The trees morphed into a blur as I sprinted pass, the detail of the bark becoming non-existent. The roots grasping through the ground trying to drag me down to the muddy earth. The rays of moonlight creeping between the mixed colours of autumn leaves, the rays of sunlight held in the pursuers hands as they control the suns light, moving it across the stalks of trees mixing it with the fading moonlight. The shouting of men becoming whispers of animals as I pull away.
I kept running until I found a small cave, hoping to hide I crawled into the blanket of darkness letting it surround me as I drift off to sleep.
"Its amazing how quickly people can change in a moment". I whisper, the last thing I hear. After all that has happened. How did I end up here?
When I was fourteen years old, I was teased, bullied, and abused, but one day they went too far. My anger built as each drop of a red paint like liquid dripped down my arm, slowly running away from the monster that it once resided in. People would say having a supernatural power would be a gift – but what do they know? – to me it was a nightmare. I was a monster living within the human race, well thats what people said I was, and I believed it!
I first discovered my so called 'gift' when I was attacked by a group of teenagers two years older than me. They punched and kicked leaving bruises the size of mountains. I lay there wishing for it to end when one pulled out a pocket knife and lunged for my nearly lifeless body. The blade repeatedly entered my body, from my arms to my legs. I crushed my eyes closed wishing for it to end, for them to feel the pain that they have inflicted on me. When suddenly the impalements stopped. The voices vanished and all the sound that was left was a quick flash of blade tearing skin and a thud as something fell to the floor. Slowly, I cautiously blinked my eyes open and what I saw scared me
My tormentors were lay on the floor, their lifeless bodies laying cold on the ground. A glimmer of light sparkled in the corner of my eye, repeatedly. I looked over and saw the knife that was one held in the hands of a now lifeless body was...floating? It started to slowly spin around me like a horse goes around a carousel. When suddenly a scream entered he dark alleyway that I was standing in.
A terrified scream. That one sound from one person is how I am here now, in this cave. The screams got louder slowly turning into shouts as I shot my eyes open from my nightmare state. The shouts turned into whispers that barely carried in the wind as they slowly approached my hiding home.
Scrambling to my feet I stalked further into the cave hunting for a way out. As I moved my past continued to linger on my mind.
As the scream filled the night I ran. I dont know why but I did. Less than a day later I was being hunted like an animal. The evil whispers of what had happened, the lies that it was a murderous bloodbath, no reason behind the killings. Ha, little do they know. There was also a rumour that I killed them without even touching the knife – they said I have telekinesis (power to move objects with the mind) – they say I shouldnt have this 'gift'. They didnt know the rumour was true, but for me it was far from a gift.
Over the years that I ran I learned how to control the power, but no one would listen, no one believed that I didnt mean to kill, that it was self-defence, so I ran and I continued to run for two years – Im sixteen now – I attempted to come out again but this time they were ready. As I crept out of the forest they fired. Fired? Why did they have guns? I dont know but I ran and hey chased. In a giant game of cat and mice to the present.
I moved further but could find no escape except a crack in the wall in which I could hide. As I maneuvered through, the blade like rocks impaled my back and stomach. Then something gripped my arm, its grip tightened in desperation to not allow me escape. I was dragged out. One question reverberated through my mind. "This is it, will this be the end?".
My name is Marcus Williams. I know it a bit late for introductions, but this is the end. Not just my future but also my present and past. The last evidence of my life and my innocence locked in this story. The only part of me that is allowed to roam free, when I am locked in a cell, underground in a place I wish I wasnt.
