Spark

Chapter 1

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Ever looked up freak in the dictionary? Yeah, try it out sometime. I am the essence of freak. Noun or adjective: Zoey Night. I got the name in Maelstrom world, and it stuck. Night, cause of how I can just turn invisible most times... It was Night-Heart but I didn't like it very much. My real surname is Cambridge, but don't tell anyone. If you do you're going to be in trouble.

You see the reason I'm a freak is because there is no one in the world like me. Not a soul. Believe me I've looked in all the worlds I've been to. I never used to be a freak.

 I used to play in the garden with friends, swing on the jungle-gym and bake cookies in the kitchen. Not anymore. Ever since he killed my mum and dad, it's been different. I've had to run and hide from him but he found me.

I don’t know what his real name is, or who he is, or even what he is. All I know is he killed my parents, he’s evil, and he’s trying to kill me as well. (NB: he is very evil) I never know what to call him, but I heard one of his ‘minions’ call him ‘Crack C.’ Weird I know, but my Intel sources have never been wrong. So far.

 By the way I’m kind of training to be a spy. Believe it or not; if you don’t believe it you’d better stop here. I need allies I can trust. Ever since my parents were killed I’ve been looking for the person who did it: C. I’ve only been in direct combat with him once, surprise surprise, it didn’t go down too well. I ended up with wounded pride and a broken spirit. That was when it started, the torture. Enough about the past, it’s right now I need to worry about.

 I was 14 when my mum went, and two months later my dad. At the moment I don't know how old I am. About sixteen I suppose. Time is strange in this world. I think someone called it Cartus. Not sure though. Right now I'm concentrating hard on keeping my appearance normal. I'm a shifter you see.

 Not into animals or anything cool like that, but I can change my appearance. I've sort of learned to control it now, but at the moment I'm uncomfortable, stressed and its grating on my nerves.

 My hair wants to flare red and spark like it does when I'm mad or angry. My nails want to swirl black because I'm absolutely furious. But I concentrate on keeping my hair mousy brown, and my nails a clean shine. I have to stay inconspicuous.

 That was probably why I didn't hear them coming, because I was focused so hard. I should have known really, but I'm only a kid. You couldn't have expected me to hold on much longer. There's only one of me, and hundreds of them. I'm only sixteen, I suddenly thought, I don't want to die.

 I heard someone cackle with laughter behind me, all around me. Suddenly figures appeared where none were before. Men walked out of shadows. Darkness always hides them.

 I heard a shoe scuff on the ground behind me. I swung round and put my weight into a fully-fledged kick. I caught the guy in the stomach, but he still felt like concrete. He twisted and pain erupted near my ankle. Great, I thought, I guess I'll just hop like freaking' bugs bunny.

 I heard a grunt from behind me and I swung around with my arm outstretched. My fist smashed into the guy's mouth and I heard something crack, a tooth maybe? He fell backwards, and his head hit the edge of the pavement with an audible crunch. He didn't get up. Hands were grabbing at me, and at my clothes, from all around me.

 I slashed, kicked, pinched and fought at everything and anyone around me. But they kept on coming back. My healthy leg was getting tired, and I thought for one second I would lose my balance. But I didn't. By sheer willpower I stayed on my feet.  Someone grabbed my hair and yanked. Suddenly I was alight with sparks. The person who grabbed me burnt his fingers and swore. Nobody dared reach for my face now. They're moving away, why?  To my astonishment they all completely vanished.

 Somebody had walked up behind me, and he didn't need anyone to help him for this job. Instinctively I dodged the blow that would have crushed my skull. Sparks erupted in front of my eyes, or maybe it was just my hair. I wonder if they'll have aspirin, I thought rather randomly. Suddenly I wished I'd stayed in my own world. I'd come in search of the person with answers, and all I got was pain and destruction.

 I fought to stay conscious but blackness was overtaking my senses. Rendering my legs useless, my arms rubber hoses. No use to punch, pinch or fight. No! Not after all this time! I won't leave without a fight! I desperately tried to bolster myself against the terrible images he was forcing on my mind.

 My mother, screaming. My dad pleading not to hurt his darling daughter. I can't take this anymore! I thought. What's the point of hanging on anymore, there's no family here for me. I'm a wandering freak with no friends, weapons nor allies.

 No! Stop it you idiot. At least I could stick around for revenge couldn't I? I had to kill him for what he did. Crack C. I growled the name in my head. Revenge, revenge, revenge. I'm furious at him, really mad. It was enough to hold on for now, but he's strong. I started to slip away into the darkness until I heard someone call my name. I don't know how I knew, but I knew that somehow it was my mother.