Fire Star (a Merome story)

{chapter ten} crater

TY'S POV 

The last thing I remember was leaving the cops and robbers server and seeing the chaos outside. I heard a voice.

"Run little boy..."

Then an invisible force was strangling me and I set fire and passed out.

"Where is he? You either tell me or we do it the hard way and I find him and kill him anyway."

My lungs gasped for air, "I swear on almighty god, I don't know where he is."

"I am god." My captor says.

An excruciating pain sears through my leg.

"Ok! I thought he was dead! I mean-"

I am now hanging upside down and the emotionless wizard smiles at me.

"You have 10 seconds to tell me what I need to know before I crush your skull into more pieces that even exist."

I truly didn't know and was scared as hell.

SETO'S POV

I knew he would come, it would be his freak instincts to try to do the impossible. He had always been my enemy. Nearly kicking me out of Team Crafted. Manipulating the team to feel sorry for him. Well they were about to feel very sorry in a minute.

My aim was to toy with him until his time ran out and he pleaded for mercy. Defeat somebody who could burn me just by blinking. I knew his powers were more than that. More than fire, more than burning. The book had said so. The Fire Star will rise, it had said. And change the whole of time.

In a millisecond his silhouette appears over the horizon, his pose looks confident. I teleport to him.

"Well, how predictable. If anything, I should thank you for dying and being utterly powerless but I have other things to do."

He raises an eyebrow and laughs.

"I'm not afraid of you." He says though his stance indicates differently.

I stare him in the eye and snigger.

"I could crush every single bone in your body within a quarter of a second and you would still be a defenceless freak. I'm basically a god."

"You could destroy the whole world. I won't let you"

We are still centimetres from each other's face and staring each other in the eyes.

"You wanna try me?"

"Bring. It." 

He says.

MITCH'S POV

I may or may not have made the biggest mistake of my life. I am not afraid about what will happen to me but what would happen to the entire civilisation of the planet. Oops.

A meteor crashes in front of me and I skid haphazardly backwards safely onto solid ground. Several explosions blow up in front of me and I run left. A mob of creepers spawn, I run up some of the rubble and throw myself over the crowd before they explode. My head starts to spin and I know he is messing with my mind so I use the rest of my bodily strength to land right into the explosion so it will blow me away to a safer place. I land on my feet and jump in time as another massive explosion shatters my eardrums, he is obviously enjoying this too much. 

"This all you got?" I challenge him, trying to keep the wobble out of my voice.

"I'm impressed." He sneers. "But that was easy mode."

A high-pitched noise fills my head and I cover my ears and close my eyes as I freeze in place.

SKY'S POV

I don't even know why Seto needed us. The wizard has disappeared from his house and Jerome has gone completely AWOL too. All that is left is a small piece of paper with the same distinctive smear of purple blood I had seen on Mitch laid out on the table. It must be a potion ingredient or something.

I am tired. It seems like hours since I woke up after being mercilessly dragged at 90 miles an hour. Jason is talking about bats and I am huddled against a wall.


BOOM! 

TNT falls from the sky in the distance and my arms grip on to Jason. He turns and looks at me and suddenly, I can feel the presence of something big nearby. A new life form is nearby, the contents of its mind are memories of the wizard I know only as Seto. Did he succeed? If so that can only mean one thing... Mitch is alive?

CAPTAINSPARKLEZ'S POV

Crap. Ryan had gone and the city was deserted, the only sound you could hear was cries for help spread amongst the remains. But you just knew that you couldn't help them. What use was my power? Spawning in creepers? Seriously, it was lame compared to talking to the dead. An explosion earlier had caused a tremor and I was sheltering under some rock. The shadow of a person rose up from the middle of the square, he yawned, stood up and strided confidently toward the TNT crater. Nervously, I emerged from my hiding place and began to follow him across the plaza.