The Enchanted Ones

The Past

Winslow

"My life is in danger too?" I raise my voice at him.

"Yes." A sigh.

How can he be so fucking clam? There are people planning on killing us and he's just bench pressing 50kg.

And he's hot.

So fucking hot.

I've been trying so hard to ignore his whimpering when he's struggling, or his abs flexing when he lifts. Or even how sweaty he is. Why do I find these things hot?

"What the fuck Everett? How am I supposed to react?" I shake my head, ignoring the inappropriate thoughts.

"You just have to be able to protect yourself." He grunts.

"How?" I lower my voice.I don't have my powers. I do know how to fight and the basic self defense methods but I'm still scared. What if that isn't enough without my powers?

"Have you ever tried bringing back your powers?" He stops the exercise and stands up, breathing heavily.

"Yes of course." I scoff, "Nothing happened." I say when he doesn't move.

"Maybe I can try to bring them back." He has the audacity to drink water.

"Are you crazy? How exactly will you manage that?" He's just going to waste his time because I sure as hell can't have my powers back, once they're forbidden here.

"How did you loose them?"

"They just shut off." I don't like lying. But I have to.

"Why?"

"Uhm..." Shit.

"If they just shut off, wouldn't there be a way to turn them on again?"

"No. They completely disappeared. There's no use in trying, Everett. They aren't coming back, don't waste your time." I sit down on a bench and sigh.

"Why can't you just think positive and try to get them back? What the heck happened? You're not like this. The Winslow I know is always positive."

I lock eyes with him and stand up, walking closer to him, "Don't act like you know me." I tell him quietly, "Does your past never haunt you?" I increase the tone of my voice, "Do you never think about what happened with whoever your assistant was?" I walk closer and closer, "Can you completely heal from whatever happened?" I narrow my eyes, now inches away from him.

His jaw clenches and he swallows, looking away, "How do you know about Enzo?"

"I know nothing about Enzo, news travel fast around here Everett. People know." I look down and notice his fists clenching, "Just like you and your little story, I have mine." I look in his eyes again, noticing they're darker than before. "So that's why my powers turned off. They won't come back, I was too terrified that day."

He continues to stare at me, his eyes clouded with an emotion I can't read. He looks away and then back at me, with wonder, "Then why didn't mine turn off, I was terrified too." He quietly asks and I have no idea what to answer.

"How old were you?"

"It was three years ago."

"Well, you were twenty years old. My age, Everett. I don't think your powers would ever disappear at that age. I was four years old." My voice cracks, "I was four years old when I saw my own mother getting murdered in front of me." My eyes tear up but I don't want to cry so I pause. I don't want to remember that day. But now I've started. And I can't stop, "It was a cruel, cruel way to go. And so unfair. She didn't deserve that. To be through all that pain." I don't allow my tears to fall but they don't obey. I don't want people to see me cry, it makes me feel so weak. I've never told this story to anyone, never said it out loud. It feels so weird. "And no one in this world wants to even think about losing the person that gave birth to them," I sob and wipe my tears with the sleeve of my t-shirt but they don't fucking stop and I hate it I hate it I hate it.

"I don't remember my own mother's face, Everett." I take a deep breath, trying to calm my breathing and tears. "I don't know how her features look, I don't remember her smile, her hair, her voice. I was four, I only had the chance to live with my mom for four years. I only know her face from the photos around the house, which dad wants to throw away because he can't stand seeing her face. He says he can't bring himself to think about that day, the worst day of his life. And I beg him not to throw them away because I want to be able to see her. I want to talk to her when something girly happens which I can't tell dad." The tears keep falling but at this point I don't care. I let them.

"So, no Everett, I don't have my powers and you owe to teach me how to use a gun because I don't want to die and I'm too fucking scared right now-" He wraps his hands around me and squeezes me into his chest. I don't even try to fight. I have to stop whatever is happening to me.

I feel his arms tighten around me and I now realize how long it's been since someone last hugged me. I press my face against his chest, closing my eyes and letting myself relax. I actually expected him to pull away any minute but he hugs me tighter, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for bringing this up. And for whatever happened. The world isn't always on our side." He kisses my forehead.

He literally kisses my forehead.

I'm too shocked to do anything so I just stay here, in his arms, knowing I'd regret this as soon as I pull back. I know he's going to go back to hating me because of whatever happened with Enzo. He's the sweetest man but pretends to be cold.

"You're sweaty." I mumble on his chest.

"Well this body needs work to maintain, Winnie." He messed up my hair.

Everett

"Hey dude, did you get my message?" Enzo storms into the room and my head snaps at his direction,

"What message?"

"For tonight. You don't remember?" He walks to me and pats me on the back, "I just ordered pizza and some beer, come on let's celebrate." He smiles.

"Whoa, what are we celebrating?" I smile too and begin to walk closer to him.

His face immediately darkens and fire starts coming out of his eye. His hair is burning and his body is too hot, too hot, too hot.

"The day you killed me." He's walking closer now, and I can see him burning, hurting, looking at me and I'm standing here, unable to move.

"Killer." Fire all over him.

"Killer." He comes closer.

"Killer." I back up.

"Killer." Fire is coming closer.

"KILLER." Fire is everywhere and I'm -

I wake up gasping for air.

Damn you, Enzo.
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