"Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?" asked Monroe
"Yes."
Monroe released a very heavy sigh. She did not know what to do anymore. The problem with Azrael was that he was exactly his namesake - Angel of Death. In his left hand was a Japanese katana, and in his right was a single break Kit-Kat. He stood in the shadows, hiding his grotesque face as he chomped away on it.
Normalcy for him, anomaly for everyone else.
On a somewhat scalding Tuesday winter morning, Azra decided to start a killing spree. He chose Cato as his first victim, but that was a mistake - choosing Cato, a clairvoyant. Cato knew there would be an attempt on her life and had prepared herself for it.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" asked Monroe.
"I'm hoping you'll combust into flames"
She released another heavy sigh. "Let's go," she said, "before Erin realizes that we weren't able to make it to the murder fest."
Azrael stepped away from the shadows and started walking in line with Monroe. One would think after getting shot at with arrows, he would have been afraid of stealing even a pen. That was not the case with Azra. Other people thought that his heliokenesis made him a dangerous person. Heliokeneis is the ability to manipulate solar power. Being Azrael, he decided to play into their stereotype.
He thought about how the street he walked through filled with the laughter of children. That was before the Vaders took over this quaint town. Before he decided to rebel and end up looking like Quasimodo's long lost twin brother. If all went as planned, a week from then, they would go back to living in peace.
As they walked up to Erin's front door, he grew frustrated with his current situation at work. Having to listen to other people's problems in a cold, dark room where he would not be able to use his powers at all. Telekenetics who would coax into talking about his problems, irritated him to no end.
The sound of Erin opening her door made him look up. Angry, she was.
With her arms crossed and eyes that sparked with outrage, Azrael shrunk back into himself. Monroe released yet another heavy sigh. In a weird way, he felt inspired because Erin was more of a rebel than he was. "Get in," she shouted, "before someone sees." Monroe and Azrael hastened inside.
Everybody in Crayne loved to talk, anything to avoid the wrath of the Vaders. They walked through the reception area and into the living. Azrael felt surprised to see it had filled with people. Monroe turned to look back at Erin. "What is Riley doing here?" she asked.
She turned to glare at Riley, the one person who refused to let her amplify everyone else's powers. Monroe was their power source, but Riley could not handle it. That was why she and Azrael were outcasts. "Keep your emotions in check, Roe." she said "We all need each other right now."
Monroe looked around and took survey of everyone else who was present. Mina, a precognitive dreamer who was able to dream the future. Fawn, a weather manipulator who would change the weather to suit Azrael's ability. Zenith, a man who teleported faster than you sneezed. Nolan, the telepath who would manipulate Azrael into talking about his feelings. Monroe sniggered as she remembered this. Bryna, the pyrokinetic every male in Crayne feared. All because of her ability to generate and manipulate fire. Her eyes finally settled on Riley. Riley, who had the ability to remember everything in perfect detail. She could hold a grudge and recount every event in perfect detail as she ran a sharp dagger down one's back.
An actual backstabbing friend.
YOU ARE READING
A Change In Crayne
FantasyMonroe and Azrael have always been shunned by everyone in Crayne, because of how powerful their abilities make them. When a new government takes over, Monroe and Azrael enlist their help to take back their hom.