We followed the old man and the moving crowd, men clad in black suits and briefcases rushing passed us and women in similar clothing following suit. Many times did the old man’s figure disappear from view, before reappearing on the other side of the street, then beckoning us over to him. But, something scared me. Those two guys on the other side of the road waiting to cross the road scared me. They both stared at me intently; their gazes boring into my eyes with something that looked like anger, yet their faces were impassive. The signal came to cross the road, and they came closer, before I saw their gaze shift to Michaela and in a flash, an arm reached out, grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from me. I felt her grip loosen as her hand left mine, leaving it cold and lonely. I heard a small gasp escape her lips before a hand was clamped over her mouth, muffling her cry. Then they disappeared into the crowd. But I was not going to let them go, oh no. I charged through the crowd of people, trying to follow their path, turning corners when I heard struggling. I had long ago lost sight of the old man and the crowded streets. I was now desperately looking around for any sign of Michaela or the two kidnappers, before I heard a scream, a deep grunt, and a door slamming shut coming from around the corner. I rushed forwards, hoping to see her. But I was greeted with a wall and empty space. Nothing was here, just a dustbin and some scattered leaves. My heart sank. I slumped backwards, depressed and out of breath from all the running. Then I found it, the metal door was behind my back - I must have missed it when I ran around the corner. A spark of hope threw my heart back upwards, and I tried pulling the door open. It didn’t budge. I tried pushing it, and the result was the same. I tried a second and third time with all my strength, but it was clear that the door could not be opened. The hope that I once had dissolved into a pool of anger which was brewing inside of me. I could feel the anger in my veins as the blood rushed through me. Shit! They’ve taken her! I thought, smashing a fist down on the door in an attempt to release some of my anger. Then, something miraculous happened. My fist went straight through the door. Something clicked inside of me, and I automatically felt power surge through me. I was drenched in that feeling as I hands gripped the hole I had made and I felt my muscles flex as I pulled. After a few pulls, the door gave way and I stumbled backwards, the door laying on top of me. I pushed it aside to face a dark room. I stepped inside of it and suddenly, I felt something hard smash my head and I fell down, unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in a warehouse of sorts. Crates were stacked everywhere, containers lined the walls. I was sitting in a chair, a rope tying me to it. I looked around. There were many hooded men standing around me.
“Who are you?” came a deep voice, breaking the silence.
“How can you ask me who I am when you haven’t introduced yourself to me. Who are you?” I spat back.
The men chuckled. “I see you do not know who you are dealing with.” He stepped forwards, and recognition clicked in my mind.
“You!” I shouted, lunging forwards. I could hear the rope break and the chair fall over.
“Put him down,” came the firm order from the deep voice, and a hand grabbed me by the neck and pushed me back down onto the chair. Two arms pinned me down onto the chair, but I was still fuming. Blood rushed through my veins, my heart beat ferociously. “Where’s Michaela? Where is she? What have you done with her?” I shouted out the questions as they came rushing out one after another, but I was only answered with a laugh from the guy in front of me, who I assumed was the leader.
“Get off of me before I beat you up!” I said to the guys behind me. They wasn’t expecting this, so I took this opportunity. I jerked my arm backwards, my elbow connecting with someone’s jaw. He released his grip on me, and I swung a fist round to meet the other guy in his face. His grip also loosened, and I was free once again. Anger burned through my veins, through my muscles as I kicked and punched the hooded men. They crumbled to the floor, bent double and struggling to breath. Finally, there was two remaining. One was shorter, slimmer, and muscular all the same. He had black hair which contrasted with his tanned skin. His dark eyes looked at mine and a smirk played on his lips. Then he came forwards, fast. He stuck his leg out and skidded to a halt, before throwing a fist straight at my face. It connected and I felt a sharp pain run up my head. He had busted my lip, blood dripping onto my chest. I stood up and he came again, but this time I was ready. I positioned myself, with one leg behind the other, and when he got close I swung it upwards, knocking him into the air. As he came down, I dashed forwards, a fist raised in the air which came down hard on his stomach. He crashed to the floor, groaning.
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Superbeing
AdventureA young boy. Lost in the world, his future is unsure. On his journey, he will find out who, or what he really is, and control his inner power.
