The Ghost

Number Twenty-three

Delta ran back to the rest of soldiers, telling them they could enter the village. I stayed behind, waiting for them. I looked down at my hands as I created small bolts of lightning. I was a God? No, that's impossible. I couldn't be a God. I walked around the village, realizing there were no lights anywhere, they slept in complete darkness. I wandered around outside before the night became pitch-black and looked up into the sky. I focused my energy and tried summoning a bolt of lightning onto me. The clouds above me became larger and glowed a blue. Suddenly, a bright light emerged from the clouds and struck the ground. I closed my eyes, I could feel the electricity running through my body, through my bones. I opened my eyes, finding myself above the trees, looking over the jungle. I looked at my body, realizing my body had fused with a lightning bolt. My suit was glowing blue now, there were lightning bolts sparking off it, leaving a lightning design on the suit. There was a lightning bolt entering my body through the top of my head, and coming out through my legs, encountering the ground, but not damaging anything. I looked around the jungle tops, admiring the darkening jungle when a strange sound came from behind me. I faced the other way to see a thin, beam of white light emerging from the jungle floor, at least a couple of miles away, north. I squinted my eyes, trying to see the beam clearer, but it disappeared. I slowly brought myself back down, where the villagers, Delta, and the group were watching me.

"How was the view?" Asked Delta.

"There was something in the jungle," I said. "Something strange." Delta signaled the team to move forward with his fingers. They began carrying a box full of supplies, and tents through the village.

"What was it?" Delta asked.

"I saw a light," I said. "A beam of white light, coming from the inside of the jungle." Delta looked around and inched closer to me.

"We need to start getting ready fast," Said Delta. "Put some clothes on, we're going to have a meeting with the chief of the village."

The chief of the village was the man with the beads and spiky, blue crown. Which was nice because I felt like he trusted me. Our team had set up a tent near the center of the village. There, we had a map of the area, and all the information we knew about all the Prime Colors.

"Michael here," Siad Delta as he pointed to me. "Is in possession of blue, currently making him the strongest being on Earth." Every soldier turned to look at me. The villagers did not, they didn't understand.

"I, Michael Cross, am currently in possession of the color blue," I said as I made a lightning bolt spark from my fingers. "That makes me the most powerful person in the world... as of now." The villagers nodded, the soldiers didn't except for one.

"That's French," Said one of the soldiers. "They speak French. I can translate for you." I nodded in return. Delta continued.

"We know that there are more colors out there," Explained Delta, as the soldier translated. "And thanks to Michael, we may now know where the other color is."

"He said he saw the white beam here," Said Delta as he pointed to the area on the map where I had seen the light. "So, we will be going to investigate." The soldier continued to translate. Delta continued once the villagers understood.

"The problem is this," Explained Delta. "White absorbs all the colors of the visible spectrum and reflects them back. So, if this applies to the Prime colors, this new white being may be the most powerful color of the six." The translator finished.

"The original plan was to contain the color with Michael. He would have the power to contain them," Said Delta. "But now, Michael may not be able to contain him at all, his powers might simply bounce off of him." The villagers talked amongst themselves.

"Now," Continued Delta. "We all know how powerful Michael is, for all we know, he could be the weakest out of all the six, so imagine how powerful the white color could be. So, if this white color is the enemy that we fear it might be, we need to kill it on sight, because we might never get the chance again." The soldiers turned their heads at me, along with the villagers.

"My powers might be useless against this color, but not everybody else's," I explained. "If his power allows him to reflect the colors, it might only allow him to reflect the colors. Every other power in our arsenal will be functional against the white."

"Well need everyone fighting by our side," Said Delta. "Chances are, he'll run away from us, confused, and the military will take him."

"He'll kill them all," I said.

"He doesn't know how to control his powers as you do," Said Delta. "Believe me, they'll be able to take him."

"Which is why they're either on our side, or we kill them where they stand." A voice came from behind the tent. We all turned around to see Overdrive standing in the entrance.

"We don't build any attachments. If we even think they're not on our side, we have to kill them." Said Overdrive.

"No matter what," Said Overdrive. "You kill them if you need to. The meeting's over." All the soldiers got up and slowly exited the tent, the translator told the villagers that it was time to leave, and they did.

"Was it the lightning?" I asked, wondering how she got here that quick.

"I thought you were in a fight," Said Overdrive as she walked towards Delta. "Apparently not." Overdrive and Delta began talking, so I left the tent feeling awkward. I walked in circles, waiting for something to happen, but something was already happening. The night was dark, and light from the tents lit up the village enough to see. I looked into the trees surrounding the village, knowing someone could be watching us.

Something was going to happen tomorrow. We were going to find that color. And when we find it, one of two things could happen. Either we safely protect the white color, or we don't, and everything goes to shit, but we wouldn't let that happen. Overdrive and Delta would do anything to make sure the world didn't fall into chaos. Delta was committed to the mission, but I could feel a sense of fear in him... like he knows what could happen, or he's seen it. And Overdrive was the most committed. She would be willing to lay down her life to make sure the world continues the way it does now. She wouldn't let anything get in her way.