The Contamination

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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Zaria's P.O.V.

            "Zaria, Zaria, wake -up." I felt James' large hands shaking my shoulders. "Babe..."

            I mentally rolled my eyes at the endearment and said, "James, I'm awake," so remove your hands," and my name is Zaria, zsar-ree-ah, got it? Great."

            I had meet James at a bar on the 8th anniversary of his father's death, he was picking a fight with everyone around him, and winning. At least he was until he picked a fight with one of Dhon's friends, and Dhon happened to be at the bar too.

            Let's just say the odds were not in James' favour. The odds were never in anyone's favour when they were up against Dhon. My uncle is an amazing fighter, he was training our revolution's troops, the troops he was supposed to lead and now I'm responsible for them instead. How am I going to do it, my mind wondered.

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            Bringing my thoughts back to the night eleven years ago, I was wearing my usual black pants and t-shirt ensemble and had let my curly dark brown hair down. James was wearing a silver pant suit and drinking the strongest stuff the bartender had as well as taking Eupho shots. The shots gave him a false sense of euphoria and confidence. The combination of shots, alcohol and emotions made him want to fight with everyone.

            I saw him fight twice that night, first against a big burly guy, then him against three security guards. He whooped their asses!! I admired his technique, his strength, everything about him was so amazing.

             One of Dhon's friends, Jaque, told James that he might have had enough to drink and his father was probably worried sick about him, so maybe he should head home. James took his glass filled with the luminous silver drink and bashed it against Jaque's head.

            Dhon grabbed James by his black lapels and pelted him across the room, I raced over to him and threw myself over James, knowing that Dhon would never hurt me. Dhon had stomped across the bar and was fuming, his face red and all of the veins from his neck to the top of his head looked like they were going to burst.

            He stood over us  hissed, "Get out of my way girl!"

            I stared up at him and said, "I feel an unbearable sadness in him, he's depressed and acted without thought or intent, let him go, please."

            "Is he remorseful?" My uncle asked.

            Reaching out my metaphysical powers again I felt that James could emit no other emotion but sadness, it was so overwhelmingly great that it smothered everything else.

            I told my Uncle what I felt and something shifted in his gold flecked, silver eyes. He pitied the boy and wondered what the teenager had suffered that brought this depression. Uncle turned around and leaving us alone except for a dozen pairs of customer's eyes focused on us.

            "You wanna get out of here?" I asked James without turning around out face him.

            "You feel emotions...what are you?" He asked.

            "Do you wanna go outside or would you prefer to continue being tonight's entertainment?" I said annoyed.

            We finally went outside and talked about why he was at the bar getting drunk, his parents' death, we even spoke about both of our lives presently. I usually don't even tell people my real name, much less the fact that mother committed suicide after my father died in the same war as his father had died.