The Truth

Chapter 7

-Jack-

     "Do you know how much I love you?" I hear Blake whisper to Cindy. Even though they're facing away from me I can imagine her smiling.

     "How much?" she whispers back.

     "Imagine all the stars in the universe, and mulitply that by 100 trillion." he says and she laughs. I roll my eyes and wish he would keep his stupid mouth shut. I stop for a moment, letting them walk.

      I should just leave now. I think. They won't turn around and notice me missing for a long time. I think.

      "Hey!!" I hear a familiar voice behind me and whirl around. Standing a few feet away from me holding a large, lethal looking knife is a man with a scar running down his jaw. "Thought you could run, boy?" he growls, coming closer. Fear grips me and I freeze. I know I should run but it's suddenly become impossible. I mean to say something brave or fearless, but instead I whimper.

     "Don't worry, I'll make this quick." he says, tossing the knife and catching the blade perfectly in between his fingers. I shudder and find myself able to move. Taking a few tentative steps back, I trip on a loose piece of sidewalk and fall on my butt. Of course, I think.

     "Is there a problem here?" Blake comes up from behind me but I see his face drain of color when he sees the knife.

     "This kid here's the only one I need. You run along now before I hurt this pretty little girl here." he gestures to Cindy and I feel anger overpower my fear. Blake holds out a hand and helps me up. The man throws the knife and we duck. It flies towards Cindy and when she dives aside, it slices her arm open. She screams and without thinking I electocute the man. The surprise in his eyes is evident that he wasn't expecting he'd be up against a fully trained wizard and two amateurs.

     He falls to the ground, convulsing terribly. Eventually he falls unconscious. Blake runs over to tend to Cindy and I walk calmly over to the man, trying my best to keep the memories of my past at bay. Don't think about it. I command myself, and thankfully it works.

    Kicking him over, I reach into his back pocket, pulling out an envelope full of drug money.

     "Have fun waking up with a migraine, boy." I sneer at his passed out body. Kicking him in the head once more I mutter, "That was for hurting her." and walk away with the money in hand.