Sparks

           The screams, laughs, and surprised gasps of the crowd faded away as I rushed forward. Unable to control myself I shot up from the chair, raced down toward the bowl, skipping three steps at a time, ignoring the shouts of Mari, Ryan, and Jaime. I kept going, my vision tunneling to the point where I only saw Madichi and Oliver.

           "You evil, demented, sick, twisted, b*****d!" I shouted furiously, my voice sounding enhanced, an echo following every syllable at surprising speeds, as if two voices were speaking as one. I could see Madichi smile as I approached. I am going to hit you so hard you will NEVER be able to- Violent thoughts raced through my mind, myself incapable of keeping them in. He began to chuckle, pointing to me and smiling with the crowd. My heart raced, my blood boiled, and a wave of heat rushed over me. Before I knew it I was on the wall of the bowl and lunging toward him, awaiting the sweet feeling of harsh contact.

           But I never hit him. The sense of free falling stalled, but my eyes informed me I didn't hit the ground. "Ooo's" and "Ahh's" escaped the crowd as I realized where I was. I yelped. I wasn't on the ground, nor was I on the ledge. I was freaking levitating in the air. I would have assumed it was my own will had Madichi not had his hands raised like a creepy video game warlock, steely blue light pouring out of his hands, surrounding me like a bubble, and (as far as I knew) holding me up.

            "Yes! Lovely isn't she ladies and gentlemen? Thank you for aiding me my dear. Although I did intend to show this act of magic later on. Don't worry, your friend is fine, just a little joke he asked to play." He explained cheerfully, the annoyance barely detectable in his voice. I looked over at Oliver, who was smiling, mouthing that he got me good that time. I glared at him.

           "Well, now that you have scared me crapless, as well as suspended me in the air, would you mind putting me back on the ground now?" I asked, very matter of factly, still convinced that something was off. My father's best friend had had a side job as a magician, he showed me every trick in the book, this, was most definitely not one of them. Madichi chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on me, no emotion shown.  I smiled an abnormally fake smile and walked away as soon as I hit the ground. I slowly walked up the stair back to my seat, random people in the aisle complementing me on my performance. Once back in the nose bleed section,  I plopped down violently in my seat.

            "Eleahn! You didn't tell us you were in the show!" Ryan exclaimed excitedly.

            "I'm not. Its a cover up. I was going to tackle the b*****d, not take part in his stupid mind game." I spat out harshly. Ryan's smile melted off his face as he shrunk back into his seat. A light chuckle caused us to look at Jaime, who had said next to nothing the entire time.

           "Yeah sure. He's some evil nazi trying to get you to join his ranks by murdering your friends and giant leprechauns. Because a traveling magician just screams EVIL. Nice Eleahn." She spat out sarcastically, laughing. I glared at her, even Mari and Ryan could agree that he was creepy, but naturally she couldn't.

           "I saw him staring at me from behind a  sign outside Jaime! Still think he's not creepy? What do you think I should do? Polietly ask him to hurry upand kill me?" I shouted furious, hushing the surrounding crowd.

           "Everyone has a reason! Just talk to the guy from God's sake!" She screamed.

            "That's a great idea! I was just going to recommend finding the nearest gang and tell them I ratted out their opperation, that way I can save that psychopath the trouble of killing me, but no! That's much better! Lets go with that plan!" I sarcastically exclaimed. She needed to calm down, there was something off about this guy, and it wasn't just me picking up on it. I  could see Mari and Ryan sink into their sinks, preparing for the coming war.

           "Why are you always so god damn dramatic? I swear to god! You are more dramatic than the entire drama club combined! And just so you know, no one gives a CRAP about your god damn opinions okay? Ok, you think the food smells weird, oh ok. Oh, you think the magician is a rapist, oh ok. I mean JESUS CRIST! Can't you just keep something inside for once!" She hollered, her voice raising so loud half the people in the tent stopped talking to listen.

           "Oh, so I offend you with my opinion? You should hear the ones I keep to myself!  You know nothing Jaime! If you'd gone through even a fraction, a fraction, of what I have, then you would understand EVERYTHING! But you haven't! So, you pride yourself on being the biggest b***h in the room! So if you don't mind, please just sit down, shut up, and at least PRETEND like you might have some sort of control or a brain!" I shouted furiously, now letting my anger from her and the idiot on stage shine through. Her eyes swelled with shock, even Mari and Ryan looked startled. Jaime opened her mouth as if she was going to scream back at me, but decided against it. I sighed, I hadn't meant to go that far. "Jaime, I'm sorry, I just lost it-" I began to apologize, but she simply folded her arms and turned back to the show.

          "Save it." she spat out harshly. Guilt ovverwhelmed me as I sat down in my chair. I tride to pay intention and not scream out to Oliver while Madichi the Messed Up sawed him i half and "magically" put him back together. Luckily, the Magical Moron suceeded with his trick, and Ollie came bounding up the stairs and plopped into his seat excitedly, completely unaware of the battle field he just crossed into.

        "Did you see it? I didn't even feel anything! That was just so cool!!!" He exclaimed, practically glowing with joy. I wished I could be happy with him I really could, but today was most definitely not my day. It didn't take Ollie long to realize that something at happened, and he may have just saved his head by not butting into it. The moment Jaime and I shared a cruel, venomous look that declared our existence as nemeses, he knew to just turn his attention back to the show, and watch the Mystical Moron continue his childish tricks.

          I couldn't help but stare at Madichi, most likely because he couldn't seem to stop staring at me. It was like someone replaced his eyes with icy daggers, just as cold, just as cruel, just as innocent seeming. During every trick he would look directly at me, pause, give me his blood curdling, heart stopping, smile, and then complete his "spectacular" feet. By the end of the show, I was just about ready to go up there and drive his black and white baton through his gut.

        As the cheesy circus music returned, the show drew to a close. People began to leave, slowly tricking out of their seats, still standing and clapping. Childish, dazed, smiles still stuck on their faces like they just were hypnotized. I made sure to watch Madichi carefully, to make sure I didn't have him as a shadow yet again. He simply jammed his mad hatter's hat onto his head, bowed, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. The average for a "magically gifted" moron who had a thing for stalking teenage girls.

          I rolled my eyes as we began to leave, Ollie was already raving on and on about the show, even Mari and Ryan were to some extent. Except for me, our group seemed average, but then there was Jaime. She hadn't said a word after her harsh "save it". No glances, no reactions. It was almost as if the puppeteer controlling her life left out her mouth. Her silence was eerie, and it did its job of making me feel like crap about what I had said. I stared down at the tops of my feet as the others slowly shuffled single file out the side isles toward the exit. I could hear already planning second dinner over at the Italian place a block away, and Mari begging him not to get us kicked out again. Their bickering made chuckle as I slowly followed.

          "Hey guys?" I asked, practically needing to raise my hand to acquire their attention. But thankfully, they all turned their heads; Ollie, Ryan, and Mari dramatically, Jaime more with a what is it peasant? vibe. "i'm gonna hit the stalls. Meet yah out back!" I called, already beginning to go against the stream of people, with only half a mind on the bathroom. Ollie, Mari, Ryan, and Jaime or "The Show" as they seemed to refer to themselves as, began to head out, getting lost in the wave rushing toward the exit. Jaime might have been right, as much as I hated to admit it, and I probably needed to talk to the moron in the weird hat. I tried to slow my quickening breathing as I inched closer to the bowl again, the memories of my momentary "suspension" flooding me. Just walk in, as what the hell is up, get an answer, and walk out, no big deal El I kept repeating to myself, trying to keep from my brain that for all I knew he could be like an super evil joker wanna be who had a past time as a murderer and a rapist. I began to walk faster, the sooner I was in, the sooner I was out, as long as I didn't die. Just don't kick any buckets I warned myself jokingly as I approached. I was on the verge of laughing at myself out of pure confusion, fear, nerves, and psychiatric reasons, when my heart stopped, my blood froze, my skin crawled, and a warm, firm hand, wrapped itself securely around my wrist like a cobra.

          I froze, debating furiously whether or not to fight a pointless battle, or desperately pull at chains I knew wouldn't loosen. I opened my mouth to scream on instinct, hoping the last few trickling out of the theater would hear me, but no sound came out.

         "Shhh! Sh! Shush!" The man gripping my limb whispered forcefully, putting a finger to my mouth in the classic "shut up" manner.I nodded and shut my mouth, despite the fact I wanted it so desperately to open and shout "HELP I'M BEING ATTACKED YOU OBLIVIOUS MORONS!", but I restrained, figuring if I saw their face, I could report them as a molester when I escaped. I slowly turned around, his finger still on my lips. Honestly, I was surprised by what I saw. Where as I had pictured my jailer as a six foot tall, ninja like assassin, hair black as onyx, eyes to match, paper white skin, blood red lips, basically, a creeper, or at the very least Madichi, I was thankfully seriously wrong. The man in front of me was no assassin/ninja/pervert, he looked like a neighbor or uncle, despite the methods of shielding himself.

         He wasn't six foot, but he was tall, likely around 5'7'', he had curly dark brown hair instead of a shield of glistening oil, skin more like marzipan than paper, and an uncanny appearance similar  to that of a father. He seemed out of place, like he would more likely be at a basketball game with his son or at a barbecue, not holding me hostage in a tent, in a parking lot, surrounded by hundreds of people. He was normal enough, until I saw his eyes. I had expected the most common eye color in the world, brown, not a green almost identical to mine in a way that they could be exactly the except for a luminescence in his that was all to similar to Madichi's. I gulped, suspicious squelching the previously blooming feeling of hope.

         "Who are you?" I naturally questioned. Who wouldn't want to know who was gripping their arm like it was a rope and they were dangling to their death out of a helicopter, over a volcano, with ninjas on the rim, sharks in the lava, spiders, diseases, and zombies? He looked down as he sighed, the black fedora casting eerie shadows over his face as he fiddled with the old buttons on his long chocolate coat. For someone trying to look inconspicuous and blend in, a dark trench coat, hat, and the fact he was holding a teenage girl by the wrist and keeping her from taking a dump was pretty suspicious.

          "I can't tell you Eleahn, not yet." He stated apologetically, his voice sweet and fatherly. I would have paused at the surprising similarities to my father, had one of his earlier words startled me. I attempted to jerk away, but his firm grip held. Considering my flight instinct didn't really do anything, I resorted to the urge to fight. I through myself into his face, coming closer, within four inches of his nose.

          "How do you know my name?" I sternly asked, practically growling with rage. He looked down sheepishly, as if I had insulted him, and I returned to pulling away, finally managing to release a wimpy grunt of effort.

         "Will you cut it out? I'm trying to help you god d****t!" He stood up, releasing my hand, the force of my pull thrusting my forward into a summersault, leaving me flat on my a*s in the middle of the isle. I glared at him as I stood up and brushed the dirt off.

          "Sorry to disappoint you, but you can't help me, I don't need help. And for the future, its hard for a girl to trust someone who is freaking cutting off circulation in their wrist." I spat out bitterly and took of walking up the ramp, completely screwing my plan of talking to Madichi. I could hear him run up behind me, and continued walking on as he tried to explain why I needed help. When he mentioned my father I turned around faster than I thought possible. "What the hell do you know about my father?" I demanded, my hand hanging in the air as if I was meant to be holding a knife. He looked to the side, it was obvious he had meant to talk about it once he had my trust, assuming he would ever get it.

        "I was very close to your father, and your grandmother for that matter. He introduced me to my wife, and your grandmother taught me everything I know. He came to me when he, got sick." He began to explain, pausing before the word sick, as if he had need to choose his words carefully. "He made me promise that I wouldn't talk to you about this until you were ready, if I ever had to at all. And because of your mother, I haven't been able to get close to all these years and help fill the gap your father left, or get close enough to you to know if he had done what I begged him not to. But, something has happened Eleahn, we cannot wait for you to be ready. And unfortunately, I cannot honor your father's wishes and keep our world from you, nor can you keep your destiny away forever." He foreshadowed, a sad, remorseful look in his eyes. I scanned him suspiciously, as if I was a lie detector, convinced he was the world's largest white lie.

       He looked at me expectantly, but I couldn't look him in the eyes back. He may have known my dad, or he could be a conman, even if he did, he wouldn't just have left me alone to raise myself as well as watch my mother. If he did, he never was a true friend to my father. Without any warning, I pushed his hand off my shoulder where it was resting and began to walk away quickly. The door wasn't far away, and I found myself rethinking of the door earlier, with the encroaching strangers, and the reluctance of the world to let me escape. Five, four, three I counted the feet until I was a foot from the door, when I stopped and sighed. I took a step forward and had a warm presence come at me head on, placing his hand on my shoulder and whispering in my ear.

       "Your special, Eleahn. Just like your grandmother, just like your father. Your different from everyone around you. You don't know it yet, but you will. You aren't like them, you're different, you're special, you can do things they can only dream. This  isn't just about you though, there is more than just this world at stake. And Eleahn, you are stronger than you think, remember that. These were unfortunate circumstances, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Never tell a soul about this, am I clear? You'll know where to find me."

Author's Note

how is the emotion so far? Does it transfer well? Should I change perspective?