Blood Ability

Chapter 1

    "Help!" I scream into the empty darkness. A small tear rolls down my cheek and hits my bounded hands. All of a sudden I jar foward, smashing my head into something metal. I let out a small sob as more tears start to roll down my cheeks. Voices start to mutter something that I can't quite make out, then the sqeeling of car breaks brings everything to a stop. Doors open and hands wrap around my waist. I thrash violently against the pressure of the person's grasp, but nothing seems to work.

"Let me go!" I scream. The person's grasp tightens on me as they drag me out of the vehicle. I let my body go numb when they get me far enough out of the vehicle, so I drop to the ground. The man lets out a small curse, then bends down and scoops me up in his arms like I was weightless. I let out a small sob as my defeat becomes unavoidable. The person who was holding me, who I believe to be a man, starts to walk forward.

I squirm against the man's chest as he presses me against him so I can't get away from him. My breathing becomes shallow as I try to calm myself enough to use my ability. The darkness around me makes my ability hard to control and aim upon one of my captors. I need to get this blindfold off so I could find a target to use my ability on.

The man finally stops after a few minutes and I take in a breath of the cool fresh air. Birds start to chirp and I lift my head up to follow the sound, but the cloth wrapped around my eyes stops me from seeing the birds, but not from seeing the bottom half of the man's face. The man was not a man at all; he had to be 16 or 17, only a year or so older than me. I collect myself and get ready to let my ability scream, but then something stops me.

The sound of silence from the usual boots thrashing through leaves and branches unsettles me as everyone stops walking. The man holding me sets me down, but is careful to keep a hold of me as I try to get my balance to stand. My head spins and burns from when I hit it. The man grabs at the blindfold, pulls it up over my head, and throws it to the ground. The bright sunlight fading through the trees blinds me as I try to get a look at my surroundings.

Cotton trees stand high above and around me. It's almost peaceful here. I glance straight in front of me where an old brick building is standing on the clearing. The building looks to be at least three floors high and hundred years old. The man grabs my arm and shoves me forward in the direction of the building. I dig my heels into the soft ground and try to pull away from him, but he just pulls me to him and scoops me up into his arms.

"Who are you?" I ask him. I tilt my head up and look into his deep silver eyes. My jaw drops open in surprise as he winks at me. I had never seen anyone with silver eyes before in my life. My mother had always talked about how beautiful the silver eyes were, but I had never thought they would be that amazing. As we get closer to the school, I could just barely make out a figure standing in front of a pair of old wooden doors.

"You're late," the figure says in a low voice. As we get closer to the figure, I can see that the man was older, maybe in his late 50's or early 60's. He had a bushy black mustache and a stubble beard that looked like it needed a shave. The man wore a black suit and seemed to be the one in charge.

"She was a little difficult to get restrained," a man behind me remarks. It was true; when I had heard them coming I had jumped out of my window and barely managed to stay on the second-floor roof. I had almost gotten away from them, except I slipped off the first-floor roof and landed on the ground, which knocked the breath right out of me. I don't remember much after I hit the ground. I only remember being put in a car and waking up not too long ago.

"What did you do to her? She's bleeding everywhere!" the older man says. I lift my hands up to where the splitting pain on the side of my head is and touch the warm blood that's streaming through my hair. Some of the blood had already dried on my skin, but some fresher blood is starting to run down the side of my head.