Spark [ Enlight Series Book One ]

Blonde women and abductions

Alexis turned and shoved open the doors, in a hurry to get away from the cafeteria. She stepped on the green, unburned grass that provided the floor surface surrounding the courtyard.

 She panted as her feet took her different directions, no longer functioning along with her mind. Messy tears streamed down her face, but she didn't stop running.

What had she done?

A school full of burned people could answer that question. She had lost control of her emotions. She had most likely killed people for the ripping of a book. The shock of it all still trembled through her body.

Alexis found herself at the gate separating the woods and her school grounds. Alexis looked doubtful at the high gate and thorns surrounding the bottom of the other side.

 Then, the wail of fire trucks reached and ringed in her ears. They were close by. And no doubt when they interrogated the students about what had stopped the fire so suddenly, they would give the abnormal explanation. 

Alexis looked toward the sound of the trucks and the thorns and made up her mind. Alexis hosted a leg up and clutched the gate, and began climbing. 

Whenever the sirens sound closer, the quicker she aligned her pace. When she had reached the top, planning on climbing down from the other side, a fire truck came into sight.

 Distracted, Alexis accidently let go and lost her grip and footing on the gate.

Alexis flailed as she descended down towards the ground- and thorns. Only thinking about how much she wished the thorns would disappear, she geared herself for feeling the sharp stabs. 

But, only the impact with the ground was felt. Alexis's eyes were closed, but she felt crisp flurries around her. She blinked, and caught a glimpse of black, churned ashes floating down by her. There were no thorns in sight.

She clicked the pieces together, and figured she had burned the thorns. The theory was proven when Alexis's senses came back, and the feeling of toasted ground started to flare up on the ground pressed against her mid- back.

Alexis's mind connected once again with her senses, and she noticed she was still visible, since the thorns that would have concealed her from sight had been burned. 

Alexis bent her arms and attemped to get up, but a breaking pain on the right arm prevented her. A dislocated shoulder. She had heard that you could fix it easily by popping it back into place, but she wasn't experienced, and she didn't want to further injure herself. 

Fighting her pain, she got up, groaning. When she was finally up, she ran towards the woods, and luckily, there wasn't a huge variety of thorns.

She stumbled, speeding away from human sight. She didn't stop until she was sure nobody could hear her. A small pond came into view, so she ended her physical struggle there. 

She found a steady log, and crouched down to sit there. She went into a faze, staring into the blue green pond, which was void of any brown dirt. Her own reflection was glazed and rippled. 

Her red hair was messy, tangled, and matted. Her eyes were a slight red, which she guessed was from the stinging smoke and fire, combined with angry tears. She looked ratty, overall.

Alexis clutched her arm, since her dislocated shoulder could still be felt. Frustrated tears surfaced. Today was a whole lot of emotion, Alexis thought to herself.

 Alexis drowned in her own thoughts, absorbing the fire, the escape, and the consequences. Her eyes thoughtlessly passed by animals and insects, and the clouded confusion in her mind only grew.