The Spy

6

I sat on my bed with a blank expression. Did Mark really just pick me up bridal style and bring me home? I felt my face redden at the thought and had to shake my head to snap out of it. I needed to focus. He said it would get better... he promised it would get better but he doesn't know that it won't...

My breath hitched as I remembered those exact words. Those words that left a liars lips. Someone who promised to stay with me forever but tried to kill me when they found out I had powers. Someone who was meant to love me forever. I grabbed my head, trying to force back the horrid memories of that night. The night my life turned dark. The night everything went wrong.

~flashback time~

I ran through the front door and to my parents bedroom. I banged on the door only for it to turn to ash where my hands touched as shadows swirled around it. I screamed and jumped back, touching the wall behind me as I tripped.

"Séan sweetie. What's wrong?" I heard my mother call from the front door. I tried to call out for her but only a sob left my lips. I felt tears run down my face as I looked at the dark swirling patterns covering the wall.

"Séan?" My mother asked, her voice shaking as she looked at me with wide eyes.

"I-I d-didn't m-mean to h-hurt him... h-he tried t-to hurt me," I sobbed out as the darkness spread. It was only a faint greyish black colour but it looked terrifying to me.

"What are you?" My mother whispered out, fear in her eyes. Was she afraid of.... me?

"Help me!" I sobbed out but she took a step back, disgust covering her face.

"YOU FREAK!" She screamed, throwing a sharp knife at me. It hit my shoulder and I cried out in pain, blood trailing down my arm.

"HONEY WHAT'S WRONG?!" My father's voice came from around the hall. He ran into sight and once he saw me his face became twisted with anger. "Ugh! Our son is one of those freaks!"

I felt hurt, not just from the knife in my shoulder but from the words they were using. I didn't know what was happening to me. I didn't know why the shadows were following me.

"P-please," I choked out as my father stomped towards me. He grabbed my arm, yanking me up and causing the knife to dig deeper into my shoulder. He grabbed the blade and tore it out, raising it to stab me once more.

But before the blade could touch me something inside me snapped. I narrowed my eyes at him and thick shadows surrounded his figure. He let out a scream in shock before I felt his grip vanish from me. I fell to the ground but it wasn't over yet. The blade dropped beside me and I glanced over to it before looking up at my terrified mother.

"What did you call me before?" I asked, picking up the knife and raising from the floor. She tried to run but her path was blocked by the dark swirling void and she had no escape.

"P-please! Let me go!" She cried out but I didn't listen.

"I recall it being something harsh and hurtful," I said, my voice dark and angry. She began to sob as she shook with fear, her eyes locked with mine.

"N-no!" She said, her voice weak from crying.

"What was it?" I asked, reaching her. She didn't say anything so I pressed the knife against her neck. "WHAT WAS IT!" I screamed in her face.

"A f-freak," she sobbed out, her eyes tightly closed.

"Yes. A freak... you shouldn't have done that," I said pressing the blade deeper into her skin before snapping out of my state and letting go of the handle. The blade stuck in her neck as the shadows vanished and I was left with the pale white walls and the pool of blood forming at my feet.

"W-what h-have I d-done?" I whispered before sirens rang out in the distance. I panicked and ran. I ran as fast as I could but the image of my bloody mother followed me as the darkness spread again. But I had no regrets. She didn't love me anymore. She deserved it. Just like my father did. They tried to kill me because I'm different.

~end flashback~

I gasped for air as I clutched my chest, a sharp pain traveling throughout my body. I closed my eyes as I focused on breathing in purple air, separating the colours and letting red air travel through my body while I breathed out blue air. It was a trick Ken had taught me to calm down. I couldn't let the darkness take over again.

As I focused on the colours more my mind travelled back to school and how I would get bullied for being afraid of killing people. A small smile formed on my lips as I thought about me now. I was the best assassin in the world and none of them could beat me. Scared of killing my ass.

"Jack?" I jumped at the sudden voice and glanced around the room, seeing nothing until my eyes landed on my laptop. I got up and opened it, seeing the glitching affect on the screen, meaning Cry had hacked it to talk to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, keeping my voice down in case Mark was here still but after a quick mind check I found he wasn't.

"You okay? You weren't responding for the last five minutes," Cry said worried.

"I'm fine, just a flashback," I said quietly.

"Parents?" He asked.

"Yeah," I sighed out. Cry knew about my flashbacks, the whole team did. I didn't get them as often anymore but they still cause my mind some stress and sometimes risked different missions.

"Did you do the air thing?" He asked and I confirmed I did. "Good. Cause we need to start the next step in the mission. The boss is getting impatient."

Well this is going to be fun...