The Pariah

Chapter 43

Chapter Song: Three Days Grace - Get Out Alive

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The gust of wind shattered the planks of wood defiantly and Myrina and I made a hasty scramble out of the small, dark space. The sky was black and the small dots glistened like little diamonds. I reached back blindly and grabbed the cold, pale hand that was behind me, ensuring that she stays close as we sprint across the train tracks. 

A flurry of Dark Angels came bustling toward us, having heard the loud explosion. I was feeling pretty fatigued and the pain still hadn't receded, but I managed to tug Myrina into the next lane when the train cars opened up. We dodged a heavy blow as the same train car we were just in front of erupted into a mass explosion, lighting up the entire sky for just a moment. 

Boots crush the gravel below and people begin shouting. The path is blocked when some Dark Angels were smart enough to jump down from atop the train cars. Myrina and I halt and I feel her turn around, our backs pressed tightly together. I tuck my arm behind my back. Since my artificial arm can't bear magic, it was useless to me at the moment. With one single hand at my disposal, I narrow down my opponents. 

More Dark Angels come up from behind, but Myrina had my back, so I wasn't worried. 

They attacked. 

The first light was hot and I had a feeling the only way to stop the flame of heat was to manipulate it away, rather than extinguish it out. I probably could, had I had both my arms. But I tried it anyway. It was difficult and I felt a slight burn in my palm when I caught onto the ball of heat, but it stopped nonetheless and I threw it back, like a baseball player would when trying to score a strike. 

Then with a little extra push, I threw my knee out and felt the earth quake just a tad in reaction to whatever I had up my sleeve. The Dark Angels stumbled and it apparently distracted them enough to not be able to stop the flaming ball of fire. They fell back when the ball made contact, because it literally blew up like a bomb. 

The box car next to us trembled as three more Dark Angels came spewing out from the darkness, drawing back their hands, limbs glowing and their eyes crazed. I wasn't quick enough to stop it, luckily, they were frozen to the spot as soon as the guy in the middle had his hand just inches from my face. 

The sparkly white ice kept them there in the single spot, eyes wide, mouths open in a silent scream. I looked across my shoulder at my partner. Her chest was heaving, there was a red line going across her cheek, the eye just above the offending blemish was closed. 

I didn't have time to ask how she received such an ugly thing, because I caught sight of someone with long blonde hair striding toward us. She walked, she didn't run, which made it even more intimidating. 

Hazel reached down, to her waist and I watched as her arm extended to pull out a long, black blade, that seemed to expel some kind of power from it. The wind blew back against Myrina and I. Hazel's eyes met mine and I could see, I could see the blankness, the lack of fear. She wasn't afraid to hurt me. She wasn't afraid to cause me pain. Not like the old Hazel, this was an entirely new product. One I can't say I'm fond of.

"Run." I tell Myrina. I don't want to fight Hazel, and I know that we can't win, even if we do. "Hurry." I tell her a bit more forcefully and together we dash down the isle, past the groaning Angels on the ground and through the train cars. I can't even look back. Because I'm frightened to.

We race past the train cars in a flurry. I can't see anything, when I have to fight, I just knock them to the side, I'm too frantic to plan strategy like I'd done before. I can't even think straight. Hazel is behind me. My sister is trying to kill me.