert floor. The wind scrapped against my buzzed hair. I waited. WE waited. Ever so eagerly to draw upon the other. But soon... Finally.. I made the first move. Without hesitation.. Without the slightest gesture to give away my intentions... I darted towards Jonas' tower that he rested in. I started at regular top speed for the first half second of my sprint and then suddenly, everything got slow again but this time I wasn't moving slow with everything else. I was actually moving faster this time. I zipped down the field that must've seemed like to every other inmate, at least 60-70 mph. I was a blur. I gradually gained even more speed and kept doing so. I dodged bullets flying pass me, hearing them sing as they brushed their sound waves past my ears, and emitting a high pitched ring.

I was at least 90mph now. And it only took me 3 seconds to get to this speed. The tower in which Jonas sat in was only a football field away now. I speed faster and faster. I was so eager for what was about to happen next, for my next move would be my most dangerous move to myself if I screwed up. I ran hard and fast, and then finally, I jumped. I leaped as high as I could into the air, soaring far in above the inmates. I was at least 35-40 feet in mid air. Everything was still slow to me. I was almost at the tower when suddenly I felt slowed down again. I felt the sensation of incoming fire, and I forced myself as hard as I could to go forward faster. Astonishingly.. I did... The bullet nearly missed me, and made me nervous actually, for I literally felt the barrier breaking when the bullet sped past me. I grabed the tower and began climbing quickly as I could by jumping great lengths. I spiraled the tower, making sure Jonas did not have a constant shot on me. When I was almost to the top, I leaped high into the air and grabbed the ledge. I had the feeling that Jonas did no know where I was on the tower, so I threw myself up and over the ledge, slinging myself at Jonas. I felt slowed once more and Jonas' back was towards me. But he slowly turned towards me. As he did, I saw something in one of his hands. It stuck out as a silver point. I soon realized he had a Bowie knife and was going to stab me. He drew his arm closer and closer to me, as I myself drew closer and closer to him, still in the slow motion movement but still in mid air. The suspense was incredible. Who was it going to be, me or him? Would I die? Would I flinch and cause myself to get stabbed?.... But then.... It all ended, and I shouted loudly causing a huge blast to surge forward at Jonas. The blast looked like a heat wave as it darted through the air. It smashed itself into Jonas, knocking him back and breaking through the side of the coup, sending Jonas 100 feet down to his death....