Run From The Darkness

Showing His Face

Everyone else had fallen asleep hours ago. Not me; I haven't been able to. I know we won't be killing real people, but something about fighting, in general, makes me mad. I get why people do cage fights and stuff, but real life fights? There is no point to it all. Even the war to kick out the normals was useless. The people who started the war all died. They died for nothing and didn't even get what they were fighting for. Not to mention the fact that their cause was selfish and mean. It is like saying that water is better than fire; it just doesn't make sense.

As these thoughts cross my mind the storm intensifies. The rain that, just five minutes ago, was a sprinkle on the stones we sleep under now is a raging storm. The sound of rain hitting stone hurts my ears. It's sound cuts through my thoughts like a knife through butter. It is almost impossible to think of anything else but the clash of those elements. I closed my eyes and focused on the space around our stone hut and pulsed all the water away. It helped my headache a little, but it still hurt to think.

A flash of a young child pops into my mind. I think harder about the boy to distract me from my screaming headache. The thoughts just intensify the pain. It is a memory of two young children. I can't quite remember their names, but I know I attended school with them. It was in our first element control and self-defense class. One of the children was playing with a puppet. The little person was walking and pretending to fight. There were no strings, but that is because the little boy control the earth; that was his element. The other child was a girl, about the same age as the boy. She was staring at him with a longing look.

All of a sudden the little man picked up a stick and swung it around like a sword. He ran over to the girl and started chasing her. She ran and screamed, but the little man just kept chasing her. Finally, she came to the boy and he held her in his arms, laughing as his little man
crumpled to the ground.

Suddenly the image disappears with the crack of lightning coming from no more than 5 yards away. The boy's face was burned into my eyes. I know that boy. Who was that? Why does he look so familiar? I know him now, I just don't know from where.

just as that thought crosses my mind I hear footsteps; what feels and sounds like hundreds of them. as quick as I can, I run to the others and shake them into consciousness. Hearing the thunder of boots against gravel, everyone joins at the opening of the makeshift tent to see what is coming. Not 200 yards away stood a giant mob of people coming toward us. they all seem to have weapons of some sort in their hands or draped over their shoulders.

Moriya confirmed that the man standing in front of everyone was, indeed Mr. mannequin. he wore a tan suit with a blue shirt and a necklace with a platinum pendant. he seemed confident as he took slow strides toward the group. As he drew nearer to us, we took defensive stances and prepared to protect ourselves.

"What do you want?" I called out as he got near enough to pay mind to the words I spoke.

"Come now. Not even a hello to a new friend?" he asked with a sly smile on his face. That face. The face I had remembered moments ago. It was now wrinkled with age or stress and had a scar across his left eye that resembled a boomerang, but it was definitely the same face.

"what makes you so sure that these are friendly faces you see?" asked Rodwan, getting involved for no apparent reason. he seemed to enjoy the conflict, like he lived for it; like it was the one thing he looked for on long days like these. it seemed to give him pleasure.

"Your friend here just gave me a rock worth thousands of cub just days ago. Do you not remember me?" He asked. "All of you but Dom stepped over me like a piece of trash. Every single one of you looked the other way, while Dom did the right thing and helped a poor old man. I must say, I'm gonna regret killing you, but it's what I was paid to do."

"What? Who paid you?" I asked. Who would want me dead so bad that they would pay someone to do it? Who would want me dead at all? As far I know, no one even holds a grudge against me.

"Enough talking boy. I came here to fight, now let's fight." He yelled with a slight smirk on his face. He was looking forward to this fight. And to tell you the truth, at this point so was I. I had been having these visions for a reason, and at that moment, I knew what the reason was. I needed to make the same sacrifice that man had. I needed to help my friends get away safe, no matter what the cost.

I turned around and locked eyes with Fodjour. "You need to run" I said. " take everyone and leave. I've got this handled." Without a second thought I turned around and charged at the crowd of people. I needed to get as close to the center of the crowd as possible. That was the most likely plan to win this battle.

I was poked and shot at. Some people used powers against me, but I kept running. I felt a tug in my gut and saw stones start to spin around me like they did so many years ago. I had unconsciously called the earth to my command and it had listened.

After what felt like 5 minuets of running and jumping over people, I found myself equally surrounded on all sides. I had made it as close to the middle of the crowd as I would get. If I was gonna do this, now was as good a time as any. I put all my will power and focus into activating all my powers at once.

At first nothing happened, but after a few seconds water started collecting out of the air and swirling around me with the rocks. The fire from someone's torch joined the party, and then a ripping wind rocked the air. I could feel it pulling at my clothes and flesh. This was by far the strongest wind I had ever conjured. After about 30 seconds of agonizing pain and the screaming of who, I couldn't tell you, blackness crept into the corners of my eyes and I slowly faded into a deep sleep.