Soul linked

Chapter 1

Escape

A short man wearing a lab coat and clutching a clipboard enters the room. He starts to approach a tall man wearing a suit with his hands clasped in front of him.

"We've found the information that you requested Sir." said the short man.

"Good," the tall man said. "What did you find?"

"His name is Alex Fahay, he's fifteen and has no living relatives. When he was eight he killed his father in a way that could only be described as, well... magic-"

"Yes, I know." The tall man interrupted.

Both men pause for a moment.

"Of course Sir," The short man said nervously "He then ran away from home and since then, he has lived on the streets and has robbed small stores -Presumably with his magic- to sustain himself and then ended up being arrested when a civilian that he didn't notice in the store called the police. When the police arrived one of them was knocked out cold but the other officer got the better of him and tased him and he ended up spending two months in a cell for robbery where our agents took him back here-

"Yes I know, I gave the order to take him from police custody."

"Sorry Sir."

After another pause the tall man saw the boy shift from the other room

"Ah, he's awake." the tall man proclaims as he walks out of the room, picking up a syringe up on his way out.

Everything is black. Pure darkness. Nothing but black.

He is certain he has gone blind, but then realises that his eyes are closed. He opens them and everything looks like it's underwater. through his limited vision he could see a room with white walls and a metal door in front of him and a mirror, no, one sided glass to his left.

"This is an interrogation room." he thought.

Five silhouettes come through the door. As he looks down at his body, he realises that he was sitting on a chair, and nothing was restraining him. He tries to move his right arm, but it won't budge and just makes him feel nauseous. Four of the silhouettes stay near the door but a tall silhouette comes closer and jabs something into his arm. After a short pause the tall man takes the thing out of his arm that he was guessing was a syringe. As the tall man starts to leave, his vision and movement start to return. The tall man leaves the room, and the 4 silhouettes start looking more like armoured guards the more he blinked. They were also carrying MP5's. This terrifies him, he's frozen with fear, and as all the thoughts of what those guards were going to do to him those thoughts quickly disappeared, and something compels him to stand. As he begins to stand, the guards raise their guns at him. Seeing this, he feels a familiar feeling. A feeling he hated. A feeling he didn't want to have. A feeling that reminded him of when he was eight. An itchy, tingly feeling on the palms of his hands, like there were bugs crawling all over them.

"No," He thought as he began to resist the urge to clap, "Not now, I will not kill these men-"

He claps his hands together. He couldn't resist the urge. The guards were thrown against the wall with a blast of air, breaking most of the bones in their body and cracking the wall behind them slightly.

"Dammit" Alex thought.

His hands had the same feeling again, but something took over that forced him to aim his body over to the right a little. It forces him to clap his hands together and launches a blast of air making a hole in the wall large enough for him to get through. He emerges into the outside world. He was deep in a forest somewhere. He's unsure on how long he's been in there, but it was night-time and all he can think about is running.

"Sir he's escaping!" The short man said with amazement.

"Dispatch delta 6," the tall man ordered, "They'll find him."

He didn't know how long he had been running but his legs were killing him. He spotted a road and hope poured over him.

"Spread out, he can't have gone far."

Alex ducks into a bush and holds his breath. A figure walks by and through the leaves he could see a person in full body armour holding an M16. The figure passed and he started to emerge out of the bush. He looks around and doesn't see anyone. He begins to silently sneak away when a whack to the back of the head with the butt of an M16 knocks him over, someone grabs his arms, pulls him up, and puts handcuffs on him. He is pulled up and shoved into an armoured truck. With the back door of the truck open, four more people emerge and stare at him.

"This is the guy? A kid?" Said the leftmost person.

"Guess so." Said the middle person. Three of the people get in the back with him and two go in the front. The truck starts to move, and Alex is terrified. He doesn't want to know what will happen if he's brought back to wherever he was.

"You try ANYTHING I will beat you with this rifle until you wish for death, is that clear." Said the person sitting across from him. Alex nods slowly.

"This is Delta 6, over." One of them said over a radio.

"Did you get him. "Said a muffled voice.

"He's here with us and in cuffs, over."

"Good, bring him back."

"Yessir, on our way, over."

After a short time passes, he suddenly feels like something is about to fall on him. He begins to lift his arms defensively, which is a struggle with his hands cuffed behind his back

"What are you do-" but the Delta 6 soldier is cut off by the truck flipping forward and landing on its roof. Everyone was flung around the truck as it then skids towards the side of the road. As Alex lies there dazed, ears ringing, the two people in front of him start to get up, however the third one has already been impaled by a surprisingly strong branch that has pierced through the side of the truck. He looks around the truck to find more branches snaking around the interior, slowly covering the whole thing. He had always questioned if these branches where sentient, because they were moving with a purpose, with an intent to kill everything that wasn't him, almost like they were trying to protect him.

"WHAT THE-" But the soldier is cut off by a branch going through to the back of his skull. The other soldiers quickly follow in their untimely death and are left on the floor, lifeless corpses, that he killed. He used to feel remorse for the people he killed, but he had killed so many that he was dulled to the feeling. He assumes that the ones in the front are dead so he crawls out of the branch-covered truck and gets up. He stumbles forwards and makes it about two metres before he collapses. He looks up and sees four people standing over him, they look to the left and his eyes follow. They see a limping soldier trying to escape. As his vision fades to black he sees one of the members from the mysterious group clap their hands together, cutting the soldier in half by an unknown force.

"C'mon Alex, you need to keep walking."

"But I'm tired!"

"Alright fine we can stop and rest here for a bit."

An eight-year-old Alex is resting on a bench in the park at night with his dad. They had just gotten off of a bus that had taken them from the airport back to Detroit. They had to walk about a kilometre to get back home. After a few minutes they stand up again and begin walking home. While walking they pass an alleyway. Alex hears a noise so he wanders in to investigate.

"Alex no, come back!" His dad commands. Alex shouts for help. He sees his dad rush into the alleyway and-

"DAD" Alex shouts, waking up from the dream.