The Elites

Chapter 13

Elise's Point-of-View

I walked up to Micah.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he said.

"Should we go?" I asked.

"I thought that we should walk to where we need to go. I got a spot for a horse drawn carriage ride," Micah said.

"Let's go then," I said. Micah offered me his arm and we walked promenade style around the city.

We were nearing The Scene, when he turned to look at me.

"Elise, you look beautiful," he said. I blushed so hard, and I don't even know why!

"Thank you," I said.

"You seem like the type of girl who would rather ride in a muddy truck than a limousine. I don't know, but I get that kind of vibe," Micah said.

I laughed. "That sounds about right. And you seem like the type of boy who would rather wear cowboy boots than leather shoes."

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"Is that our carriage?" I asked him. I pointed towards a majestic horse pulling a comfortable looking cart.

"Yes...no...maybe" Micah said, looking in the general direction.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's a little earlier than I asked the guy to be here," he said.

"Should we wait then?" I asked him.

"No, let's go now," Micah said. He held my hand and we walked over to the carriage.

"Hello, we are the 7:30 carriage ride," Micah said. The man said nothing, but motioned for us to get on.

"Whenever you're ready sir," Micah said.

The man shook the reins and we headed on our way.

"I hope you are okay with this, Elise, but later on I was going to make a picnic out here," Micah said.

I just met this guy, but I think I love him.

"How did you come up with all of this?" I asked him.

"A spur of the moment type of thing," he smiled. He lifted his arm so it was around my shoulders.

After a while of pointing out things to Micah, our driver stopped suddenly.

"Excuse me sir, why did we stop?" I asked.

The driver spun around and we saw he was wearing a face mask that looked like one of the creepiest clowns you will ever see. He pulled out a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at my forehead.

"Give me the girl, I'll give you your life," the man with the mask said in a low voice.

"Not a chance," Micah said protectively. He pulled out his own gun and shot it at the masked man. He missed. We jumped out of the cart and started running. However, the man had the horse and was gaining on us. Not to mention he was still shooting.

Micah turned around and fired a shot at the man. It hit in in the neck. It was enough to kill him after a while, but not right away. I knew if we kept on like this, we would get in serious trouble. I yanked my knife out of my pocket and turned around. I threw the knife with everything I had.

And I heard the satisfying sound when it landed straight in his heart.

The dead man slid off the saddle and landed on the ground with a thud.

"Now what?" Micah asked me.

"Unhook the horse. We are riding bareback back to the base," I said.

We both ran over to the horse. While Micah worked on the horse, I tried to help it calm down.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay," I cooed. I wasn't like Lyra-Rose, I couldn't talk to animals, but I was going to try my best.

"Shhh, baby, calm down," I said.

"Done!" Micah shouted.

I petted the horse one last time. "Baby, we just need you to take us somewhere. This will be quick, I promise."

And I mounted the horse. With me being tall, that was easy, but for Micah, not so much.

He swore while he tried to climb up.

Once he was on, I kicked the horse and we started straight into a gallop. Micah had his hands around my waist so he wouldn't fall, but I think it was because he was so frightened by the whole ordeal.

We kept galloping towards the Elite base until I heard gunshots nearby.

"Micah, turn yourself invisible," I said.

"I can turn whoever I'm touching invisible too," he said.

"Not the horse, but me please," I said.

I watched as my legs went from visible, to invisible.

The gunshots grew closer and the horse was starting to get frightened. We were in a horrible part of town, so naturally this was normal.

"Hey, what's that horse doing here?" One mobster asked. I heard the sickening shot as the horse was shot out from under us. We fell immediately to the ground and Micah lost focus.

"Hey look! It's that girl from the Elites!" The one mobster said.

Now it was my turn to swear.

"L told us to kill her!" Another one said.

"No you, nitwit, L said to get her! There's a difference," a third one said.

"And looky looky, she brought her little boyfriend too," the second one laughed.

I looked over my shoulder to see Micah, in a heap on the ground. I knelt down beside him and placed my hand on his heart. It was the fastest way to wake someone up.

"And she's trying to revive him too! Aww honey, life isn't a video game," the first one said.

"Oh look! And she wants to kiss him goodbye bye! Cause honey, he's dead!" The second one singsonged.

I was in a rage.

I snatched Micah's pistol out of his belt and fired it rapidly at the second man. By the time the chamber was empty, he was on the ground, dead. Every shot I had was fatal.

"Well someone knows how to put up a fight," the third mobster said.

"But we do too," the first guy said.

The pulled out their machine guns and began to fire rapidly at me. I dodged and weaved around them until I was protecting Micah's waking body. I began shooting waves of dirt of the bullets to protect myself and him. Everything was fine.

Until a stray gunshot was shot at Micah.

I watched in slow motion as the bullet traveled towards his face.

Then I did the unthinkable.

I raged into a monster. A pure monster.

I used my powers and created huge dirt forcefield, while shooting sand, clay, gravel, and heavy rocks at the mobster men. I then used everything inside myself and created a huge earthquake. Parts of the street stuck up in high and low angles, making it highly dangerous.

I screamed out in pain. This was taking so much out of my body, but it the same time, I had no idea where it came from.

By now, Micah was sitting up and watching me go through spasms of pain.

My arms and legs ached and my mind was screaming at me to let go and that the idiots were dead.

Just then, Micah laid a hand on my shoulder and everything stopped. There was silence. And a broken world. And a very broken girl. I collapsed on the ground in a heap or scratches, bruises, and bullets stuck in my body. Micah had come out unscathed.

"Elise, let's go," he whispered urgently.

I let him help me up and despite my burning muscles, we sprinted back to the closest base, which was his base.

"Elise, here's what's gonna happen. I am going to get you inside so you can sleep," Micah said.

I nodded, my entire body limp and my mind walking on the cliff of unconsciousness.

Micah practically carried me all the way to his room.

I can barely remember what happened next. All I know is that, sometime, I must have climbed into his bed and fell into a deep deep sleep of pain, with Micah sitting next to me in the chair near his bed, holding my limp hand.

Now I wonder.

What is the real definition of death?