Luc:
Home...Taken...
I am driving. I am seething. I am coming.
Trees pass. Cars pass.
Smiles. Family. Love.
Things I had forgotten in my pain.
It is night when I arrive. The car disappeared as I got out.
The house. My house...so...hurt.
Partially destroyed and left vulnerable. I walk up the driveway, up the sidewalk. I sense no one. I walk into the house.
I wave my hand and the pieces of the door return to their normal position and adhere together. My hand touches the cracked wall. It heals.
I pull the board from the broken window and drop it. I pull my hand to my chest, the glass returns to the window and repairs itself.
I turn. The hole in the ceiling is paramount. I make a fist and raise it. The pieces of the debris fly to the ceiling and attach to each other in the hole.
There is a crater. I raise my hand and the dent flattens, the hardwood congregating to create one.
The burns in the wall. I brush my hand against them and the dissappear.
The dining room. I enter and repair the chair I broke.
The lights come on and shine gold.
They are gone. I will find them. I am coming.
Alexandria:
I scream and shut my eyes. My feet kick and I hold Claude's arms. He holds my throat, holding my body over the edge; hundreds of feet in the air.
"Please! Let my daughter go!" Mom screamed from behind the bars.
They were there. Begging. Screaming.
Indra burst through the door and ran to the bars.
"Let go of her!" He ordered. "Let go of her now!"
"Okay." Claude said. He released my neck.
The wind was painful. My throat was warm and screaming.
"That's it. I'm going to die." I thought. "That's okay. I hate to think of what it'll do to Mom and Dad, but I'm okay with dying."
Arms. Warm arms. I was no longer falling.
"Hello..." I opened my eyes, "it's been a while."
Luc. My brother. Tears filled my eyes.
"I'm so sorry Alexandria. I never should have let a hand that would harm you be mine."
I looked down. We were floating slowly to the ground.
His feet touch the cement and I throw my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.
When I let go, open my eyes, we are home.
"Whoa." I was being put on the floor. I sat on my hip.
The house was repaired and shining like gold.
Luc kneeled and faced me. His eyes. They are sad.
"I must go." He stood.
"Luc wait!" I reached for him. He stopped. "What are you going to do?"
With a dark voice he spoke, "I'm going to end this." And he was gone.
I huffed in relief. He's back.
