"Ivy get inside! You can't be out here!" I don't know the person who grabs my shoulders and pushes me towards the buildings, one of which looks as if it is going to collapse into ashes. Maybe this guy is right. I'm going to be in the way if I stay, I have no training and I don't even know if I still have the powers they claim I used to have. I turn and start to make my way towards the building that holds my room. Maybe the building has a basement that I can hide out in until this thing is all over.
I'm halfway to the building when an ear piercing scream rushes over me. I quickly turn towards the sound and see a little girl, no more than six, backed up against a tree with a large man holding a gun shaped weapon standing above her. I look around, no one else has noticed the man who has slipped past their defense. If I don't do something the little girl may die. The man raises his weapon and aims it towards the girl. They are too far away from me to be able to jump in the middle of it, I need to figure something else out. The man's weapon is in the shape of a gun, but at the end of the barrel were two points with what looks like lighting bolts flying between the two ends. Didn't the old man say that before I went missing one of my powers was the ability to control electricity. Lighting is a form of electricity. He is lining his sight up on the poor little girl, taking his sweet ole time, almost as if he is enjoying this. It is now or never. I focus myself on the electricity forming at the end of his weapon, tuning everyone and everything out. I search on the inside of me, just like how Charlie said he does. I feel no energy inside me. Nothing but me. Maybe they did do experiments on me when I was locked away, maybe they took away my abilities. I just want his gun to stop working. I visualize the electricity that is being formed from the weapon and I imagine it just stops working.
"What?" I hear before I open my eyes. When I do I see the man looking down at his weapon with confusion. I can see him pressing the trigger but nothing is happening. His gun has stopped working, just like I had imagined it doing.
I take off in a run towards the pair, with the gun not working I have time to make it to them. Once I reach them I don't know what I will do, but the one thing I do know is that I am going to save that little girl.
After dodging a couple bodies, which were being tossed this way and that, I have finally made it to the pair. The man has thrown his weapon aside and is moving back towards the little girl. I'm close enough to them now that I can see the brownish color of his eyes and the angry gleam that they hold. The man raises his fist just as I arrive.
"Stop," I yell, pushing him off balance with my shoulder as I barrel into him. He tumbles to the ground and when he collects himself I'm already standing between him and the girl. He stands and looks at me. His face runs through many emotions, anger, recognition, shock, confusion, before finally landing on fear.
"Lady Darkness! How are you here?" This man seems shocked to see me. Why is he calling me Lady Darkness.
"Ivy! What are you doing? Get out of here!" Damien comes running into my field of vision and clocks the man on the side of the head with a quick punch, knocking him out cold.
Nodding I turn and grab the little girl by the arm and take off towards the buildings. Now that my senses aren't so overloaded with trying to save the little girl, I can feel every vibration of the vehicles moving, hear all the gun fire, and smell the smoke coming from the burning building. Finally reaching a building, I grab the handle of the door and throw it open, ushering the little girl in before me. I slam the door closed behind me and attempt to lock it, only to find no way to lock it. I growl under my breath before turning to the little girl, who is looking up at me with fearful eyes.
"Does this building have a basement?" I'm out of breath as I ask this. Prison has really done a number on my fitness level.
The little girl nods, grabs my hand, and takes off running down the hall that is to the left. We run past five doors before she stops at a door that is on our right. Beside the door, on the wall is a sign with the universal symbol for stairs. Pushing the door open, I let the little girl lead the way and follow her all the way to the bottom of the stairs where a door greets us. Pushing open this door I take in my surroundings. It is one large room with random boxes lined up against the walls, a desk is pushed up against the far wall. There is no where for us to hide down here if someone was to come down the stairs, except if I turn the desk so that the area where the chair goes is facing the wall and we hide underneath. Deciding to do just that I pull the little girl to the desk where I finally let go of hand. The desk is heavier than it looks, but I manage to twist it around and leave enough space between it and the wall for us to squeeze in behind and crawl under. I push the little girl first.
"Crawl in there and scooch to the back," she nods and makes her way under and moves towards the back. It is going to be a tight fit for both of us, but we would have to make it work. I clamber in behind her and plant my butt on the floor under the desk. I am fully pressed against her and the wall and if you are to stand right over the desk you would see the left side of my body.
"We have to be quiet and hope that they can defend the camp," I say to the girl in merely a whisper.
She simply nods. She hasn't made a sound since she let out that blood curdling scream. I can't imagine what this poor girl has seen and at such a young age too. She can't be anymore then seven. My life before prison, the one I can't remember, was it like this? Always looking over your shoulder wondering when the next attack had come. When I first arrived here I had thought that everyone here felt safe, but looking back now I could remember the nervousness in some people's eyes, how someone jumped at the simplest sound of a plate dropping. Everyone here is afraid and they had a right to be so.
We sit on the cold hard floor, under that desk, listening to the sound of gunfire and the screams, for what feels like hours before it slowly starts to diminish until there is none. We sit there for a little while longer before I slowly turn to the little girl whose name I have yet to know.
"I'm going to go check it out upstairs. Did you want to stay here or come with me?" She looked at me, eyes fierce, determined even, and grabbed my forearm. She was coming with me.
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The Lady Darkness
FantasyIvy League was trapped in prison for over five years and she can't remember her life before it. What happens when she is accidentally broken out and finds out that she has abilities like no other? What happens when she finds out that there is a war...
