An act in a moment can change the future; splitting alternate universes in which I was human, dead and worse my uncle's daughter.
Surrounded by flames of fire, he stared at me eyes scrutinized watching my movements like his prey. Behind laminated glass they stood tall, my Uncle observing and my Father smirking.
Sensing the wave of heat, my body ripples and changes into its metallic form of mercury. Parts drip from my skin to the floor, in tow the droplets move with my feet. I flip over the fire, body yearning for cold.
A buzzer sounds, emerging from the side wall is a magnet. Thinking fast, my body reforms to its humane state as I am halfway drawn to its poles.
I look up to the laminated glass, seeking permission to retire for the day. My father nods, a smile tugging at his lips. He looks to the side at his brother who quickly jots in his thesis.
'Just go' my father mouths and I exit through an emergency door of the battle realm.
I thread lightly through the hallway, my slender fingers tracing the surface of the cold walls. I enter my room; walls painted grey and outlined white, light blue furniture and purple sheets.
I jump face flat unto my bed, mustering its comfort and soft fluffy pillows.
His trek is light, knowing, and quiet. He treks in conscious silence towards Afra's room only to stand at its entrance.
Nobody's inside
Afra watches him move further into her room, she can feel the warmth that follows. 'Your one to play Afiee' he commends, a playful tone matching with the excitement in his eyes.
She retreats from her hiding spot, eyeing his back in confusion. 'I'm tired, and besides our training'. She indicates with a wave of a finger between the two of them. 'Is useless, I don't feel anything. No emotion, I can't give you what you want'
Anton's back remains facing her. He sucks in a harsh breath, pain tugging at his heart at the truth of her words. He quickly recovers with a small cough, a hand running through his dark bouncy curls.
He turns to face her. An optimistic vibe consumes him, acting on it. He pulls her closer by the hem of her T-shirt. Both their breaths fan the opposing as their eyes meet. Anton's eyes glimmer in delight
He leans in, placing a soft peck unto her soft pink lips. When his eyes flutter open, it meets the scowl on her face.
In an alternate universe, i would've enjoyed this
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My horizon #Wattys2017
Teen FictionLike all stories It began with numerous events that questioned your reality. I must warn you, this is nothing like you've ever read before. It's hot It's thrilling It's beautiful This is MY HORIZON
