A Drop of Purple

Chapter 19 - It's more of a homeless shelter

It's more of a homeless shelter - Chapter 19

Pain erupted all over my body. I tried to open my eyes but they stung, so did my scalp. I rolled around on some kind of concrete and the pain slowly subsided.

Suddenly I realised; I was moving my body. I had control over it. The pain didn't matter any more. I smiled and experienced the joy of movement for the second time. My eyes slowly opened. Sensitive to light and full of tears everything was blurry, still I looked down at my hands little bits of gravel embedded in them, smiling at the way I could move my fingers.

I wiped the tears from my extremely sensitive eyes. The train station.

And leaning against the wall was Archer. Back in his own body. I jumped back which caused searing pain all over my body.

He smiled at me "yeah you're not escaping, I'm hungry."

I tried to scream, I really did but all that came out was a choked little shriek that I thought no one could hear. He loomed toward me like the shadow of a monster. My limbs flailed over the concrete, desperate to get away.

The silver dagger shone deviously in the dim sunset light. He brought it up as he stood over me. I cowered, lifting my arms to protect myself. The dagger swooped down and down.... And down. Right through me.

My powers that was it. They would help me escape him. He lunged forward to grab me but ended up passing right through me. I gingerly activated my flying powers. I could only manage to hover slightly above the ground.

"No you don't," Archer howled the skin around his mouth peeling back to show rows and rows of razor teeth. He thrust the dagger through me again and again. I willed myself to fly higher, to activate my invisibility. Whatever was restricting my movement and causing my body such agony also was an affliction on my powers.

I wasn't getting anywhere anytime soon and it was likely that this slipping ability wouldn't last very long under the affliction. I stretched my arm out pain shimmered along the length of it but still I reached out to grab the dagger. To my despair my fingers slipped right through it like they would anything else even though I wanted to hold it.

Archer chuckled down at me "You're going to have to turn that off at some point."

I drew back my hand and he plunged the dagger through me.

There had to be a way. I was a mere half a metre off the ground, my feet still tucked underneath me, my body in a sort of sitting position mid air. Archer kicked through me.

That was it. With as much force as I could muster I kicked the ground. Just enough force to send me another metre into the air. I looked down on Archer as he swung his dagger repeatedly through my hips.

I thrust myself towards him, a movement that hurt all over. But I passed through him and turned that power off just long enough to kick him on the back of the neck. Though I couldn't manage that much force it was still a powerful spot and he stumbled forwards. It also propelled me forward.

Despite the pain I smiled for being able to land a hit. However to my despair he twisted and my ankle was in his grasp. The power wouldn't turn back on and soon there was a dagger lodged in my ankle. My blood splattered on the concrete and I fell face first. My foot still being held my him my face scraped the bloody concrete.

Adrenaline pumped through my body and my vision clouded with that trauma.

My arms flopped uselessly beside me and I started ahead at the train tracks, truly believing it would be the last thing I ever saw.

"Oi!"

I was thrown to the ground, my neck didn't take that too kindly but I could still feel the pain that gathered from all over my body. The likely fractures didn't matter because there he was.