The Power of The Future

Chapter 5

We all heard doors being bust open. Nick and I exchanged looks, we were going to start grabbing what we could of weapons and be prepared to fight back. All while we have our bags on our shoulders. To the older ones and teens older than 14 or 15 we handed them guns. For the younger ones- which there weren't that many, the youngest was 10,- we gave them pocket knives or knives a bit bigger. Several weapons were handed out, not just guns or knives. There were a few bows with arrows, and I know survival so I could probably make something if we ever got stuck in the woods, which will probably happen. I went ahead and put a gun and a pack of ammo in my bag, then took a bow with a quiver of arrows. I carefully looked at the carvings. It was someone's ancestor, but I didn't have time to ask. They were coming.

"As soon as they knock that door down we need to run. Shoot back at them if they're in the way. Got it?" Adam was serious. We nodded our heads.

We could hear them thumping on the floor. They're close. We need to act fast. Soon they knocked on the wooden door, hoping we answer. Then they kick it down and we're in hell.
They come in, starting to shoot. We keep the little ones from the bullets, and the rest start fighting back. Guns and arrows and knives all aimed at them, we started shooting back towards them. I started heading up the staircase while they continue, trying to not hit me. Last man standing ended up dead on the floor, knife in the heart. A bloody mess. As the blood crawled out, I started to feel the pain. Not their own pain, but mine. I felt the suffication in my lungs. My head started spinning and I couldn't concentrate. Nick came up to where I was standing and moved a bookcase in the doorway kinda as a door. Then came over to me.

"Hey, just breathe. In and out. In and out." And as he kept saying that, my breathing started to slow down. I didn't realize how fast I was breathing until he came over. I finally looked up at him, my face saying I'm okay now, what's next? Instead of answering, he decided to go over to another bookcase, which turned out to not be a bookcase but instead a door, leading to the outside. Everyone followed him, me leaving last. It amazes me, how they are looking so calm while I'm a case full of baskets. Because ever since I left home I haven't been able to actually calm down and breathe for one moment. When Nick came over, I felt safer. I've never really felt safe, and thats mostly because of my power. Wait- no don't think like this Lyrelle, you're on a life misson and you can't just stop and fall in love so fast, because that just means you're either giving up entirely or you won't give up on him, you have to and need to focus.
I got snapped out of my little fighting-my-head moment when Nick asked if I was still going with them. I nodded my head yes and left, not looking back again.

When we got outside, there were two vans parked discreetly by various trees. Half of the entire group went into one van and the other half into the other van. I was in the second van with Nick. I didn't know everyone, seeing as I just got here. But I did know some people, Amber, Nick, Adam. Adam. He was my best friend since we were 7. Our parents worked together at the quarters where they kept anyone with this power. Before we became friends, I had seen him before at school hanging out with some other kids, including Nick. I was all alone. I was the kid who sat alone at lunch, who sat in the front corner of the classroom. Everyone thought I was weird. They thought I had that power, because I was so quiet. I discovered back then I did have the power, but I just kept to myself. But I wasn't quiet because I owned that power, I was just quiet. I hated standing up in front of class to write a mathematics problem up on the chalkboard. I had anxiety, but I wasn't antisocial. I chose not to speak to others. Simple as that. Then one day Adam came up to me at the beginning of class asking to be partners for a project. We did the project and we both thought we'd go back to being strangers. Instead we started hanging out and we became best friends. He was my only friend for awhile. I started hanging out with his group when I was 10. So in a way I did kind of know Nick. But all I knew was his name. I didn't know anything about him. Hell, I couldn't even pick him out of a crowd by his features. But when I saw him after they took the blindfold off my face and explained all of what happened and everything, I knew him. I knew his features. I felt a connection with him just from all those continuous dreams I've had. I don't know if it was fate or if it was luck or whatever, but I do know that this- all this- is real. Nick came over to me in the van with a few tissues. I didn't realize I was crying.