the Rarity

Chapter 2

My heart is pounding heavily in my chest. My feet running faster than I ever have before. There are people behind me. Chasing me. Why are they chasing me? What did I do? I ask myself. I continue to run, at first through was seems to be a large business or scientific lab building. Then the next second, I'm running in the woods, the people chasing me still hot on my tail. I think hard, my mind throwing passing boulders in their direction, using my hands to control the earth, and disrupting the ground they walk on.

I run and run as fast as I can, then suddenly I am in an alley, coming face to face with a brick wall too high to get over in time. I turn around quickly to see a group of soldiers walking toward me, guns raised. One man in particular who seemed to be the head of the group walking forward with a pistol in hand aimed straight for my head.

"Say goodbye freak."

I sit up quickly, panting, the sound of a gunshot still ringing in my ears and a single tear rolling down my cheek. I quickly search my small room for any sign of danger only to see nothing but my closet to the left, the window and window seat to the right, and my bookshelf on the opposite wall. I simply take a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing and heart rate, calming myself.

Once I have finally composed myself after about 2 minutes to limit my anxiety and heart rate, I slowly get out of bed and head downstairs for coffee. I glance at my clock just before I leave my room and it reads 6:45 a.m. I quietly start to make my trek down the stairs of our home, assuming my parents are still asleep, only to hear the two of them discussing something serious.

"I'm serious Robert. We cannot tell her. It's too dangerous. Raven may have a better chance of surviving if she doesn't know and an even better one if they don't. We can't tell her we just can't. It would destroy her and possibly put her in danger." Mom says, putting things away as quietly as she can. I sit on the stairs, listening to their conversation trying to discover what it is they can't tell me.

"Don't you think that telling her would help her to prepare to protect herself? And besides, it's a possibility. She may not even be one. But if she is and we tell her now, she will be prepared for what's to come. We could protect her." my dad counters, following my mom's pacing. By now my interest has peaked and my heart continues to pound.

"You know how she is. Her anxiety would get to the best of her. I promise you, if she knows and she is one, her fears and worries will eat her from the inside out. She'd be at more risk than she would be if she knew. Because you know your daughter and you know good and well that if she knows, her panic will be never-ending. She would be found out. And I would like my daughter alive."

"Well, let's just hope she's not one, for her sake and our own." My father finishes, panic coursing through my veins again and again. What could I possibly be that would put me in danger? I slowly creep the rest of the way down the stairs into the kitchen, startling my parents.

"Oh. Good morning sweetie." My mom exclaims, a fake smile visible on my face.

"Morning," I say with a weak, solemn tone - head scattered and voice hoarse from just waking up.

"A-Are you ok? You sound like something is ... off?" my dad asks with a worried voice. "Y-yeah I just." I sigh, preparing myself for what I'm about to ask. "What do you all know about Rarities? Like, what do you think I should know? Before the ceremony, I mean." I finish, worrying about how my parents may react to my questioning.

"Well, umm." Mom starts but hesitates, looking to my father for help. "Rarities have always been seen as... a threat, for as long as we can remember. Even though there hasn't been a Rarity tracked or recorded or found or anything in years, people still believe that they are born and made... evil." Mom explains.