Ch2.

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As the blood-red-bolt of lightning bolted towards my soul. Something completely took over. My breath, colored like cool smoke in a purple tint, left my lungs. My night vision was fading in and out. I turned and stood there waiting for the bullet of lighting like a mad man jumping into the gunfire of battle.

But at this time my mind had put the lightening in a state I cannot explain. Complete slow motion. ' sorta like flash,' I thought, (you know he's charging so fast and everything looks slow because he's going fast? Just like that!) I reached for the lightning and shoved it straight into my chest. Something overcame me that I didn't expect.

You see I'm no killer, I'm a protector. That's why I like that I can become a hero. But Whatever this red torture lightning had going on, it made me go crazy. Something was taking over. I could see everything happening, nothing was dark.

Only I was recklessly crushing everything in my path. I punched the ground hard with my powerful hand. That's what I call it anyway. The ground impaled like a dent on a sidecar collision. Only larger than a car .... Hell probably larger than a cruise ship. I didn't know of my powers or how to use them but this being trapped inside of me seems to. On the right side of my body, I could control a little more than my left. Which is weird because my 'Power-hand' was my right side? However, my left side seemed to have control of itself. "You idiot," Honey screamed. "I didn't think you'd be that arrogant," she continued.

"Why, oh what do you mean miss Valintine." the left side of my face was talking and moving all on its own. The eye on my left was black to my vision. I could only see the infrared that had formed to be my right eye. With my only functioning hand, I slung a fist at the left side of my face. Pain rushed in my head. I knew that was probably the case, But the risk was necessary. " What a foolish, insANe thing to do, BoY! You'rE lucky I don't have much time left.!". It was insane he was using one side of my mouth to speak. I was speechless.

Anyway, I could tell my control was coming back to me. My left eye faded in and out. Like one of the creepy movies that fade the lights in and out to show paranormal activity.

(Just like Paranormal Activity!)

While I was coming to. Honey was racing towards me so fast I had never seen her coming. And she was a good hundred yards away. She hit me right in the face! Not only that, this time the lightning was coming straight from her fist, and it was a  violet color.

As she smacked the lightning against my face small bolts were colliding with large ones. She was charging her fist hard and started screaming a little. One of them "let me let you know your fixin to die!" screams. Only a slight smack though, just enough to leave a sting. "Well, aren't you the dumb one?" The violet lightning bolt was speaking to me. "I'm not a lightning bolt, rude," She 'bolted' back at me. (Lol.) ;). "What are-" She cut me off. " I am the foreseer, the untold-teller, the awesome Future-Caster!" she exclaimed? "But her real name's Teller, ay know like a 'Tattle-Teller'?" Honey's smirked and grinned laugh was unbearable . "what-I-" Teller knew not what to say. "Tattle Tell it is then" I mimicked. "NO! It's not like that!", Teller repeated her pattern. "Well, why'd you tell dad that there are more Soul Lights inside me? He's already been trying to get rid of you!", "I didn't know master Valiant wanted to take me away from my Valentine?!" Teller screamed with shock. " So if we find out something else don't 'Tattle Tell' it all ok?!" Honey demanded. " I'm sorry my Valentine, I will not disrespect you like that again, Forgive me, friend?!" Teller pleaded.

"I see, so you control spirits that give you your strength. In the form of lightning bolts?" right after I said that a punch was coming straight for my face, she stopped her fist right at my face, " I DONT control them, they are my friends." Honey held her side and looked at it as if she were talking to someone with hints. " Although some of them are reckless. They have their advantages," she continued.

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