RAINDROPS

Chapter 7

'What the hell!?' I yell at him. 'I don't have time for jokes right now!' Quickly I start to walk away from him. I can't believe this, first he comes into my house, then he comes to my school to tell me I'm what? A freaking prophecy!? He's probably going to tell me I have to save the world next.  Every hair on my body is standing up straight, somehow this guy makes me really angry.

'Al come back.' he says. 'I want to explain everything.' Instead of listening I keep walking keeping my head faced forward. 'Come on, isn't there a part of you that wants to know? You deserve to know.' This time I don't ignore him and turn around, anger flowing trough my entire body. It feels like lightening is flowing through my veins, eager to get out. Then suddenly it is, a storm of clouds have formed over our heads and lightning strikes, only a couple of inches next to Nick. He looks to be a bit scared and backs away a little bit.

'That was you, Al.' He says. 'You can create lightning and do so much more. Do you believe me?' His eyes are locked onto mine. I can't look away and slowly the anger dissolves from my body a bit. It's still there, but I can't feel lightening flowing through me any longer. 

'I... I believe you. But can you please tell me what the hell is going on?' I say, but I don't walk back over to him. I feel stronger standing here, in the middle of this storm with him right in front of me, where I can see all of his movements. This is also where I notice he's barely moving his left hand. He looks steadfast, as if he has everything figured out and knows exactly what to do. Sometimes I wish to know how that feels, I always feel so lost like my entire life is shattered into a million different pieces and I never seem to be able to put everything together again.

'You're the prophecy.' he says. This time I don't interrupt him or walk away so he continues. 'My father told me about it. My entire life he has revolved around finding you. When your mother died in that car accident she activated your powers, which we believe have been dormant your entire live. My father felt the surge of energy and that led us to you. We thought you might just be another magical creature  that we had to protect. I was assigned to protect you.' He pauses for a second to catch his breath. He looks a bit surprised that I'm still standing here, listening to him. Honestly I'm kind of surprised myself too, everything he says sounds like complete nonsense. I want to ask him why I need protection, but I've decided I want to hear all of it, so I keep quiet and wait for him to continue once again.

'Usually when we protect someone, we do it at a distance. This way the person can go on to live their life normally, most often there is never a big threat and they never have to know anything. It is different with you. Obviously you were never supposed to see me, back at your house. I was there to put up some surveillance in case anyone would come after you.' he says.

This time I can't hold in my question, I've been thinking about it for too long and I really want to know. 'What happened to you in my house? Who did that?' I ask. He looks at the ground and sits down on the bench. Somehow I get the feeling this is going to be a long conversation and I don't want to be standing for the entire length of it. So I walk toward him and join him, by sitting down next to him. 

Then he finally looks into my eyes again and says 'I'm sorry Al. I can't protect you from him, no one can.' When I don't say anything back he adds 'There was a man, who probably came there to kill you. Instead he found me. I fired a round of bullets at him and he brushed them off as if it was nothing. He could've easily killed me, I don't know why he left me alive.'

After thinking about it for a bit I answer him 'He didn't. If I hadn't been there you would've bled out and died right there.' His silence tells me he hadn't thought of this before. He seems alright but I just really need to know. 'Are you alright?' I ask him.

He looks up at me for a second, with a confused look in his eyes. 'What?' he says.

'Are you alright?' I ask again. 'How are you doing after yesterday? Is your shoulder alright?' He looks surprised that I would ask this.