"Power like yours comes from sacrifice, from pain, and such agony guarantees a scar. A stigmata that will forever brand the soul with darkness. That darkness will call to you no matter where you are. Do not answer."
Lost and abandoned by the only fa...
IT HAPPENED AS IT ALWAYS DID. A thought. No matter how small or grand, the mere act was enough. 1 moment he stood in alley, and the next he was standing in Midtown High's barren hallway. Spencer didn't mean to teleport. The thought of being late to school (on his first day ever) fueled his anxiety. Anxiety that plagued him still.
Slowly, he spun. His Adidas scrubbed upon the polished floor. Nary a breeze nor shadow passed him. That hall was as empty as the dimension he found himself in.
"I'm at school," He thought aloud with the twitching of his digits. "But where is everyone?"
The foreboding claws of dread balled to a knot in his stomach. "Something's not right," He concluded. A shutter vibrated the air. Pressure bubbled in his ears until they began to ring. He winced and pressed his fingers to his ears.
Sulfur offended the air. It was as familiar a smell as disgusting. "All of this feels familiar," He said. He looked at his fingertips. Droplets of blood shimmered upon them. "Just like the dream," He gasped.
Goosebumps sprouted on his skin. Unease condensed the air until it weighed heavily on his shoulders. A breath ran down said shoulders.
His eyes widened. The knot in his stomach was yanked free as he gasped. His heart to dropped and took its place. The fear that welded upon his bones stiffened him. He turned slowly.
Spencer found nothing but an empty hall. Fractured sunlight refracted across the white lockers that stretched as far as his eyes could travel. He exhaled a tense breath.
"I'm overreacting. Everything's fine. I'm just late, that's all." While he wanted to believe that, the feeling hadn't left his bones. His heart had yet to return where it belonged.
Spencer turned again. A creature of magenta fire stood a hair away from him. He gulped a mouthful of air jumped. Time slowed as the creature told hold of his wrist.
Pain. Pain hotter than the sun scorched his insides. He screamed so that he feared his throat would split. His vision blurred. In the haze of the fire—he could see something. A sanctuary.
The haze surged into his eyes. It jolted him. Spencer found himself on his knees. The man in the sanctuary, with rotted eyes, stood over him. A symbol on the man's forehead ignited. His lips parted.
