There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.We want to believe evil is achieved by an outside source. Because we don’t want to admit the darkness that hides within people. Because if it lives within one, it can live within another, and if within another, it can live within you. If darkness can hide so easily within us, how do we know who is evil and
A whole day had past so far. The screams never halted for long. I had pin pointed 4 different people so far. No one had come to visit me yet. I guess me being knocked out, took away the fun for them. Maybe they thought I was dead? I would die, if I wasn’t given something to drink soon however. From the screams, neither of those 4 people had much life left in them. Which would be my fate, if I wasn’t smart about how I played my cards. For the first time I hear keys rattling outside my door. I close my eyes, pretending to still be asleep. Buying myself more time, if I needed it. I could make out two voices. Charles and the other I did not recognize. One of his team mates I assumed. Whatever they had going on here, it was most certainly under the Queens nose.“Argh, I see she is still out” Charles voice rings out like nails on a chalkboard.“Are you sure, she is not dead?”“Something was up with her blood work, hardly doubt she is dead, but no harm in testing that theory now is there. Pu
I hadn’t left my house in days. I didn’t know how I felt about anything anymore. I had so much to take in and digest. My path had been made up for me. There was no backing out now. I had always had the option to stop at any time before this. My life would never go back to how it was. I had changed, I could not put back the life I had taken. How do you forget the day you became a murder? I was scared, I felt cornered. Like the fate of everyone sat on my weak shoulders. I couldn’t stop thinking about those other people. Should I have tried to save them? Maybe I could have saved everyone. I know it’s easy to think that, after the fact. I know a part of me, knows I had no choices my hands were tied. But part of me, can’t let go. Can’t let go of the what’s ifs.I took comfort in the thought, that this was nothing more than a delusional dream. A dream I wanted to make true. But one I could stop without hurting anyone. Now if I stopped, multiple people would be dying. Could I live with that
I feel the dirt coating my lips, as my head is shoved into the ground. My ponytail now resembling some kind of bird nest. Decorated with leaves, sticks and god knows what else. I close my eyes, attempting to protect them. My head aches, as the pressure builds. His arm pushing down on the back of my neck. I wiggle and struggle under his hold. Thrashing around like a fish out of water. As I struggle all I can think about, is that man struggling as I strangled him. Stray tears fall down my check. As I bite my cheek trying to divert the pain. I try to get free, but it’s no use. I begin to pant, as I struggle to breath. Having my head buried in the dirt restricted the air flow enough as it was. As I gulped, needing more air as I cried. Dust rushed into my lungs, causing me to cough.A hand was out stretched to me, and I was pulled to my feet by my partner. He gives me a small smile, which could only be described as pity. No one had bothered to try and teach me any tactics. It had been ove
I had a little more fight in me today. That wasn’t going to save me from getting my ass handed to me though. I tumbled to the ground as his leg swept across my feet, knocking me down. I land with a thud. I wave off his hand, as I lift myself to my feet. He looks at me, sporting a fake offended expression. His hand stabbing himself in the chest. I roll my eyes. The session was less sombre, with my improved mood. I was still blocked. So, I did my best to avoid getting pinned, anything to stop the flash backs. I kept trying to find Vivian, but she was nowhere to be seen. The distraction was a great advantage for my partner. Who frankly already had the upper hand anyway. I asked if they knew where she was, sounding curious. As she hadn’t missed a session before. I mean I was curious; it was out of character for her. However, mainly I wanted to hide the reason why I wanted to find her. Part of me felt embarrassed about it, holding so much hope over nothing more than a dream. What’s if
I sat down across from Vivian, watching her face twitch with anger. She was going to kill me I knew it, or worse send me back. I still couldn’t defend myself, and lord knows I had no control over any of my powers. I fidget with my fingers as I bite at my nails, my leg shaking. The pent-up energy from my nerves playing havoc. Sitting beside me was my match, who I now knew as Justen. He seemed pretty unaffected by the whole situation. Frankly he looked a little pleased. He gently grabbed my hand and run his thumb over it, in small circular motions. I could feel the sparks, shooting up my arm from his touch. I tried my best to ignore them. Having no clue, why it felt like that. I looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact with everyone.“Can you stop looking so damn smug Justen, this isn’t a joke” Vivian said firmly“I have never once saw any of this as a joke, you know that. Maybe if you listened to me none of this would have happened. You shut her out without any real explanati
I was pinned to the ground, his face inches from mine. I could see him slowly leaning closer. My eyes were glued to his lips. I bite my lip in anticipation. “How are you going to get out of this hold, pretty lady” he whispered into my ear. This bond was killing me. The draw grew stronger and stronger by the day. He was becoming irresistible to me. Every session I had to fight the urge to give in to the bond. He on the other hand seemed to have gotten over his struggle with the bond. He was cool, calm and collected around me most of the time. I should have been thankful. But the bond pulled at me, desperate for his touch and attention. I wanted to pretend it wasn’t there, but I wasn’t fooling myself or even him for that matter.I wiggled under is grip, trying to break free. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Come on, you can do better than that”. His lips gently brushing against my ear. As I looked into his eyes, I could feel the bond trying to pull me in. How was it possible for a
I sat across from Justen at the local café. We talked as I watched the people around me go about their lives. This was nice, it was the first time I had had any time to just be in a while. Since the Shadow possibility, everything we did was consumed with the impeding war. Justen sat across from me, chatting away about this and that. Slipping in a few we statements here and there. Which was sweet, I could tell he was trying his best to keep the conversation light. His eyes scanned my face, looking for clues to how I was feeling. He had kept his word and turned off his ability to read my feelings. I smiled as I thought about how grateful I was to have him. The bond continued to nag at us both, to finalise the bond. Which both of us knew nothing about. Vivian thought it wise to keep clear of that until after the war. Despite the constant pull of the bond, it was nice to have a friend. Which was what he had become. I knew I could count on him, and I knew he was here for me when I needed
Vivian, Justen and I scurried through the winding corridors. Bursting through doors, searching for clues. We knew Charles was here somewhere. But this stupid place was like a maze. The pressure of finding him as quickly as possible was eating at me. He had a good head start. By the time we had stopped his men and found Vivian he would have had a half hour head start. This stupid game of hide and seek was irritating me. I wanted him to pay for what he had done. Not just to the people around me, but also to me. He had forced my hand and turned me into a murder. The fact of being in the middle of some kind of war, didn’t soften the blow. I had killed, not only strangers but my own parents.“I found him” a voice rings out. We burst through the door and there he was in a part of the bunker I had never seen before.“What is this place?” I ask not really expecting an answer.“Everything. Everything I know and need for my experiments. I knew you were coming. You always came back. So, to tread
We stood at the edge of the town. It had taken days for us to find it. From our position you could see everyone moving about in the distance. You could hear their gentle chatter. I was nervous, I felt like I could throw up. I swore I was shaking from all the anxiety flowing around in my body. All I could think about was how badly it went last time I talked to them about Charles. Justen and I made our way to the stage in the middle of the town. While Vivian stood guard. No one took any notice of us; they were all too busy going about their own lives. As predicted no one else was around, apart from the towns people. I took shaky steps up the stairs. I can do this I say giving myself a silent pep talk. We get into position.I concentrate on my memories bringing them forward. Pushing them out of my mind and into the air around us. They danced in the air like a projection. Playing the stories of the lost for all to see and hear. The sight of their fragile and damaged bodies came into full
Everyone was glaring at me, jaws to the floor in shock. I just laughed. I don’t know how they managed to remain shocked. Training had started off intense for the first week. It was full on and it felt like it never ended. It wasn’t just the physical side either, the mental side of it had been some serious work. Justen coughed and splattered as he laid on the floor, trying to regain his breath. I only threw him a few meters. My control was getting a lot better, but it still wasn’t perfect. I only meant to stop him, not throw him. The finalisation of the bond had unlocked some real power in both of us. The things we could do blew my mind. Vivian said it was magic that had been lost for centuries. If this was the power we had now, I wasn’t surprised everyone back then was scared of a bond like ours. I didn’t want to imagine how much power it would have given back then, when we were a lot stronger.“Pay attention rein in your control”“I bet she did it on purpose” Justen said, winking at
Justen POV.She sat across from me at the dining table sipping her tea. Happily chatting away about this and that. The little sparkle in her eyes had returned, and I couldn’t be happier about it. She was finally returning back to the happy and confident version of herself. The one that lit up the room every time she entered. Vivian was on my back about the bond. She had gone back to her usual self now liberty was safe. I guess her guilty feelings had dispersed since everything seemed to have worked out. I had been avoiding the finalisation of the bond. Which was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Considering she acted like she wanted it and would pout when I turned it down. She really would be the death of me. Those gorgeous eyes always silently begging.It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. I could just feel things in her had shifted since she returned. She was very open about what happened, how confusing it was and all the things she had seem. The girl had a gift for explaining her
I could feel the peace around me beginning to shift. I didn’t want it to change. It was nice here. A dim glow appeared, highlighting a door floating in the distance.“That’s the way back home” A mysterious voice said.“Do I have to go?” I ask the voice.“No, but if you stay you won’t be able to return there”“Can I think about it?”“Of course,”Did I want to go back? As I floated peacefully in the abyss, I realised I must be in some state close to death. Right now, death felt like a peaceful end. I didn’t feel pain or suffering. The thought of letting everything go felt nice in its own kind of way. Nothing would matter anymore, the hurt, the fear, the expectations. Wouldn’t it be peaceful to just not exist anymore? But on the other hand, what would happen if I did? Would Charles win? Would the bond disappearing have consequences? I think truthfully a part of me really wanted the peace that death could offer me. I was tired and death was the easiest answer. At least for me. But was it
Justen POVThe village was quiet, you could hear the wind whistling through the trees and houses. I sat, looking out towards the forest. My eyes felt heavy and I had a consistent headache. I hadn’t slept at all last night. I had spent weeks scouring every book I could find. I still hadn’t been able to find anything about finalising the bond. I was beginning to feel a little helpless, which was a new feeling for me. Vivian was on my case like you wouldn’t believe. Which was no help to anyone. She was stressing me out. I hadn’t been able to feel anything from liberty since she was taken. I wasn’t sure if she was, drugged, dead or too far away. That knowledge sent Vivian into a fit. I hadn’t seen her in such a state before.“Have you found anything? Anything at all?”“No, I looked all of last night. I can’t find anything”“We need to find the answers to the bond. We are running out of time to find them and save her”“Can’t we just save her and find this all out later?”“No” Vivian yells.
I borrowed a jacked from someone to blend into the crowd. I had no clue why everyone was gathering around this stage looking thing. It was like 9pm. A weird time for everyone to be out. Was it like a party of some kind? Come on that’s crazy talk, surely not. I mean did anything surprise me at this point. No one took any notice of me. To them I was just another faceless person walking among the growing crowd. It was pretty easy to blend in; everything was so dimly lit. Bamboo torches were the only forms of light. I guess they never bothered to get power this far into the forest. Everyone had matching jackets. It felt like I was walking through a cult ground. Omg it’s like a cult thing isn’t it? That would make so much sense. Good god are they going to be worshiping him or something.Everyone had to be here, there was so many people. Maybe they had to be? The stage came to life, as Charles entered.“Hello, my people” He announced over a microphone. “It’s another good night to be alive.
The girl sat across from me. Charles had left her and I in a secluded room. I didn’t know what I was meant to do with her. If I was honest, I was a little scared of her. Shadows didn’t sound like safe friends. But I still couldn’t help but feel bad for her. She looked just as scared as me.“How did Charles find you?” I ask. Hoping to get a gauge of the situation.“Find me? I don’t know what you mean by that. I am his daughter”What! How could that be? Could gifted kids even become shadows? “Were you born this way?”“No, he made me this way. Through his experiments. But it turns out the unstable magic didn’t make me strong. It’s just killing me. He doesn’t know why my body rejected the magic. I guess that is where you come in”“How could he do such a thing to his own daughter” I say out loud, mainly to myself.“It sounds bad I know. But he is a good dad to me. He never meant for this to happen. He only wanted to make me strong. So the city couldn’t hurt me, like they hurt him when he w
I awoke to a man standing at the foot of my bed. I jumped out of my skin and let out a small scream. The man looked down at me, showing no ounce of emotion. He pointed at my clothes, which had been set out. He continued to stare at me blankly. He was giving me the creeps. He was the same man who had escorted me back to my room after I had been found outside. I hadn’t been told I couldn’t leave this building. I had made an effort to avoid the red areas. So, I wasn’t sure what his problem was. Maybe he just didn’t talk? He stood at the corner of my bed still. I picked up the clothes sitting neatly on the table in the left corner of the room. With that gesture he turned and left. Not a word was muttered or any indication of what I was to do next. Odd, like real odd.I got dressed and ready for the day. Since I think that was what I had been instructed to do. Yesterday I thought I was getting a better gauge on what was going on. Well that was until I saw the town. Where was this place? W