Lost Girl

One

            I heard him click the safety off and cock the gun. It was placed against my forehead, right on my temple. The cold metal did nothing to scare me; I’d felt it too many times already. “Do it.” I’d heard that threat before too but I knew for a fact this one was real.

            I stared at the hood-covered man tied to the chair before me.

            “Please. Please don’t. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident. It won’t happen again. Please, I promise.”

            I blocked his voice out. What he begged for made no difference to me. I was fighting for my own life. I continued to stare at him, to manipulate the blood in his veins. It stopped flowing, his heart continued to pump, trying to get the blood to move through his body. I stopped that too. I felt the life flow from him and into me, his head falling lifelessly onto his chest.

            My whole body glowed with a white light and I slowly rose off of the floor, my hair once red was now blindingly white and my bright green eyes were now a blood red, not even my pupils were showing. The man’s, whoever he had been, life force was now coursing through my veins.

            “Good girl, now hand it over.” He demanded. I did as he asked and turned slowly, gliding gently through the air to put both of my hands on either side of his face. I closed my eyes, using all of my will to push the power out of me and into his body. He gasped when it hit him, throwing his head back. When I finished, my body was barely glowing, my hair resuming to its natural red and my green infusing with the red until the green won out. He shook his head when I released him, “Better than sex. You did good kid. Go have fun.”

            My vision blurred and my body swayed and hit the floor as blackness took over my mind.