Alone

Chapter 4-Attempted Murder

I put the letter next to me on the bed and tried to process it all. I went to pick it back up and re-read it when Mr. Chlome walked in. I saw his jet black eyes go from my face, to my hand, to the letter, and back to where they started. His lips began to curl up at the edges into an evil sneer. He began to reach for my shoulder, or so I though. Instead he lunged at me and grabbed my neck with both hands.

"Now that you know about your father, I'll tell you what I know," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my neck, "I killed your mother, and tricked your father! You were supposed to become my loyal son and help me destroy your father once and for all, but I'll just find someone else since you know he actually is your father."

I tried to break free, but his hold was too strong. I reached out and grabbed his neck, and squeezed as hard as I could, but he simply laughed at my attempt. He was slowly squeezing the life out of me, and if I didn't do something soon, I would be dead. I began to stare into the deep abyss of his eyes. I focused all my anger on him and suddenly felt my eyes heating. My left eye, the blue one, began to glow very brightly blinding him, and causing him to loosen his hold. My right eye, the gray one, shot out a laser-like beam that burned his face. He stumbled backwards and grabbed his face. I lay on my bed, helplessly watching him regain his balance while I caught my breath. Weak and tired, he ran out of the room as fast as he could.

I looked in the mirror for the first time in a decade, seeing what damage he had done. My shaggy, black hair was wet with sweat, my eyes looked normal now besides them being different colors. I measured to be five feet, ten inches last week at the doctors, and had broad shoulders and a muscular frame. My sharp jawline was scattered with bruises and my "perfectly chiseled lips," as the girl across the hallway had said, were beginning to bleed. The sweat in my hair dripped down my face as I felt the full impact of the fight. It wasn't until then that it struck me, Mr. Chlome had not only attempted to murder me but had murdered my mother and captured my father. I ran to my bed and grabbed the letter. After shoving it into my bag, I ran to the window and yanked it open. I jumped out, leaving everything I had ever known, behind me. And realizing that my life had just changed forever.