Control(on hold)

Chapter 3: magical power

I woke up to a horrible rattling sound. I tried to open my eyes but I felt so weak. My back was on a hard and uncomfortable surface and every now and then my body would bounce up a little bit, letting me know that whatever I was on was moving.

"I think she's waking up." I hear a panicky voice whisper.

I quickly open my eyes and it takes everything in me to try and sit up. When I do, I notice that i am in what seems to be a carriage and there are about three other teenagers my age huddled together with blankets. There was another guy but he was alone, he was shivering and had many blankets over him.

"W-Who are you?" I asked, wincing as my throat burned. I backed away from them until my back was digging into the side of the carriage. My hands began to shake and my heart raced. Where was I?

"Hey, Hey," a boy said, putting his hands up. "It's okay. I promise we're just trying to help."

My eyebrows furrowed.

"We found you in the forest, lying on the ground." He explained.

I tried to remember what had happened but I couldn't. All I remembered was that creature that looked like a lion with wings. And the weird fact that he had called me master... my hands shaked even more as I remembered what the creature had done.

I remembered the men's screams and cries for help. How the creature tore them apart. Somehow I felt like it was my fault, like I made the creature do it. But that was impossible, it was crazy.... right?

I shook my head and pulled my legs up to my chest. "I didn't mean to." I whispered. "I promise I didn't mean to hurt them."

It was silent and I didn't even bother to look up. I pulled my knees up and laid my head down and let my hair fall over my legs as a shield.

"I promise I didn't mean for it to happen." I was sobbing now. I couldn't get their terrified faces and their screams for help as they were being torn apart out of my head and it was giving me a headache.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I quickly looked up and was met with a pair of blue eyes. He was so close to my face and I felt a slight blush run up to my cheeks.

Our proximity didn't bother him though. "What are you talking about?" He asked. His eyes were stern but soft at the same time.

I fumbled with my words and I didn't know how to tell him. I wasn't even sure if I had caused their deaths. It made sense, kind of but it didn't at the same so I wasn't completely sure.

"Easy, Vincent." A girl hissed. She had brown hair and her eyes were identical to his. They looked related. "Can't you see she's scared to death."

Vincent sighed as he scooted away from me. "I'm sorry." He said.

"You have to forgive my brother." The girl began as she scooted over to me. "He can be a bit.. him sometimes." She chuckled.

Without asking she threw her cover over me and I was glad for the warmth. I was so cold.

"Oh my god, you're freezing." She said almost as if she were reading my thoughts.