Everything was fine until that one night. It changed everything for me. I used to have a life. I had two little kids and a wonderful wife. Everything was perfect. Until I changed.
Let me take you back to that night, the night I lost everything.
I had just climbed into bed at around eleven o'clock that night and was waiting for Serena, my wife, to join me, when I started getting a headache.
Thinking it had just been an extra long day, I shut my eyes and hoped it would be relieved if I got a good night's rest.
But it didn't. After several hours, I woke up to my stomach feeling horrible. Instantly, I rushed to the bathroom, knowing I couldn't hold anything in for long. I barely made it to the toilet when I vomited, emptying my stomach of the roast beef and mashed potatoes I had eaten for dinner. I will spare you the gory details, it was pretty bad.
I vaguely heard my wife come into the room behind me until I felt her soft hand rubbing my bare back.
"Lucas? What's going on, honey?" She asked calmly. My wife was a nurse and nothing ever seemed to faze her. Which I guess was good, because my kids were gross.
I finally finished throwing up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I sat back on my heels before answering her.
"I don't know. Just woke up and-" However, another urge stopped me from speaking as I bent over the toilet once again, now just dry heaving.
My wife brushed my sticky hair off my forehead and handed me a piece of toilet paper when I was once again done heaving.
"Hmm... you have a fever. Can you get back to bed?" She asked, taking her hand off my forehead. I nodded and slowly stood. I made it out of the bathroom, before things really got worse.
My whole body began to heat up and I felt myself sweating profusely. I felt like I was on fire!
I collapsed to the ground and laid on my back, the room spinning around me. When did I get dizzy? I could barely think straight and I was in so much pain.
Then suddenly, it passed. The pain was gone and so was the nausea. I sat up and looked around. My wife was sitting next to me, holding my hand, and she looked at me worriedly.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Honey, I don't know, you just collapsed! And you were moaning in pain! Are you feeling better now?" She asked, her eyes searching for answers.
"It's... so weird. I don't feel the pain anymore. Or feel sick. I feel perfectly fine." As if to prove to myself it was so, I raised my hands in front of me and inspected them. The didn't look odd at all.
My wife looked at me strangely. "Let's just go back to bed. I... think it's over now." I said with more confidence than I felt. Something had changed inside me. I felt it. But what had caused it was a mystery.
"Are you sure we shouldn't go to the emergency room, Hun?"
"No. Just go to sleep, Serena." I smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips to reassure her. With that, she seemed satisfied and climbed back into bed. I told her I was going to go to the bathroom and that I would be right back. But instead, I waited in there till she was asleep, then I grabbed my jacket and hurried out of the house and into the chilly, October night. I took a walk through the neighborhood, tying to clear my head and make sense of what just happened.
I flexed my fingers, still feeling a trace of the pain lingering in them, but them something happened. I felt a tingle in them and glanced down to see several... sparks? They trailed down from my fingers until they disappeared into the night. What tha?
I tried it again, stretching my fingers out. And once again, sparks shot out from my fingers. It didn't hurt, only sent a tingling sensation up them.
This couldn't be happening. I mean, this sort of thing only happened in movies and stuff. I must have been imagining things.
Shaking my head, I decided to go back to bed and sleep, hoping when I awoke that this would all be just a faint memory.
Just as I rounded the corner to my block, I spotted a black van parked out from of my house. I hurried my pace, but before I made it even close, the van had pulled away and disappeared down the street.
Worried, I rushed into my u locked door and up to my bedroom. "Serena?" I called. Pushing open the door, I froze. Serena, my dear dear Serena, was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. No...
I bent down next to her and check for a pulse. "Serena! Serena?" I couldn't feel a pulse with my fingers so I pressed my ear against her chest, frantically listening for a heartbeat.
Slowly, I leaned back up. Then I wept. I cradled my wife in my arms, wishing she could come back. But who had down this? And why?
Suddenly, I thought of my children, sleeping in the nursery down the hall. Hurriedly, I ran to their room and looked in, praying with all my might hat they might have been spared.
I flipped on the light to see two empty cribs. No! No, no!
In a rage, I raced through the house, searching for them. But in my heart, I knew they were gone. Whoever had killed my wife had taken them. And they would pay. I would find them and make them all pay for what they had done.
So furious, I threw a lamp against the wall only to have it burst into flames! Flames shot out of my palms and hit the lamp, bathing it in orange, blazing fire. But as soon as it had come, it left.
The fire disappeared from my hands and I looked at them in wonder, searching for burn marks that were non-existent.
I dropped to my knees, overcome by anger and grief. I didn't know what to do. So I just kneeled there, weeping.
I did that for an unknown amount of time until I looked around me and realized my whole house was now on fire. I had to get out of there.
Not grabbing anything, I rushed out my back door just as I heard sirens nearing. I didn't want to explain to the firemen and cops what had happened. Especially since I didn't really know what happened. And right now, I just wanted to be alone.
So I ran through the neighborhoods and across yards, away from my house and everything I had once owned. I did all of that with one thought in my head. How could something have so much and lose it all so quickly?
Hey there! Thank you for reading my new story:) I hope you liked the first chapter! There will be more to come:)
Ithildae
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One Tortured Soul
AdventureA perfectly normal life. Lucas has a beautiful wife. He has a nice house, a great job, and two wonderful children. His life is perfectly mundane, and he likes it that way. But it all changes in an instant. In one night it all fell apart. What starts...