Mortal

Chapter Two

People wasting air, screaming. Objects floating in place. Desks oddly stuck to the ground. I had a fire extinguisher to break the glass. Everybody got the gist of what I wanted to do. They moved back and I had a clear path to smash the window open. I struck the glass pane with the red metal and it shot a web-like crack in it. It was only after the extinguisher made contact with the window again that I saw a student in my peripherals. The student being one of my best friends, Cam. Her silky black hair moving with the waves of the water. I struck the window when I looked over my shoulder and saw Cam, behind me and trying to help. It only got worse. The water splashed outside the 5-story drop. Cam and I were being sucked in through the window. I held on with one hand while I braced my other hand to catch Cam. She fell into place of my hand and held on tightly. The water drained on us and pushed us down and out of the window, but I held on with my now bloody hand. It was then that I realized I wasn't as strong as I was. It hurt to hold Cam, it was torture. But I couldn't just let her die. The water stopped and people rushed over to the window to help her and me. "Get her up first!" I yelled. "Make sure she's safe!" I grunted as I lifted her up with my one arm and set her in the hands of students. They pulled her up and got her a safe distance from the window. It took all my strength to get my other hand up to the ledge of the window. "Okay, help me now!" I looked up and I saw people's backs toward me moving away to the other wall. "What're u doing?!" I yelled. A man walked up to the ledge and stared at my bleeding hands. "Well, well, well," he said, in a sinister tone, "the legendary Jase Van Hitchrow, saving the day!" I was confused. "Look I think you got the wrong guy. Please, help me up, my hands are getting stabbed by glass." He clicked his tongue a few times. "No, I don't 'have the wrong guy.' You see, I'm from the future, kid. You don't know the half of what I'm fighting for." I needed to get up. "Look," I said in a begging tone, "I'm just a kid. I don't want to die, not today." He lunged forward and pushed my hands down. "That's your problem to deal with, not mine!" His anger was lashed out at that moment and there was nothing to hide it. "I've witnessed my own death a hundred times, I put it on repeat. I was always thinking of how I could stop that from happening, then it clicked. YOU were the one blasting me with whatever your power was, YOU were the one that pulled the trigger, YOU WERE THE ONE THAT KILLED YOUR BEST FRIEND! And now, I'm getting my revenge, and you will never be able to kill me. You know why?" He paused and looked at me. "DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHY?!" Another burst of rage. But after, he smiled and looked at me with his deadly stare. "Because you will already be dead." He clenched my hands and ripped them off the glass-covered ledge. He threw them up and out the window, sending me into a free fall. It was only after the blackness of death consumed me that all my hope had been lost.