To Imagine...

Imagine Six: Prison

"Go through, come on! They're right behind us!" I shoved Zack ahead of me, forcing him to climb the piles of rubble that blocked the entrance to another room. "Zack!"

My mind was in a haze; were they coming? Yet my thoughts were suddenly broken when a peculiar creature jumped from the rubble that was strewn everywhere: fallen beans, broken wall, electrical wires. The works. The feline was patched white and a strange blue color, and slinked across one of the fallen beams as I watched it move, until I heard Zack shout at me from the other side of the rubble.

"Come on! Now!" I wasted no time, hurling myself ontop of the pile of rubble, climbing to the top. That cat scared the hell out of me, and for all I knew, it was dangerous, too. What here wasn't?

As I just slipped through the top into the other room, I heard shouting behind me. Adreneline pounded against my skin all over again, and I nearly fell getting down the other side of the rubble in my haste.

"Go, go, go!" I ran straight past Zack who had been waiting for me, but he passed me up again in seconds as we ran across the large room. I heard clamboring, and glancing behind me, a man only slightly bigger than Zack, who was bigger than me, was running towards us.

"Lightning!" I shouted, turning my body to face the man and pointing my hands at him. What was going on? Should this work? Where was my power?

"Fire!" I shouted again, and just as the man was about to tackle me, a burst of flames shot from my fingertips, slamming into the man's chest. He levelled flat.

Backing away from the man, I turned back to Zack, whom I expected to be out of the room by then, but he was standing right there behind me. He backed up with me, and we watched as the man got up and my Lightning spell that I had over-shot came up behind him, striking him in the back. His body convulsed and he collapsed forwards this time. I shot forwards to him, half-kneeling right next to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder, planning on looting the man, when he started voluntarily moving.

"Lighting!" I shrieked, and was relieved to see when the power travelled straight from my fingertips in to his body, sending him spasming until he lay on his back, eyes rolled back until they were merely white.

His irises started to roll back to where they should have been and I panicked, placing both hands on his chest and screaming, "Lightning!". I waited a moment, and then said it again, yet he still tried to move.

"Lightning!" I screamed, one last time, eyes squeezed shut with concentration of power. When I opened my eyes again, he was motionless, and I saw the white and blue cat mingling among the rubble around us. I stood and ran, no questions asked.

"Zack!" I called, just to make sure he was following me. After that, the shock running through my veins of what I had done and what needed to be done overtook me. I remember running through rubble-filled room after room, going through doors and that god-forsaken cat always following me, chasing after me. It might have even attacked me once, but I couldn't know. I lost Zack somewhere along the way, but I knew I had no choice but to get back to where we were going. If he was going to be there, I had no reason to stay here. It was our meeting point, always.

When I crashed into the room, the cat right at my heels, I was so panicked I wanted to cry-- and almost did. I remember, I had fed it something earlier when it had been following me-- a black, shallow cup-shaped thing that was about the size and depth of a Reece's peanut butter cup, made of plastic that had protrusions on two sides that were meant to be used as handles. They had a technology property to them that made no sense to me-- and why the cat ate it, I never want to know.

"Do you have more?" I looked to the cat, wide eyed. It had just fucking spoke. 

I ran to the biggest pile of rubble in the room that was made out of the carcass of something that had probably been a car in its prime. The cat was following me, heavy breathing and drool from its lips. Lots of drool, that only multiplied in quantity as it jumped up the rubble to see what I was doing. There was a bucket-shaped indent in the rubble of the car, where I sometimes stored things. I pulled out something small, silver, and blue. A fully-functional flash drive.