His eyes shot open as he was shaken from side to side. The boy looked around frantically. 'Where am I, where is my family and, who is this man shaking my brains out?' He thought as the man pulled his hands from his shoulders. He pushed back from the stranger. The man stood there watching the boy.
He studied the mans face. It was obvious he was old. Wrinkles patterned his sagging pale skin. His face was laced with concern; he could see it in the man's eyes. They were a faded green, dark grey seeping in from the sides. Long white hair draped loosely over his head.
"Who are you? Where am I? Where is my family?" The man simply looked at the boy, certainly confused.
"Do you not remember? It is me Igneus." The man said while walking the boys way.
"I have never met you before! Get away from me!"
"Leo, you have been here for weeks now, I'm-"
"How do you know my name! I've never seen you before!" The look on the man's - Igneus' face deepened, he edged towards Leo.
"Leo calm down you must have hit your head in the recoil, come, rest for a while." Igneus gently grasped his arm. Leo pulled away.
"Don't touch me!" He screamed.
Something came over him; he shot his arm out at the man, hand open. A surge of power coursed through Leo's body. Surprise enveloped the man as a strong gust of wind erupted from around Leo's hand, the man's body curled over like he had been hit by a car. Almost instantly Igneus was off his feet and hurling towards the wall across from him. He broke clear through a table, a loud crack echoing through the room as he smashed into the wall. His body slumped onto the floor. Leo looked at the man, then at his hands. A pain grew in the back of his eyes and his hands shook. A buzzing grew in his ears and his heart quickened. 'What the hell am I! How did I do that!' He thought.
Leo brought his shakey gaze back to the man. 'Is he dead, did I kill him?' He looked back to his quivering hands and fell to the floor. 'I'm a freak, a monster.' I paused, 'a murderer,' he concluded.
" What have I done," Leo said, combing his hands through his hair. He let out a ragged sigh as he pulled his hands down over his face wishing for everything to go away.
A tear dropped from Leo's eye. It silently fell, making a tapping noise as it hit the ground, unknown to him.
" I need to get away from this place" Leo said, "and that unmoving man unmoving man." Ignues lay on the floor, his body limp with his white hair covering his wrinkled face.
Leo pulled himself to his feet. His legs wobbled, struggling to keep him up. He looked around, scanning his surroundings for an exit. There was nothing; he was trapped, imprisoned. Leo let out a sad laugh while looking at the old man on the wall. A tear streaked down his cheek, following the path of the previous one. He wiped it away fighting the urge to cry. He dragged himself to the centre of the room, his legs now like lead weights. He sat down legs crossed.
Leo glanced up at the man. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He knew Igneus had kidnapped him but no matter what he thought, seeing the man dead brought him sorrow. He closed his eyes, defeated and worn out.
Leo sat there for a time, head bowed and eyes closed. He let his hands fall to his sides. While his hands rested on the cold stone ground he felt intricate grooves under his palms. He traced the grooves. His middle finger fell into small hole simultaneously, causing an agonizing pain to erupt in his head. He screamed, the pain was unbearable. He ripped his finger from the cavity, the pain disintegrating. He sat there holding his palm. He opened his eyes and examined his hand and finger. Everything seemed to be in order. Even the pain had left.
Blurred behind Leo's hand was the ground. he pulled his arm down grasping for a hold. He was 50 feet in the air, yet, to him it seemed higher. The gap between him and the ground continued to lengthen. He was sitting on a circular, stone platform.
"OK this has to be a dream, that explains everything," Leo said aloud, a deluded smile growing on his face. He looked up and giggled. Closing in on him was the roof of the room, about 30 feet away. The ceiling grew closer and with every foot the tugging feeling that this wasn't a dream grew stronger. The pain he had felt was all to real. The fear and grief he had felt were to strong for this to be a dream.
Leo flattened himself against the platform realizing what was to come. "I'm going to be crushed!" He thought as his chest grew heavy. The roof came closer, and closer, the platform slowing to a crawl. He closed his eyes. A new fear filled him, a fear of death. He felt his nose touch the roof and winced. "Was this the end?"
