Telekinetic Fugitive

~Chapter Four~

It's hard to breathe. My body just keeps going through way too much pain. Maybe I shouldn't have helped the guy to escape. Now, I'm going to be taken. My side is throbbing and it hurts like hell, bleeding. Everything is fuzzy. I can't think straight. What happened? Why am I bleeding? When did I end up on the ground? Nothing makes sense. I groan as I'm flipped onto my back, weakly crying out in pain from where they kicked my broken ribs. The pain for that is fading too. Is that bad? I'm pretty sure that's bad. I can already hear them laughing at the sight of a pathetic telekinetic teen as I stare up at the looming figures, blurry shadows. This day has just been really mean to me, like it's not letting me take breaks between being hurt or you know, actually not hurt me anymore for a long time until my death. I should've stayed home, oh wait, yeah. Ugh, I hate this so much. How many times have I actually wished for this all to be a dream, only to wake up to the same predicament as before? Now here I am, writhing in pain while basically going to be taken captive. 

  "Grab him and bring him with us," says a voice from behind the three thugs, breaking through the murky waters that weigh down my mind. It's a feminine voice, but I can't see who it is as I feel myself be picked up, but whether it's unluckily or luckily, I'm dropped two minutes later. Come on, can't a guy catch a break? And there it is, the unintentional pun that only reminds me of the pain that I got from helping the other guy. Damn it, my ribs. I let out a small groan at the jostling from being picked up by the brute. And pride, I add after a second, slow thought.

  What pride?

  I don't say anything. My body feels heavy, my eyelids closing. I'm losing awareness of everything. 

   Blue fills my vision. A nice blue is staring down at me. I find Societal Reject standing above me with some weird glint in his eyes as he stares down at me. I would like to say he said something quite nice and apologized but I'd only bring lying to myself. What he does say is basically calling me an idiot, or I'm sure that that is what he says as he holds out a hand. I can't hear him through the cotton in my ears. I stare at the hand, wondering why it was there. All of a sudden I'm being yanked up, the world tilting. Why is there red? "Hey . . ." the voice is muffled, who's talking?

Where am I? What?

My vision clears for a second, meeting those bright blue eyes once more. I feel myself collapse against the person next to me. I feel so tired. The world sways and the edges of my vision are starting to turn black. What's going on? Everything fades away, leaving me to sink into the pitch black darkness of my mind.

* * *

Birds fly by me which brings a frown to my face. It's odd seeing an open sky that isn't polluted by smoke most of the time. I spin around taking in the place. A wheat field, I'm guessing as I've never seen one up close only in pictures, surrounds me, coming up to my knees. I hear something crack and whip back around to see a forest that wasn't there before.

  I can smell smoke. I turn my head slightly to the left only to see a large, purple fire spreading and consuming the field. I look back into the line of thick trees. There's someone staring at me. I can see them from the thick bushes, the shock of white hair standing out in the greenery. I can't tell who, but I know they're there. Who are they? I don't know. I take a step forward about to call out when:

  "See no evil, Danny." There. He stands with that stupid smug grin. The voice that basically mocks and acts like a saint yet a demon all in one. His eyes reflected my own, a vibrant purple color. The hair reaches mid-back, white which resembles snow, and skin to match it. He towers over me, the feeling of this man is extremely powerful crushes me. Who is he? I have never seen him before. His voice is similar to the one that has plagued me for a while now.

  "Wake up!" I jump with fright and turn around, attention being taken away from the unknown man. The flames start turning into humanoid shapes.

  "Speak no evil." His pupils are needles like that of a cat's. His face adorned with intricate cracks as if someone had taken a knife and cut his face open.

  "Wake up!" The humanoid figures circle us two, walking past the demon.

  "Get moving or their deaths will be on you!"

  They advance towards me as I start to back up. The branches wrap around my arms as roots grab my legs. I fight against it, but it does no good other than tighten its grip on me. The pain is excruciating and everything goes black.

  I jolt awake with a quiet, sharp intake of breath, my eyes closing once more from the sudden bright light that flooded my vision. I blink open my eyes as I get used to the light; I sit up only to see Societal Reject near me. He's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at me with those calculative blue irises of his. He nods in a slight way to greet me, which is when I notice the bags and how bloodshot his eyes are. I take note of the room I am in and figure out that I'm in an infirmary. That's when I notice what I'm wearing. A white cotton shirt and pants. I look back at Reject and see clear annoyance along with a touch of concern. I can't remember what happened after I passed out and I am not planning on asking. He seems to practically hate me, yet he saved me when he could've just left me. Which leaves the question: why?

  His blue eyes hold my gaze as he seems to be looking for something, but only getting frustrated when he finds nothing. This makes me feel really self-conscious and I want to look away, but I can't. My mind is paralyzed while my heart skips a beat in paranoia. I can't take it any longer and clear my throat, hoping he would get the gist. He jumps and turns away, a slight pink dusts his cheeks out of embarrassment, although that can be my imagination. His blue eyes turn back to me, inquisitive. "Who are you?"