Solar

Chapter 16

We ended up in an alley. The day flew by. Luke when out to find some food since the food Rachael got us was at that house. Michael slept the whole day. I stared at the wall in front of me the whole day. I see them looking at me, thinking what to say. No one ever did say anything. The worst part about it was, it was my fault. I shouldn't of called her. These thought ran through my mind all day. I didn't even recognize. I'm paralyzed with guilt and sadness. How is John going to react. I did this for three days. Luke tipped of the police through a pay phone about the house. "She'll get a proper burial." He said. All I did was nod. There was major uproar from Rachael's death. When the police got there, they saw Chase and the rest of them leaving. They chased them, but they got away. Everyone knows it was a solar that did it. People are taking up arms and the police are being more aggressive in their search for solars. People are getting forced out of their homes and treated. They haven't found a cure, yet. Luke comes back with food and more news everyday. "It's getting bad out there. There have been shootings. Solars getting killed. That means Aras is going to be more aggressive." Luke says. People put in their comments, but I zone them out. I haven't talked since she died. At one point I doubted I ever would again. One day Luke came back with a different report. "Rachael's memorial is today." He says. "When?" I ask quietly. My voice is hoarse coming out. "2:00. He answers. I look at my watch, 12:56. I get up and start walking. "You can't go. Their hunting solars. You'll likely get shot." Luke says. "Let them try." I say. "You know John is going to be there. What then?" He asks. "I make things right." I say and the. Walk off. He didn't say anything after that.

I stand at a distance as Rachael's memorial happens. There is a huge crowd. I can hear every word. My heart feels cold. Ironic, huh. At the end. The crowd disperses. Rachael's mom still there crying. I wince. John is there. He looks back. Strait at me. I turn to leave, but he's in front of me in a blink. He grabs me by my jacket and slams me into the nearest car. "You had something to do with this didn't you?" He yells. "I'm sorry John." Is all I say. "I knew it. You just had to do it. Why couldn't you keep her out of it. She's dead because of you!" He screams. "She was helping us. Because she is a good person John. I know I shouldn't have got her into this, but I did and I'm sorry. I'm sorry ok, there is nothing you can say to me that I have already said to myself." I say. "You know what, your probably right. I don't want to know how she died. Because I'm sure it was bad. That's between you and your terrorist group of yours." He said through gritted teeth. "Look John I am sorry about for what I have done to you. I never meant to hurt you. I didn't know that would happen to your father." I apologize. "You were there when the news reporter said it was infectious." He says. He releases me and I fall to the asphalt. "I know, I guess I didn't want to let go. Of that life. John if I could change that day 2 years ago I would. I didn't ask for this. Take me to those scientist have them cure me or something." I plead. "No this is what you get. You get to suffer with this. This is your reminder or what you did to me dad and to Rachael. Goodbye Sam." He says and then walks away. I sit there and cry. How has my life gone so terribly. I look down at my hands and start shaking uncontrollably. Anger boils up down inside me. Anger comes up that I didn't even know I had. My hands glow and that makes me even more angry. The power has ruined my life. It gets to a point to where my eyes are on fire. Fire comes out of me uncontrollably. Lincoln runs up. "Sam get a hold of yourself!" He yells. He grabs hold of me and I start crying, but it just turns to steam. I can't stop it. I can't get a grip. Lincoln realizes this and says, "Sorry about this, but if this keeps going we're both blowing up." Then he punches me. I go unconscious.

I wake up in pain. I groan. "Your awake, sorry about that." Lincoln says. "How did you find me?" I ask. "Luke asked me to trail you. You weren't yourself." Lincoln says. "Right." I say. I touch my face and it hurts immediately. "How hard did you punch me?" I ask. "Your nose isn't broken, that's all that matters." Lincoln says. "I heard that conversation with John. Did you really mean that, about taking your powers away?" Lincoln asks. I look up at him. "Yes." I say. He nods. Surprised look on his face. "What?" I ask. "Your view of your powers is so negative." He says. "Well judging on the fact that it has gotten two people killed and ruined my life, not to mention the source or that power killed my parents. So I have the right to be negative." I say bluntly. "Your power is a gift. A chance to make a difference. It is a balance between good and evil. There is so much evil out there, you are the balancer. Your powers can be beautiful, if you let them." He says. "How?" I ask. "You need concentration, silence. To picture it. Picture something beautiful. Like I make sculptures out of metal. Statues. You just have to find the way your gift is beautiful." He explains.