The 7th Dragon

Getting Accepted

Chapter 3 - Getting Accepted            

       I saw the explosion of a massive bomb. The ground shook underneath my feet. A shadow swept over, leaving the sky starless, and turning the late summer’s air cold. People were running in every which way.

       In the mayhem, people were running every which way except for Lily, the people sitting with Blake, as well as some of the other teenagers. They ran with purpose, as if they knew what they were doing and they had somewhere to go. While I was watching my peers realization hit me.

          My dragons had gone quiet.

            All of them.

            A strangely familiar tingling swelled over my skin, spreading from my heart to my finger in a matter of seconds. Then the sensation seeped through my skin through my pours and into my muscles. It tickled, but not in that way that would make you laugh, and not in that creepy way when someone is watching you. Every fraction of a moment that I sat there, paralyzed in shock, awe, and fear, I could feel something awakening inside of me.

            Things that were hidden, even to me, under lock and key were ripping out of their confinements. Power ran through my veins, diluting my blood more and more. How did I know this was happening?

            Because the sea of knowledge I had was expanding into an ocean, several endless oceans. With the power was coming knowledge of how to use it. And it wasn’t only one power I felt coursing through my body, there were more, many more.

            Up, left, moving to the center, Blue whispered in my head

            I didn’t have a smart-ass comment like I usually did as I took in the scene surrounding me. The gazebos gleaming eerily. The grass darker than it was before. Nothing in the sky, making it a deep black. A slightly lighter figure danced across the now empty lawn to a beautiful stone gazebo.

            I hesitated. This wasn’t my place.

            “Sam,” Crystal said aloud. Her body was wrapping protectively around my shoulders. “We’ll be okay.” My best friend’s cerulean blue eyes were the only things I could focus on. “Trust me.”

            Those words set my decision in stone. The reaction my body was going through was heightening my senses. I saw the shadow pull out a bomb and I was off before I had even made the conscious decision.

            The thing that I now determined to be a man looked at me and smiled viciously. I pulled out the alloy steel revolver I always keep on my person when what looked like a black tentacle shot out at me, coming from nowhere. It didn’t slow down like it did in those dramatic movies, but my brain seemed to process what was happening way faster than the thing was flying at me.

            My improved, and still improving, reflexes snapped my hand out in front of me. Effortlessly, I poured my energy into my hand and with it came Purple. She snaked her way down my arm and encircled my wrist. I imagined a bubble of protection encircling me, but nothing happened until the dark shape slammed into an invisible round wall. The bottom half buckled. The top kept coming, but then smashed into the wall again.

            I took little notice of this all while I ran, my little, “wall,” not moving with me. The shadowed man was now rigging something to the center gazebo. When he eventually looked up and saw me running at him his eyes widen.

            The man kicks out at me but I grab his foot and do the classic twist-and-knock-face-first-into-the-dirt maneuver. I then straddled right under his arms while down on my knees. When I put my revolver to his head to keep him from fighting I hear,