The Pulling

3 Months Later

It's 3 a.m. everyone's asleep but me. Why? Because someone's laying where I sleep. I stare at the kid sleeping on my bench. The bench I sleep on every night. This guy is squirming with a lot of fear. "Must be first night on the street.... Noob" I mumble under my breath. I go to reach into his pockets when the guy jerks awake screaming his head off. "Woah woah kid" I say surprised and annoyed at his screaming "no need to scream it was only a nightmare".

He finally looks at me slowly waking up and his breathing finally getting under control. "Who are you?" He asks. "Sara, now get off my bench and go away" I reply. He rolls his eyes and lays back down.

John's POV:

I look back at this girl laying back on the bench. Her brown eyes and facial expression shows that she's pissed. I don't know why but that makes me smile. Why does the sight of her make me so mad? The sight of her long black hair and tanned skin fills me with rage. If it wasn't for this anger I would think she's cute. I suddenly jerk up and grab her hand and start running.

"Hey! Hey! Where are do you think you're dragging me?!" She yells at me. "I'm saving your life" I say looking for a good place to hide. It's not easy finding a good place in the business district at 3 a.m. everyone is either going home, is closed, or won't let me in because I'm too young.

"Saving me from what? Sleeping?" She scoffs just then a bullet barely misses us. "What the hell was that?!" Sara screams. "That were The Blockers" I reply pulling us behind a dumpster. "The Blockers? Who the f*** are they? And what do they want with you?" She whispers in my face scared and furious. I sigh knowing she won't escape them on her own and that they won't leave her alone. I tell her a brief version of the last 3 months.

2 months ago:

It seems the closer I get to the source the stronger I get and the more vivid my nightmares become. I now can see that I'm fighting two figures with long hair and it always ends the same. In death. I'm closer than I have ever been and I can already punch through glass without drawing blood. I ran out of money two weeks ago and have resorted to stealing for survival. I was digging through a car I just broke into when these guys in suits with a katana and skull insignia on the ties came up to me. "Uh hey... you guys cops?" I ask awkwardly slowly pulling my hand out of the car. "John Goodman we cannot let you get closer to the source" one of them says. Suddenly I have two guns in my face.

Luckily my instincts take over I grab both of their guns pushing them into the air. Bullets fly everywhere around me. They must have silencers because my ears are fine despite the constant pop! pop! pop! of the guns. I kick them In the chest sending them flying away. I start running away. They corner me in an alley but I climb the fire escape to the roof. Two more guys are up there waiting for my. I continue running as they shoot at me. I run across the roof and Jump onto the next building. I climb down this building fire escape and duck through an open window. I look around frantically and rush under a chair.

I try to calm my breathing and listen for them. I hear them outside. "Split up he came this way. We cannot fail or the prophecy may come true!" Says the voice of the guy who first spoke to me. "Hail Izanagi!!" I hear from what sounds like 20 people. I sit there mind racing. "Prophecy? What do they mean? Who are they? What do they want?" My mind can't keep up with us these questions. "Dammit!" Suddenly by the assassins voice brings me back to memory. "We lost him... we'll have to wait for another opportunity" the assassin says. I continue to wait. I hear the foot steps receding but I stay in place.

In the morning I'm found by the shop owner still under the table. She looks at me and smiles with a rare smile that's just filled with kindness. She offers me some food and I devour it. I haven't eaten in days. Turns out the shop I jumped into was a bakery. The shop owner was this nice 20 something latinx lady. She offered me a job and I accepted. I knew I should be going and finding the source but I needed food and money before I set out again. Two weeks went by without much trouble. I had a little money and I wasn't starving anymore. On the last day of my second week I was sad. I was sad because I knew I'd have to leave soon.

"What wrong niño?" She asks concern in her voice. I look into her eyes and start to tell her I'm leaving but the door bursts open. Standing the raising they guns in what seems like slow motion are the katana and skull guys. My eyes widen as they shoot they women who has taken care of me for the past two weeks. "Why?! Why shoot her if your after me?!" I scream at them. "No one can live with the knowledge of the source" says the same guy. He seems to be the only one that talks. I glare at him. I glare at his bald head, his skin pale like a snakes, his blue eyes filled with coldness.

I realize that it doesn't matter who I'm seen with or how long. In the end, they will all die because this organization won't them to continue to exist. My breathing becomes shallow as they point their guns at me. The rage building and building until I see red. When I come back to I'm far away with blood on my clothes and my hands. I don't know what happened. I take a look around me and notice I'm in a park. I look back at the way I think I came worried about what I've done.

I shake my head they got what they deserved and hopefully this will deter them from future attempts. It didn't. I walk for a few minutes before I find new clothes. I steal them from bushes where two people who thought they found a secret spot hid them while they do it. I take my bloody clothes and throw them in the lake. "This won't happen again" I vow to myself under my breath.

As my interactions with this organization became more frequent I developed a instinct in sensing them and decided to give them the name The Blockers.

Present Day:

"That's a stupid name" Sarah says after a moment. "I'm sorry I'm not very creative" I say rolling my eyes. I look around the dumpster for any sign of The Blockers. I see nothing so I grab Sara's hand and I'll her foreword and continue my way to the source. She pulls her hand from my grasp and asks "where are we going?"

"To the source it's the only way to end whatever is going on" I reply. "And where is this 'source'" she asks putting air quotes around source. I look her directly in the eyes "I have no idea but I feel it pulling me towards it like a rope around my heart. You're coming with me unless you're ok with those guys killing you" I reply with a smirk folding my arms. She glares at me "I'd like not to die but how can I trust this 'feeling' you have?" She asks.

"Don't or do it doesn't matter I'm your only chance at survival. I don't like it... something about you pisses me off. Not shut up keep moving" I answer honestly. She grabs my shirt by the collar "listen here kid-" she starts but I interrupt. "I'm 17 not a child" I growl. She rolls her eyes "whatever I'm 18 still older than you so don't act all stuck up or you'll regret it" she smirks and let's me go. I look her up and down she can't be more than 5'5" and 160 pounds. I laugh and continue moving forward. She starts growling behind me but follows.

This is gonna be a long trip I sigh. Looking back at her angry face once more I wonder why she makes me so mad and why she looks so familiar. Whatever the reason I have to get the source and save my mother while continuing to avoid the organization trying to stop me.