Bleak Issue #1

Chapter 3 - Archangel

 Silence and then the world opened up to talk. It twirled and whirled across the glass. The impact had made its mark there and expand in a line dividing the mirror and cracking it to the brink of collapse. It shot little molecules of it around and about looking like dust. The light that came from the bulb was filling the broken cracks and weaknesses of it in attempt to forbid my movements, my decisions. This made the glass into sparkling bits of crystal that came out like a swirl and dug it sharp points into the tips of my fingers. The bulb broke, and there was no light, only pain, gut wrenching pain. I saw nothing that happened but felt everything. The final result was that of the sound of a chime on a moderately windy day.

"Madison?" The power was gone from everywhere. All of the lights gave up in the swoop of a pop. "Maddy?"

Creak

I scared him. "Madison?!?"

Ditz, ditz, ditzzzzz, pop

One lights was back above him. He drew a short breath that was interrupted by a voice.

"No." My finger was on his lips.

The lights flickered back on with Mr.Leestan afraid and looking around. "Madison!"

"Yes?" She walked into the room unaware of what had happened. I made her unaware of what had happened.

"Call Ria..."

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His tennis shoes splashed the puddles repeatedly across the dormant street. He was trying to outrun the street lights flickering and dying behind him and quickly catching up. I stole the light, the one thing that he could rely on to see and to know his whereabouts. His face was covered by a hood so I couldn't see it, but I knew who he was and what he did to me. He too knew who I was and what he did to me.

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. I went ahead and killed the lights of the street for about half a mile out. He froze in the darkness looking up at the moon for that was the only light there. The lamp post above him flickered on and illuminated who I was with the necklace.

I wore a hooded and silver lined dress where the hood made a pointed shape that cast a shadow over my whole face. My skin was as pale as a dead body, and wings with pinkish feathers were sprouted from my back.

He made a run for it, but I was able to catch up with him with ease. I grabbed his jacket and flung him across the street. I flew over and grabbed him by the front of the jacket and his shirt. He foresaw that I was about to speak.

"Why me?"

"He told me to do it!"

"Who told you to do?"

"RULTS!"

He saw I was no long calm but filled with the most anger I had ever experienced before. He tried to final get the daughter killed. After all these years, he finally decides to mess with this family again. He had already gained the control of my mother and had killed my father. Why does he want to take me?

"I came here to kill you. I much rather recite my father first."