Slipping Supremacy

Chapter 3

Azael's eyes widen. "About Blaze?" She asks, confused and hopeful. 'Maybe he returned!' Azael thinks. Mrs Hall nods and shuffles her feet around a little. "Come in dear. We can't talk about this outside." Mrs Hall steps aside to make room for Azael as she steps inside. Azael goes to sit down on the couch and Mrs Hall enters the living room moments later. Mr Hall walks in and waves at Azael. "Goodmorning Mr Hall." Mrs Hall shrugs and forces a smile at her. "You still have no idea what happened to Blaze, do you?" Mrs Hall asks Azael. She shakes her head. "I have no clue." She sighs. "Well, I- We could tell you what happened to him. But-" Azael's heart races faster and her legs bounce slightly up and down on the ground. "Yes, please!" She cuts Mrs Hall off. "Wait, Azzy, don't get too excited. There is a terrible consequence. And if I tell you the consequence, it'll happen to you." Azael frowns, keeping her legs still again. "And as parents this- this thing is very difficult to cope with. You need to be absolutely sure you want to know about this. You will not have long until it happens to you after we've told this." Azael falls quiet. 'What are they talking about? This makes no sense.' She thinks to herself. "How bad are the consequences?" Azael asks. Mr Hall shrugs. "Nobody really knows." He says softly, fidgeting his fingers. "I- I want to know. I need to know. He would do the same for me." Azael says slowly. "Are you a hunderd percent sure? You will not return back home Azzy. Ever." Mr Hall says, his voice a tad harsh. Azael notices Raven sitting on the stairs, as Raven puts her finger to her lips. Azael frowns slightly and looks back at Mr Hall. "I'm sure." Mrs Hall sighs. "Okay then."

Blaze's disappearence

As I arrive in my street, I see a black unknown car parked outside my house. That's weird. I pick my board up and walk inside. My mother runs in the hallway and hugs me thightly. "Blaze, something's happened. I- You- I can't.." She lets out a sob. I hug her back. "Mom, what happened? What's going on?" My mom lets me go. "You need to hear it for yourself. I can't explain it to you, it- it's too difficult for me." I nod and put my board down as I walk inside the living room. I see 2 men and a woman sitting on our couch in all black army-like clothing. Who are these people? I've never seen them before. The men seem very tall and buff. One of them is dark skinned and 6"5. He smiles at me politely and I force a light smile back. The woman sitting next to him is 5"10 with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. She seems rude and ignores my existence. Her face is tensed up, her energy big. The other man is about 6"0. He's very pale, has black hair and blonde eyes. He seems very young. I think he's in his early 20's. He looks at me in silence and waves a little. "Blaze, right? Hello, I'm Ezequiel. We're here for you." The dark skinned man spoke to me, his voice deep and harsh. "For me? What have I done wrong?" I sit down and fidget my fingers a little. "You've done nothing wrong, but we're here to pick you up." I frown. Pick me up? What's that supposed to mean? "You've probably heard about teens being taken away if they are at least 16. This rumour is true. And you, Blaze, are a very special young man. We're here to take you with us." My eyes widen and I swallow, my throat dry. What? Me? Why? I shrug. "Me? Why am I special? What happens when you get taken? What if I don't want to?" Ezequiel sighs. "Why you? You're special, because you're one of the most bravest teens we've encountered. You're not easy to manipulate," Ezequiel frowns the slightest bit as he says the last sentence, making the change in his face barely noticeable. "And if somebody needs you, you help them no matter what. We need somebody like that. When you get taken away, we set you in a camp with a bunch of other people around your age. We put you there to work for us. You may not want to be taken, but you have no choice. We chose you for a reason. We need people like you working for us." I gulp. This is a lot to take in. I don't want to go anywhere. I'm perfectly fine here. But, I have no choice. Damn it. "How much time do I have left here at home?" I ask Ezequiel. "We're allowing you to have dinner in peace. After that you can have one more hour to say your goodbyes and spend some time with your family. After that we'll arrive back here and you'll pack your stuff. Then we take you with us." I nod. "Well, that's all for now. We'll be back in about.." Ezequiel looks at the clock on our wall and then back to me. "3 hours." They all stand up simultaneously. Ezequiel walks over to me and smiles politely. "Don't worry, Blaze. We don't bite. You'll be treated with good care there." He smiles and takes my hand, shaking it. I nod. "Goodbye for now." Ezequiel shakes my parents hands and walks outside, following the other two. I hear the car drive away. What the fuck is happening? Maybe if I run away, I'll escape this madness. "Don't do it Blaze. I know what you're thinking about." My dad says, putting a hand on my shoulder. He nods his head. "I'm sure you'll be okay." He reassures me. I doubt it, honestly. Nobody ever came back. Why would I? He seems to be trying to reassure himself more than me. "Go enjoy some time at home. Just be downstairs in time." I nod and run upstairs. I'm going to enjoy some gaming time. I turn on my playstation and I sit down on my small black sofa. I choose to play a bit of Call of Duty.