Superbeing

Chapter 10 - Spark of Fire

Quiet descended into the room as everybody absorbed the information that was given to us. Myself and Michaela were given our first assignments as soon as we joined the gang. The idea seemed ridiculous to me. i began to wonder what Jermaine would need the drugs for before a voice called out to me. 

"Lee." It was Daniel. His deep voice reverberated through the silence and startled me. He stood up and made for the door. "Come with me. I need to show you something." I followed him out of the room, noticing the questioning glance from Michaela. We went through a corridor then down a set of stairs which led to the large hall which was always packed with gang members, some brawling and some gambling in the corners. Passing almost unnoticed behind them, we went through another doorway and through another corridor into a large, empty room. Containers and crates lined the walls, leaving a large square area of concrete floor. Our footsteps echoed and I recognised this place as the first place I met Daniel and Rico. Daniel pulled over two crates and we sat down, facing each other. 

"So, you know that we have an assignment, yes?" asked Daniel. His deep voice bounced off the walls in an intimidating fashion. 

"Yeah, I know."

"The first and most basic thing I must first teach you is how to fight," said Daniel. This sounded a little patronizing to me.

"But I already know how to fight. I almost knocked out Rico just yesterday. And plus you even sad that I fought well," I said.

"No, that's not what I meant." A puzzled expression washed over my face before he stood up front he  crate. He spread his legs a little, about shoulder width apart, and then stretched out one arm, his muscles flexing as he did so. He opened his hand and faced his palms towards the wall. He shut his eyes for a brief moment before opened them. But when he opened them, they had changed from their usual dark brown to a rich green colour, and they seemed to glow a little. Concentration was etched into his face as he stared intently at the wall. Then, all at once, he closed his hand into a fist and the wall crumbled like a broken biscuit. Dust and small pieces of the wall were flung in all directions, but once the dust cloud had cleared I saw that the larger pieces of the wall were just left suspended in the air like floating islands, before Daniel opened out his hand again and let the pieces fall to the ground, where they crumbled even more. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at me, a grin appearing on his face as he noticed by stunned expression. My mouth had hung open as I witnessed the spectacle. After his eyes returned to normal, he sat back down on the crate.

"You have the Spark of Fire. You are a fire elemental; a superbeing. And you don't know how to use your powers yet. That's what I'm going to teach you today."

After composing myself, I replied. "How am I supposed to do that? I've only used my powers a few times and even then I didn't know what was happening. So how do you suppose I become strong enough to bring forth my powers?"

"It's easy," he said, calmly. He shut his eyes again and reopened them, and they glowed green once again. He stretched out his arm towards my forehead. "Just trust me," he said with a mischievous smile. I didn't even have time to react before the world turned black. 

The world was still dark when I came to. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel my surroundings. I felt light, as if I was suspended in mid air. I couldn't feel the wind though, neither could I smell anything. Thinking my senses didn't work, I tried to look around for any source of light or anything, but i was just faced with darkness. Until I heard a voice. "Lee," it called out to me. I tried to respond, but nothing happened. "Lee," said the voice again. It was deep and seemed to come from everywhere. "Lee, get up!" shouted the voice, laced wit irritation and frustration, and I felt as if my eyes had sprung open, even though I could still not see anything. But I felt the presence of something, a familiar presence, as if I had been in this darkness my whole life. "Who's there?" I called out into the darkness.