Everyone was glaring at me, jaws to the floor in shock. I just laughed. I don’t know how they managed to remain shocked. Training had started off intense for the first week. It was full on and it felt like it never ended. It wasn’t just the physical side either, the mental side of it had been some serious work. Justen coughed and splattered as he laid on the floor, trying to regain his breath. I only threw him a few meters. My control was getting a lot better, but it still wasn’t perfect. I only meant to stop him, not throw him. The finalisation of the bond had unlocked some real power in both of us. The things we could do blew my mind. Vivian said it was magic that had been lost for centuries. If this was the power we had now, I wasn’t surprised everyone back then was scared of a bond like ours. I didn’t want to imagine how much power it would have given back then, when we were a lot stronger.“Pay attention rein in your control”“I bet she did it on purpose” Justen said, winking at
We stood at the edge of the town. It had taken days for us to find it. From our position you could see everyone moving about in the distance. You could hear their gentle chatter. I was nervous, I felt like I could throw up. I swore I was shaking from all the anxiety flowing around in my body. All I could think about was how badly it went last time I talked to them about Charles. Justen and I made our way to the stage in the middle of the town. While Vivian stood guard. No one took any notice of us; they were all too busy going about their own lives. As predicted no one else was around, apart from the towns people. I took shaky steps up the stairs. I can do this I say giving myself a silent pep talk. We get into position.I concentrate on my memories bringing them forward. Pushing them out of my mind and into the air around us. They danced in the air like a projection. Playing the stories of the lost for all to see and hear. The sight of their fragile and damaged bodies came into full
Vivian, Justen and I scurried through the winding corridors. Bursting through doors, searching for clues. We knew Charles was here somewhere. But this stupid place was like a maze. The pressure of finding him as quickly as possible was eating at me. He had a good head start. By the time we had stopped his men and found Vivian he would have had a half hour head start. This stupid game of hide and seek was irritating me. I wanted him to pay for what he had done. Not just to the people around me, but also to me. He had forced my hand and turned me into a murder. The fact of being in the middle of some kind of war, didn’t soften the blow. I had killed, not only strangers but my own parents.“I found him” a voice rings out. We burst through the door and there he was in a part of the bunker I had never seen before.“What is this place?” I ask not really expecting an answer.“Everything. Everything I know and need for my experiments. I knew you were coming. You always came back. So, to tread
I find myself once again sitting in the familiar white leather recliner chair. This place was terrible. The smell of bleach always burnt my nose, it was so sterile. Almost as if they were trying to hide the blood shed they had caused. It freighted me, what did they do in here that required the place to be cleaned so thoroughly, the smell of bleach was consuming. I could only imagine the un-imaginable things they were doing to some of the people here on their visits. I had learnt very early on the only way to survive here is to stay out of trouble and lie.My parents had left me with all their bad memories, it haunted me. I used to think they passed it on so I could one day make a difference. But over time I realized they passed it on, because they were angry that I didn’t have to live with the same pain and suffering they had to. I could feel the sensation of a flash back pushing itself to the surface. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the torment sure to follow. The atmosphere w
I stare up at the leaking ceiling, watching snowflakes drift down from the rafters. My bedroom was in the attic. It was dark and cold, but I liked it. It was hidden away, sometimes it almost felt like a world away. I know it was meant as a sort of punishment being up here. They wanted me to feel left out, unwanted. It did hurt once, but after enough time has passed of feeling unwanted. You find that you get numb to it. It becomes the normal and you realize you just are unaffected by the abuse anymore. But this wasn’t the time to think about that. This was the time to make a plan. A plan to make a better life in a world of hell. I refuse to be a useless bystander in the face of pure injustice any longer. If I wanted change I had to make that change for myself first. I couldn’t rally people together to find out I couldn’t do this.Firstly, I needed to get out this house, my parents would take any opportunity to destroy anything I created. They wouldn’t be able to bare seeing me doing be
My body ached, I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept for more than 3 hours each night for the past week. I had been slaving away at the little farm house. Today marked the day I had finally finished cleaning up the house inside and out. It was a huge achievement, but in the grand scheme of things it felt like nothing. The house was clean, but it was empty. Apart from the wood stove, a kitchen bench, a toilet and a bath. It was nowhere near a home yet, and the thought of trying to get those things on a wage where I could hardly afford food was nauseating. But if nothing else I had a dry and safe place to call my own. Even if I achieved nothing else by this at least I could get away from my parents. I still needed to try and find a bed, cooking utensils and kitchen equipment. Until I could find those I was stuck. I couldn’t live here without the means to feed myself. I dragged my feet along the dirt path towards the family home. At this point I was pretty sure I would have been happy to slee
So far, my search for a match maker had been extremely un fruitful. I haven’t found a thing, whoever was hiding them was doing a good job. I had to admit; it had crossed my mind that that lady may have been insane. Maybe they didn’t exist, I had to look within the city. If word got out, I was looking in town I would be turned in before I could blink. I had one lead left to follow up today. After that I had exhausted all the leads I had thought of. I look a sharp turn, down a small and gloomy ally way. Right on the edge of the city, near a small port was a tiny little wooden shack. This part of the city looked abandoned, before my search I had no idea how many parts of the city had just been forgotten. The bustling centre looked like a fairy tale. Which boggled my mind a little, why were the outskirts of the city so derelict. It didn’t make much sense, was it to help hide the dodgy dealings of the city? Or was the city not doing as well as it made out? Or were these parts just no longe
People dashed past me in a hurry, as they scurried through the narrow streets and stalls. The markets, unfortunately were not what one would think off when they thought of the word market. It was nothing more than a glorified waste site. The stalls, were all filled with rotten, decaying food. This was where the poorest of my people were expected to buy their food. It was disgusting. Fortunately for me, my job paid enough that I could avoid the worse from the markets. Many did not have that kind of luxury. Many were just happy if they managed to afford any kind of food, regardless if it was rotten. I was on the lookout for the cheapest and worst food I could find here. I needed foods with seeds, I had been saving up so I could get a decent variety of items. To begin my growing experiment. I needed to find out if it was possible for me to grow my own food. Growing food would open up a lot of possibilities. I rolled my eyes at the sight of all the guards, how dare we steal spoiled food.