One Of The Shadows

Arrived

   I sat on the plane, far away from Grayem. I couldn't bring myself to sit near him. He had hurt me, he had thrown away the small amount of trust that I gave him. I felt bad for him, felt bad for his sister, who he just left to help me, and I wanted to forgive him. But I knew I couldn't do that anymore. Never again.

   Clair didn't mind the extra company. She payed for all of us, and on the plane allowed me to sit alone, which I appreciated. But with each passing minute I got angrier and angrier, ready to see Chrystal. I didn't care if it was suicide. I cared that Chrystal shouldn't get away with taking Nicandro away from me, when I was working so hard to get him back. And as I sat, with almost nothing on my mind, I felt memories, taken, stolen, coming back to me. As if I always had them but they were just blocked. It was as if my feelings, anger, love, hate, sadness made me want to remember.

   The plane landed and I rushed off as soon as the door opened, Grayem and Clair following. I rushed through crowds and finally made it to a road. I saw a cab and rushed towards it, running into the road. It came to a stop and I got in the back, shooing out someone who was already int there. I told the driver where to go and pretty soon we were moving. 

   Clair and Grayem were left behind. I didn't care. I was so close to her. So close to hurting her. Finally here, finally going to be able to fight her. She would pay. My mind was suddenly full of joy to just think about hurting her. Killing her. I let out a dark chuckle as I imagined the pain I would make her feel.

   When we pulled up to the main building I got out and paused. How would I hurt her? What would I do to her? What if I got killed?

   I marched in and towards her office, pushing past people who were in the way. Shoving aside Arlen I almost stopped. He had experienced what I had. And here I was, going down the path that was the most destructive. I saw Valdemar and Rafael. People who I once liked were simply pushed away from me as I moved forwards.

   I came to Chrystal's office and barged in, interrupting her from whatever she was doing. She immediately stood up. We looked at each other for a minute, tension high.

   "Annora-" She started.

   "Why?" I asked her darkly.

   "Why what?"

   "Why did you burn his body?"

   "Burned his...? Annora, I don't know what you're talking about. Please just calm down-"

   "Calm down!? You don't know what I'm talking about!? How can you say that when you burned Nicandro's body!? How can you stand there, and play innocent!? I thought you were on my side... I thought you knew that I would come back, to bring him back..."

   "Annora, if you would just let me explain," Chrystal pleaded.

   I felt a rush of anger and hatred rush through me, making me feel powerful. I felt like electricity, like raw power was coursing through my body. I felt the power and directed it towards Chrystal, barely aware of what I was doing. It seemed so natural, to let the energy out, to aim it, to use it as power.

   What looked like a bright white purple shot out of my hands, looking like bunches of thin lightning, shooting at Chrystal.