Light Angel

Chapter III: Transcending

      What am I going to do?! I stand stiffer than being sealed in concrete. I need to do something before the creature attacks my mom.

I need to contact dad, I thought.

I turn back around, in order to get my phone from my nightstand. A cold blast of wind brushes past me and a white fog appears out of thin air. It swirls and Terri appears right in front of me, blocking me.

"Contacting your father will result in both of your parents' demise," Terri comments as if he read my thoughts.

"My mom needs help," I yell at him.

"I know, but you're not gonna lead to a positive outcome."

"What am I supposed to do?" I desperately ask him.

He stares at me sharply without saying a word.

"Screw this," I said before rushing out of my room. I look at the creature again.

"Let my mother go!" I beg furiously. The creature quickly snaps his head around followed by an inhuman snarl, "You know that you are a terrible person for torturing someone that actually cares about yo-"

A brute force slams my left side. I fly sideways. I roll down the stairs. My ribs snap and cry in pain. I can hear my mother screaming out my name. I get back up, knowing that there's not much time.

Terri appears behind me on the stairs and covers my eyes with his hands. A vision takes over my sight. I see a little girl trying to run away from Markus in a basement. The house was set ablaze by wild flames. A bookshelf was burning on the ground. The little girl had straight strawberry brunette hair and hazel eyes. She looked very young, between four to seven years old. She was in flower pajamas. She looked familiar too.

"The little girl is your mother," great grandpa's voice booms inside my mind.

Mom was cowering away in the corner with a pipeline sticking out. Markus dashed to her within a millisecond. My mom raised her right hand to prevent him from slashing her head. Markus's claws struck and opened the pipeline, spewing dirty water on his arm and his half-sister. His arm was no longer on fire. The vision ended.

"Water burns his fire out temporarily," Terri states.

"What are we gonna do? My mom would already be dead by the time I fill a cup of water."

I hear my mother shrieking in agony from upstairs.

"Mother!" I cry out of worry.

Terri glares at me and shakes his head, telling me not to listen. He mouths the words, "Get a knife. I will put his fire out."

I immediately obey. I can hear disturbing cracking sounds and mom's screams of pain, which makes me more frightened. I head into the kitchen and pull out the largest knife I can find.

"I will conceal your presence right as you sneak up," Terri whispers to me while invisible.

I silently sprint up the stairs. The closer I got to the second floor, the more I went into a stealthier pace. When I got up the stairs, my courage diminishes. Mom is levitating up in the air. Her legs and arms distort in impossible ways. Fire is swirling all around her, which is closing in on her with every dreadful second. He seems to love taking his sweet time by enjoying every time my mom screams.

"M-Markus p-please," mother quivers. Sweat from the heat and anxiety drenches all over her face and body.

I remain frozen. Shall I go through with this? Markus responds by contorting more of her limbs very fast. I hear the loud snapping of bones in the process. My mom screams out louder than before. Her limbs loosely hang there, out of her control. The fire around her intensifies and I hear the roars of the flame that sounds like a jet.