Superhuman [Book 1]

21 || Wicked Side of Me

➟ zane
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Water. Pure water. My lungs couldn't take it, I swam as best as I could until finally, air was around me. I tread the water around me and took in my surroundings.

All I could think was, Woah.

Eight biomes met at a center plateau where I could barely make out two silhouettes running to the meadow besides me. I looked around. I was in a very blue lake, around me were cliffs of rock, but in front there was a chunk missing and I could see all the biomes.

I swam to shore, scraping my hands on the jagged rocks. I shook myself dry as best I could before taking off to the chunk missing. I stopped immediately, the chunk dropped almost vertically down.

I thought about jumping, considering this was only a simulation. It would only hurt, but I could still walk. I decided I would rather climb down then face the undeniable pain that I could have had if I jumped. I began to sit down to climb along the cliff when I was abruptly tackled off the edge by someone I couldn't see the face of.

My stomach dropped a million miles downwards along with the rest of my body. The air flipped through my hair and my attacker held a tight grip. I didn't want to stereotype things, but the gripped felt male, and by the touch behind me, he was roughly the same height and size.

No one in Alliot was roughly my height and size. Nia had more muscle than I did and had a good two inches. Ly, Kyle were just about, Jack and Tommy were just about a head shorter, Sam definitely was more bony than muscle, Hazel was about a foot shorter considering her teeny form.

I hit the ground with a thud and felt as if every bone in my body was broken. I cried out in agony as I tried to fight the guy so I could roll over. Finally, he gave way and let me. I had no time to see who he was, the kid punched me square in the jaw and again.

"Hiya, Zane," The voice told me he was a definite male, it was raspy, dull, and harsh. I knew that voice anywhere.

"Patrick," I spat in between his beating.

Patrick laughed. "It was obvious wasn't it? You've missed so much since you up and disappeared. Your sister? She took me back, even after I hit her when she dumped me the first time."

My bones were in too much pain to move, I tried to topple him off of me, but it all seemed to wane more and more each time I tried. Now I knew what Hazel had to go through. But her killing was ten times worse.

I wasn't able to calculate how long I lay there, letting Patrick beat on me. It was at least an hour, maybe half. The whole time though, I could see the two figures running in the meadow biome in what seemed like slow motion. When they were running towards it, time seemed to pass fine, but as soon as they crossed into the green grass land, their time seemed to slow down. The cheetah ran two miles an hour in my perspective and ninety miles an hour in theirs.

Patrick picked me up by the collar and looked directly in my face, "You should be lucky you're not there to see it. Your families a mess, your sister tried to kill herself, she told me. Know why? Because I'm the only one she loves, asshole. She don't love you no more. You left her, you left her scared, worried, heartbroken. You left your whole family, and you were the one that kept them together. You thought they hated you, when really they loved you the most. You were their first kid, and since your parents were murdered you shoved them out, you never let them in. They're your family, Zane." He shoved me down. "Learn to love them the way they love you, or don't love them at all."

Then with that, he left. He said nothing else. He stood up and walked through the cliff wall without another word.

I then stood up as well. I wiped the holographic blood from my face. I hurt like hell, my body wanted to fall down, but I told myself the pain wasn't real. I told myself it was all just a fucked up dream, because in reality, it was.