Seeker

Capture

Anya

As far as I know, my time is limited. I don't have to be psychic to know this, I feel it. The way my blood is always boiling. The way the sparks flutter at my fingertips. This morning, holding the cold water faucet, the water was not icy as usual - it was piping hot.

It's getting out of control and I can feel it growing within me. My body heat increases by the minute, each time I inhale and exhale. Every second my heartbeats, I know my time is running out. My days are numbered. I don't know when but I know it's soon.

I walk faster with the hood over my face and my emerald green eyes covered by sunglasses. The further I am, the safer they are. If I had a car it would be faster but I don't. They need it more than I do. After all, it must be destroyed, I am a ticking time bomb.

I glanced over my shoulder. No one. I'm alone in the deserted street. But something tells me I'm being followed. I turn slowly, only attempting to assess the matter.

I'm alone. I'm getting paranoid. That's the only possible reason. I thought to myself as I moved faster. Feeling the tingling sensation start up again, but unlike before it's more furious. Like an itch, I can't resist.

The feeling of scratch is very much present. I want the fire to break through but I can't let it take.

I widen my strides, increasing the pace. The grip on my bag tightens. The soft purr of a car. I don't need to check that who it is to know I'm doomed.

If I could fly, I would. Suddenly regretting the fire that I was cursed with instead of flight. That would have been more convenient in cases like this.  I hear the purrs get closer, alerting me that danger was closer. I move faster. As I look forward, I see the bus lunge forward. NO. I had to make it.

The next step I took resulted in me sprinting. I had to get on that bus. It was the only thing that could keep me safe from them. But not from myself, unfortunately.

I'm so close to the bus now, my lungs can barely hold out. But I push myself more, going faster than I've ever run. I held the door just I was snatched from behind. Pulled away from my escape. I squirm in their grip in my body, shortly succeeding when my elbow collided with his jaw. I only managed to get a few feet away before I was ceased once more. But this time I hardly did anything since a hard material was banged on my skull.

I let myself slip into the darkness. I let the fiery hot wilderness consume me as I let go. Into the dark abyss. My dark hot abyss.

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I am silent as ever. Anya had been taken and I had simply watched. The Seer would surely have my head today. I hovered above the ground before critically analyzing the car. I placed my hand on the hood of the vehicle. Before stepping aside and letting them ride past me as I was invisible to human eyes.

Up until now, I had hope for this inferior species.  I always thought that maybe they'd see the error of their ways but I was wrong. I had forgotten I was once one as well. The way I envied something that was never mine, to begin with. But this was too much. Their thoughts seem to get nastier by the century.

No matter how long I worked among humans I still found them stupid and a disgrace. The thirst for knowledge was far too developed. If they didn't understand, they want to. Even the things that are far beyond their level.

I turn away from the house that belonged to Anya's parents. How would they take the news of their daughter disappearing ?? Now I really wondered.

I move away quietly as I contemplate how and why some things happen. It wasn't my job to ask questions. My job was to protect then the rest it's the fates that deal with it.

I let my feet touch the ground quietly, letting my coat meet the dust, my bare feet on the cool concrete pavement. I walk quietly waiting. The Seer would contact me usually, scold me then tell me to go save her. I knew my job well.

It had been imprinted onto my brain the day I died. When I woke again and a new name, in a strange place, and a new purpose. As if I never existed, to begin with, I didn't remember my old name, just the memories and numerous nicknames.

The Seer chose me and I died to do the miraculous task. I have been dead far too long, I know only my priorities and nothing other than that matters to me.

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