Chapter fourteen: Mortal furyA Chapter by ThatonedawgHere we learn how lesser beings, AKA humans, defend themselves against the supernatural evil that is negative darkness. Hope someone out there enjoys this nonsense!Chapter 14: Mortal fury
A dull, incoherent, groan scratched at my dry
throat, as I struggled to breath. Each and every motion caused my body to be
washed in anguish. Nothing was clear and moving my head, even a little, blurred
my vision dramatically. Deep within my chest, past all the pain, I could feel
my soul trying to spill forth and soothe my afflicted body. Though I tried, it
was impossible to focus on anything other than the critical aching, which
strangled my body like a noose. Attempting to sit up made it feel like my
stomach was full of glass and my spine had been twisted into a knot. A sharp
skirl of suffering burst from my lips, as I felt my muscles lock up and I
desperately thrashed to avoid this feeling. Both my legs kicked uncontrollably
in reaction to the unavoidable pain, which tossed my body in a whirlwind of
suffering. Even breathing became an agonizing process, which caused me to
wheeze out short, whimpering breaths.
"Vyon? Hell man... are you awake
already?" Hiro's voice suddenly whispered, but I couldn't turn to look
around.
"I-is... everyone alright?" My meek
voice was barely even a whisper.
"Thanks for helping them..." I wheezed
feeling infinitely lighter all of a sudden. "I'm... sorry you had to
rescue me..." Adding this hurt my pride, but I truly felt bad.
"Christ kid, you think I would let you
perish this close to home? We're a little more professional than that."
His humor was heartwarming, but the laughter hurt incredibly.
"Does everyone... know what happened?"
I asked unsure if he would get what I meant.
"Well, yes and no..." Hiro began
putting his head in his hands, as I felt him lean on the bed. "They don't
know anything about the near perfect fuzen you destroyed." He took on a
cheering tone and nudged me, much to my shoulders dismay. "I just told
them you have something to tell them and they were begging for answers until
they fell asleep."
"W-wait... what?" A raspy shout blurted
forth. "You mean... I'm just gonna tell them?" I struggled out each
word, as I lay twitching and gasping in the bed.
"Well... yeah, we don't really have a choice
here..." Hiromasa peered down at me with a half frustrated and half
furious eyes. "The boys saw everything..." He added flashing me a
menacing stare.
"That can be brushed off eventually. Bad
drugs, optical illusion, paranormal stuff, whatever... They just saw her levitate
for a few seconds." Hiromasa waved his hand around as he spoke. "They
did not need to see their best friend, as a living inferno, in a one on one
death match, with Satan!" His voice rose until it was at a loud whispery
shout.
"Sorry... I thought I wouldn't see them
again..." Was all I could manage to say, as his spotlight eyes scoured my
weakened emotions.
"You need to sleep kid. We'll figure this
out when you feel better, alright?" Hiromasa broke the stillness and I
felt a bit relieved.
"Deal... and thank you again." My
rasping voice was weak, but I tried my hardest to inflect sincerity.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I
knew, it was early morning. Several hours had passed, but sleep only felt like
minutes. My body was feeling more numb now and the neck brace was gone, which
felt nice. My limbs were less stiff, but the pain was still present, if not
worse... From my scalp, to my ears, to my chin, every inch of my face ached.
All around my torso, cuts and scrapes stung atop throbbing internal injuries.
Both legs felt paralyzed and the trembling motions I achieved, only brought
terrible misery. Still, I could sense the presence of Hina's magic medicine and
I knew she has been taking care of me. It exhausts her so greatly to heal
others wounds, so helping me has probably been rough. I will have to do
something to thank her when I'm feeling better.
A soft knock hit the door. "Vyon? Are you
awake?" Lyra's voice cooed into the room.
Craning my neck, I winced with pain, but upon
seeing her I smiled deeply. Her eyes welled with emotion and became glassy
sheets of solid blue. Her knees almost buckled and she fell against the doorway
weeping. Long deep gasps of somber grief were coughed out, as she tried to
stare at me through tear strewn eyes. Instantly I felt myself starting to cry
and I tried to sit up, but only slumped a little. She ran to me and threw her
arms around my neck, which caused me to grunt from pain. Her cryinging on my
body wasn't warming, but seeing her and knowing she was alright made up for
that. I put my arms around her and tried to console Lyra with a strong hug.
"Lyra... please don't cry." I said
after a moment, but she didn't stop. "Everything’s fine, please... I hate
seeing you cry." I added rubbing her back as best I could.
"I suppose you want an explanation..."
A coy smile crept up my face and she slapped me softly.
"The others said you were on fire and... and
had a sword..." She was shaking terribly, but I held her tightly to try
and calm her down. "The guys said you were flying around, trying to kill
the devil, but you couldn’t... then you exploded..." She added suddenly
overwhelmed, her head falling.
"Just try to stay calm. Nothing is wrong
Lyra." I held her hands tightly and looked her deep in the eyes, with my
one un-bandaged eye. "That's normal for me!"
"WHAT?" She pushed me back, her eyes
filling half her face. "NORMAL?"
I sighed, seeing that I had shaken her again.
"Just let me explain. Is everyone else awake?" I referenced the open
door.
Her shoes clopped on the wooden floor causing an
echoed thud each time. The raspy voice was strained with the weight of sadness
and worry, causing her to speak strangely. As Lyra woke everyone up, I leaned
further up and covered the bloodier bandages on my stomach. The pain had
returned and I wasn't prepared for it, but it was manageable enough to use my
powers.
Inside my thoughts, I was hard pressed to find
words... What the hell do I say? I guess I will break it down as simply as
possible, to keep them on the same level. F**k the tension makes it hurt more...
Something I have wanted for so long, but saw as taboo, is now going to
happen... This is gonna be so surreal… None of them will believe me, but that
is to be expected.
"Vyon, bro!" Zen grabbed my head and
looked into my good eye. "Dude are you alright? Everything work
properly?" His worry was touching, considering he was showing maturity,
which is rare. "My god it's good to see you awake!"
Shio cried, the crack in his voice made me smile.
"I'm alright guys, thanks." A surge of
pain made me grit my teeth and I chuckled through the grief. "I'm mostly
good..." My correction made them more worried, but I just sighed, knowing
this wouldn't be easy.
"What the hell happened..." Shio was
paler than printer paper.
"You were completely ignited, but you don't
have any burn marks... What is going on?" Max noticed quickly, his
observation leading me to sigh softly.
"Vyon... What do you have to tell us?"
Lyra asked taking one of my hands gently.
"It isn't going to be... easily
accepted..." I muttered bowing my head.
The looks they gave me were awaiting and dire.
Shio and Lyra were grim stricken, but Shio was more alarmed, where Lyra was
frightened. Maxwell seemed mystified and cautious all rolled into one. His dark
eyes flashed when our gazes met, signaling his inner concern. Zenex was
obviously disturbed, but his inviting and intrigued smile masked it well. In
essence the mood was very tense, but I knew it would be divided into disbelief
and shock soon enough.
"Alright listen..." I began and they
all leaned a little closer. "All around you, around us... are hidden
creatures. They are made from and feed on, negative emotions... and human
souls." Each set of eyes burst with confusion, judgment, and astonishment.
"I know it sounds insane, but Hiromasa, Hina, and I are what's called sin
splitters." Each of them was now awaiting me to crack, break the joke and
tell them something real... "Essentially you saw me using my powers to
kill a strong fuzen, demon, uhh... monster..." I fumbled for the correct
word, but it didn't matter, they were aghast by what I just said.
"Now ya know how I felt." Hiromasa
leaned into the doorway causing the others to jump. "How ya feeling
Vyon?" Hiromasa asked handing a tall glass of water my way.
"Not great, but better..." It wasn't
the pain so much, I felt like an idiot or a freak.
"So wait you're both are serious? Vyon have
you lost your mind?" Maxwell shook his head, wide eyed, shoving a thumb
toward Hiromasa.
"Hey you..." Hiromasa looked Max dead
in the face and summoned his aura.
Everyone gasped and scrambled away, Zen shouting
more like a girl than Lyra. It was funny because to me, he simply caught fire
and walked to the doorway. But to the others, he disappeared entirely then
reappeared moments later. What I was now curious about is whether or not they
could hear our teleporting as well, since we are visible for moments before and
after. Do humans see our fire or do we simply blink out of existence? Everyone
looked back at me astounded and sort of scared. This fear was combined with
various other emotions, each paired to a different person.
"Now you know why I run off sometimes. I
kill these things so no one gets hurt... Well, less people get hurt." My
response was much less confident than I would have hoped for.
"So wait then, we weren't all tripping
balls?" Zen said after a moment of silence.
"How is this even possible?" Maxwell
shook his head and put his face in his palm. "None of this makes any
sense..."
"We can do a hell of a lot more than just
that..."Hiromasa laughed a bit himself.
"Vyon's right actually. We naturally live
about double a humans life span, sometimes much more." Hiromasa informed
me, much to our interest, especially mine.
"This all sounds so hard to believe..."
Maxwell put a hand to his chin and thought deeply.
"I'm not saying I don't believe him... It's
just heavy man..." Shio added, shaking his head slightly.
"You don't have to believe anything Einstein,
but you better thank your friend for what he did!" Hiro jumped to defend
me and I was speechless at how effective he was.
"Never have been before..." Hiromasa
joked, as I was preparing my response.
"We blend in pretty well, don't we?"
Hina added, stepping into the room suddenly. "How ya feelin?" She
took my temperature using the back of her hand.
"Not great, but getting better, thanks to
you." I tried to convey as much gratitude as I possible could to her.
"Surprised you are this active to be honest..."
Hina faded off thinking for a moment, then giggled. "Damn, I'm good!"
She pretended to polish her nails.
"Thank you!" Lyra's voice wavered with
sadness and I saw tears forming. "Thank you so much..." She repeated
softer, causing my eyes to become misty.
Everyone had a differing reaction to Hina, but
everyone was equally disarmed. Not knowing how acquainted they were made things
a little weird, but I was certain Hina made them feel right at home. Hiromasa
on the other hand... who knows... My soul lifted to its highest point, as I
watched Hina care for Lyra now as well. Lyra was done crying pretty soon though
and I had to slyly wipe my own tears away, as the attention was put back on me.
"Are you a... Are you like Vyon?" Shio
asked Hina and she nodded.
"Yup, the technical term would be twin
soul." She offered to shake hands with him and he did reluctantly.
"Do you just... die?" Shio asked wide
eyed and tensed.
"Listen, please..." Hiromasa began, but
they were panicking now.
"We... we hurt people?" Lyra was
mortified. "Will we try to... kill you guys?" Her throat tightened
and I saw tears coming again.
"How do we stop it? There has to be a
way!" Zen demanded answers.
"This is complete nonsense..." Maxwell
scanned the floor, deep in thought, unwilling to accept what he has seen and
heard.
"Where were you then? Why did Vyon have to
fight alone?" Maxwell jeered causing Hiromasa's eyes to ignite with fury.
"He almost died protecting us!" Lyra
interjected over Hiromasa, a small streak of anger edging her voice.
"Yeah, no offense V, but bullshit! He fought
the freaking devil! You need, like..." Zen began counting then shook his
head. "Like, at least five guys, or something!" I couldn't avoid
laughing at Zen's mannerisms.
"That isn't the point!" Zen cried back,
his voice bordering upset.
"Is there anyway we can defend
ourselves?" Lyra asked, her voice still verging on tears.
"Yeah, there has to be!" Shio's loud
whisper barely made it across the room.
“The best way is to simply stay positive. Live
good wholesome lives and try to avoid all negative emotion.” Hiromasa was sugar
coating this, four people wouldn’t change a thing.
“We mean combating these creatures, not just
avoiding them.” Maxwell had a harsh tone of annoyance, as he hated being
patronized.
"Well... actually... There are ways humans
can fight fuzen." Hiromasa thought awhile, but the second he said this the
room erupted with gasps. “Humans have assisted sin splitters in the past…”
"Help? Are you serious?" Hiromasa was
astounded enough to ask this aloud.
"Vyon, correct me if I am wrong, but isn't
your main goal to protect your friends?" Hiromasa asked and I nodded to
him, sniffling softly. "Well, if they are with you all the time, you
wouldn't have to worry!" It was difficult to disagree with that logic, but
part of me needed to desperately.
"You know me man, everything's a game!"
Zen replied, his eyes bright as stars, once he saw Max smile back.
"Seriously though, I'm not dying because you
were screwing around!" Maxwell spoke adamantly after that momentary
weakness.
"I suppose it will..." Hiromasa
pondered something a moment, but just sighed and hung his head. "Let me
just say, I'm a conscientious objector to this, but I wont stop you..." My
mouth dropped open and my eyes pleaded with Hiro.
"Sign me up!" Zenex was the first to
react to this open invitation.
"No turning back now." Shio looked
down, taking a moment to think.
"Someone has to look after you two..."
Maxwell glanced between Zen and I, then added Lyra to his joke.
"Alright then, let's get started..."
Hiromasa stood up quickly and began to leave. "Just a moment
everyone." His voice called from down the hall, but his sigh was louder…
"Yeah, thanks man, but seriously... How
could you keep this from me?" Zenex fell against the wall, pretending to
be distraught.
"I suppose that's where you've been getting
all those wounds from?" Lyra sent a small frown my way, but I just laughed
and rubbed my head as best I could.
“I will not.” Hiromasa called from down the hall.
Hiromasa had a jar about half full of pure negativity...
The thick red smoke swirled and congealed unnaturally in the jar, as everyone
examined it closely. As each person got closer, the smoke would gather as if
trying to reach them through the glass. Hiro shot a quick glance my way and
smiled, seeing that I understood what was going on. My heart got a little cold,
when I saw Lyra leaning so close to pure evil. It gathered and pulsated against
the inner jar, trying to take control.
"Pleasures all mine." They shook hands
and Hiro gave him the jar. "Now close your eyes and look at it
again." He instructed Max, but he seemed skeptical.
With a small shrug, Max shut his eyes and
refocused himself. Holding the jar in front of him, he sighed upon hearing the
whispers and snickers. Hiromasa stood up and moved to Maxwell's side. Waving a
hand in front of his face, Hiro seemed to test his vision. He quickly did this
again, only this time he coated his hand in a violet blaze. Maxwell reacted to
this second passing and he darted his closed eyes around in a searching motion.
His breathing became uneven and everyone fell silent. Hiromasa snapped his
fingers a few times, causing Max to dart his head around. It was as if he could
sense the aura with his eyes closed, but yet was still unable to actually see
it, if that makes sense...
Hiro moved closer and gently touched Max's
forehead with two fingers, causing him to tense with shock. Max’s fingers
clawed at the jar for a second and he grit his teeth, as Hiromasa continued to
apply pressure with two fingers. With a short gasp, Max's eyes sprung open and
Hiromasa pulled his hand away. Max appeared a little disoriented, but when he
looked down at the jar, he nearly dropped it from shock.
"What did you do?" I asked him, stunned
that they are actually going to be able to see fuzen...
"I'm essentially trying to make the contents
of the jar, something humans can perceive." Hiromasa's reply made sense,
but he continued giving more insight. "If I can get them to see something
they understand, then they will be able to see fuzen. Or at least that's what
the book is telling me! A lot of opening the third eye, expanding the
consciousness, and all that jazz." Hiromasa smiled defensively, as I don't
think he really knew the ins and outs.
"Forget it, moving on. Let's try again, we
have to get through all of you!" Hiromasa instructed and Max picked up the
jar of evil once more.
Watching the process again I think it made more sense.
Hiro would wave split-spirit energy into his closed eyes and the reactions
seemed to further his sight. When he touched Max's forehead it seemed to gather
the power, through his eyes and into his brain. I'm unsure how this granted
them enlightened vision, but I would assume something involving the seed of
consciousness... The act of touching the forehead seemed to be some kind of on
switch, for it always made him open his eyes, usually in an alarmed way. Not
that it harmed Max, just seemed to startle him. Again, I am unsure what was
actually taking place, but I didn't want to interrupt with questions...
Hiromasa proceeded to repeat this strange vision
testing with each of my friends. Over the course of two, three hours tops, each
person had a chance to try and see what was really there. It was very slow
going at first, a shade lighter at a time, but some of them picked it up
quickly. Lyra's progression was especially rapid and with just two sight
sessions, she was able to see it as blood red liquid. Each person eventually
ended up on the same consensus about the contents of the mason jar. Apparently
humans see pure negative power as a type of sludge, not unlike what a fuzen
dissolves into upon death. A red, but near black, paste of viscous texture.
Though they got the color correct, none of them saw it, as it actually was...
Negative power takes the form of smoke, all the better to possess you with, I
suppose…
"Alright next, you all should..."
Hiromasa faded out choppily, frowning at his book. "Oh s**t... None of you
mind going blind, do you?" He suddenly added turning back to them and they
became silent instantly. "Just kidding... Relax!" Hiromasa threw up
his hands defensively, the book floating in place, via two smoldering handprints.
"Not funny!" Lyra exclaimed, waving a
hand his way.
Virulent red smoke poured upward and swirled like
a small galaxy. Everyone erupted with reactions. Each voice rang out in alarm
and questions flew like bullets in a bank robbery. Lyra hid behind Shio, but
Max and Zen stood, shoulder to shoulder, in front of them. My head swung
rampantly between my friends and the congealing orb, blurs cutting out the in
between images. Hiromasa seemed pleased, but they cowered, watching the
substance rise and move with a ghostly freedom. Soon though, they settled down,
and the orb just drifted about aimlessly. I am unsure, but it felt as if the
negative force was being controlled by Hiromasa or held in check by his power.
Each of them looked on in wonder, watching and waiting for something else
astounding to happen.
"Wh-what is this stuff?" Zenex stepped
forward, Lyra following shortly behind.
"How is it... floating?" Lyra asked,
leaning a bit closer to the vile substance.
"Plenty of chemicals react to oxygen, but...
this is..." Maxwell's voice faded and I saw him shiver in reaction to the
negative force.
"Why does it feel... so... awful?" Shio
wasn't willing to move closer, but he examined it with the same intensity as
the others.
"No, this is pure negative energy. This is
what turns humans into fuzen..." Hiromasa shattered their cheery
investigations with dark words. "Our kind call it sin, but it has nothing
to do with religious teachings at all." Hiromasa explained, but they were
too scared to pay close attention.
"Nothing to worry about everyone! All humans
produce this, pretty regularly..." Hina palmed herself in the face,
realizing she failed miserably to lighten the mood.
"Don't worry you guys! We see this crap all
the time! I'm amazed you all can see it too!" I laughed broadly, but
coughed, then chuckled softer to avoid pain.
"Yeah, you can do something that normally
takes adults years! Congrats!" Hina threw her hands up, pleased with their
progress.
"Yes, you all are making astounding
progress, but I think I know why." Hiromasa stood and seized the orb with
cage like fingers. "Vyon is technically a supernatural being, something
most humans do not come into contact with often. The fact you all grew up
together, has probably had a flourishing effect on your own souls. You are more
aware of spiritual presence, even if you don't know it." Hiromasa
explained as he forced the sinister mist back into the jar.
"So if a human lives around otherworldly
stuff or what have you, they will develop the ability to see fuzzen?"
Zenex asked, his intellect shining through briefly.
"More than that. According to this book,
humans have reported being able to predict the future, commune with nature or
the dead, and even read other peoples thoughts." Hiromasa adding this
amped the rooms energy up to eleven.
"NO WAY!" Zen exploded, tugging his
hair softly.
"Yeah, it isn't normal to just spring up
though. Most people who experience this in your culture are considered insane
or viewed as not normal." Hina added to explain away Max's usual
questions.
"This connection you share will make
combating the fuzen easier. A strong spiritual bond is the first step to
transcending mortal coils." Hiromasa spun the jar on his finger and spoke
in a quoting tone. "Follow me everyone, Hina will you assist Vyon?"
He asked, waving to the others.
"No you guys, I could probably walk! Don't
worry." I smiled up at them, trying to swing my legs out of the bed, but I
only move a bit.
"You're a hero man! Damn bro, you're like...
cosmic level or something!" Zenex had a little freak out moment.
"A demonstration would've changed our minds."
Shio's voice of reason made me stop laughing to think of an answer.
"Yeah, I didn't want you guys getting hurt,
which is why I am still against this... sort of..." I replied to Hina's
spunky comment and they all laughed.
"Keep talkin like that, I just might!"
My growling threat made him yip comically.
"Alright gather round everyone!"
Hiromasa appeared at the door with a musty old box and the jar of negativity.
"These things are rare, so each of you can only pick one. Try to use your
heart, let your gut instinct tell you what to choose." He flipped the lid
off the box, which was labled "stuff", and a wall of backs blocked
out my vision.
"What is all this junk?" Zen asked
innocently, but I saw Hiromasa's aggravation.
"But what do they do?" Maxwell tried to
understand how these were weapons at all. "How can these things fight off
a threat?"
Scouring the box, I watched each one of my
friends fight to find something special. Watching through the moving bodies, I
caught glimpses of the contents in question. Nothing stood out particularly,
but my heart told me something was different about this motley assortment of
items. The box held a few unique looking items and a few plain as day objects.
There was a silver bracelet, a wooden spoon, a hand mirror, a small pebble, a
strange symbol on a necklace, some spare clock arms, a segment of chain, two
carved wooden charms, and a steel bell on a red ribbon. Everyone’s energy and
excitement fell several octaves after going through all this random assortment
of clutter.
"What is this thing?" Lyra picked up
the silver loop and began examining the charm, which hung from it.
"It appears to be a bracelet of some kind..."
Zen's painfully simple response was obviously not what she wanted.
"Now that I'm wearing this, I feel a little
different. Lighter maybe or..." Lyra stood up and examined herself, but
quickly turned her gaze to the bracelet.
"It feels so strange..." Lyra rubbed
her wrist beneath the magic metal. "Is this what you guys feel?" She
asked the three of us.
"I'll show you! Lyra, was it? Please come
here dear." Hiromasa held an arm open inviting her to join him.
"Now I want you to focus on this and only
this." Hiromasa referenced the little diamond that hung from the bracelet.
"Great work, but this is only step one. Now
you need to grab the stone, using the hand that holds the bracelet, but avoid
touching the stone directly." His instructions made her brow furrow with
confusion. "I know that doesn't make sense, but trust me. You'll understand..."
He added backing away with an encouraging smile.
After a shrug, she began trying to snatch the
floating crystal from her upturned palm. Lyra swung her fingers for the glowing
gem repeatedly, but nothing happened. Most times the crystal didn't react and
other times, she would zap herself and wave that hand like she had been shocked.
I hated watching her in pain, but even my boyfriend side couldn't avoid how
funny it was. Watching her being super serious made the inevitable cursing and
pained noises, that much more hilarious. Though I chuckled off and on, the
others were focused like their lives depended on it. To them, this must be the
most exciting thing that has ever happened! It doesn't exactly sit right with
me, but the sheer joy each face radiated, was palpable. Even stubborn Hiromasa
couldn't avoid cracking a few smiles!
"Hell yeah baby!" Lyra shouted in a
monsters voice. "That was awesome, I so call this!" Lyra peered at her
palm, examining the free floating bracelet.
"DUDE! That was freaking tight!" Zenex
practically rolled over himself in excitement.
"Was that... did that really just
happen?" Maxwell took a few meek steps toward the damaged tree.
"I feel a little less worried now..."
My nonchalant attitude made her rush over to me, laughing the whole way.
"Thank you for letting us help!" Hiro's
face turned pink and he stared down at her with a sheepish smile. "We
promise to do our best!" Lyra saluted and Hiromasa returned it with an
added "at ease".
With Lyra near me now, I was able to examine the
bracelet and what was happening up close. As I stated before, the diamond
shaped gem is now inlaid within Lyra's frail hand. The chain, which connected
the gem to the bracelet, has now separated and each link slowly orbits around hers
hand. The band itself is a tapered silver circle with curls at the opening. On
the surface are several detailed and decorative floral carvings. Hiromasa
informed her that she could "push the gem free", to return it to a
bracelet. Doing so caused a flash of light, which shrunk inward, bringing the
segments of chain with it. They unified with a ghostly metallic ringing and the
bracelet was incognito once again! To anyone unaware, this would look like any
other piece of vintage jewelry.
"That is so awesome! Why did you wanna hide
this from me!" Lyra swatted me playfully.
"Damn man, I want something cool too!"
Zenex pulled his spiky hair and scanned the boxes contents again.
"That's awesome Lyra! How do you... What is
it..." Shio was speechless, his wide amber eyes completely lost in
amazement.
"Stop being such a child!" Max
complained back, turning away from Hiro.
"Ouch, damn it!" Max waved his hand and
blew on it gently, then waved the cross itself.
Maxwell was like an atheist librarian! So asking
him to suddenly accept the supernatural and get in touch with it... That’s like
asking a stripper to become a nun, or vice versa! All jokes aside… I can
understand the difficulty for him. This was hard for me to believe and I was
able to see it all first hand! Regardless, I want nothing more than for my
friends to be able to, if not help, at least defend themselves! Max took a deep
breath after another string of failed attempts, then grit his teeth, bit his
lip, and held his hand firmly on the unpolished gold icon. I swear I heard a sizzling...
Grunting with pain he held for a moment, then released his hand upward.
Silver light radiated from his palm and began
shooting outward like miniature comets. Each lengthy, sparkling strand darted
out a differing angle only to arch back and join within the loop of the ankh.
For a moment the necklace began producing a field of light from the top of the
pendant! This sadly didn’t last long, as Maxwell fell to one knee and had a
moment of delirium similar to Lyra’s. After about a minute, he rose and took a
deep breath then shuddered out a small “wow”. Rising quickly, Maxwell had most of
disbelief washed away.
“Still think I’m crazy?” I mocked him, but the
smile he gave me was sincere and emotional.
The ankh itself had changed little, but the
length of it had extended slightly to serve as an actual handle. Atop the ankh
was a long, curved, single edged blade. This supernatural scimitar was a faded
steel color, with a glowing scarlet edge. Its wicked curved design made me
cringe at the thought of it slashing into something. The edge of his sword
didn’t appear to be solid however… When it moved, a trail of thinning
distortion revealed it to be heat or energy of some kind! It still produced a
faint moaning sound, but only when it was swung through the air. At the base of
the blade, three small gold seals were etched in a triangular stack. The chain
now hung from the base of the handle, in two divided strands.
“Holy crap!” Zenex was now visually disturbed,
but also impressed.
“Man… that looks dangerous!” Shio added
approaching with Lyra.
“It feels like… I’m not sure how to describe
this…” Maxwell began lifting the sword to his face again. “It’s like what I’m
holding isn’t solid anymore… It feels like warm sand or something…” His
explanation was vague, but that didn’t matter.
“Can I touch it?” Shio reached for the glowing
portion.
“Pick your own!” He pushed him away, then gasped
with pain.
With one hand raised in front of his face, she
began concentrating a healing spell. I have come to know the bursts of green
sparks and long strands of flowing silvery light, very well. She gently ran
this over his hand and he tensed up, his other hand flying to the now shaking
arm. A growing shout rose until he was forced to gasp in a deep breath. After
this, he sighed deeply and clenched his hand shut, the white light fading back
into Hina’s palms. Maxwell was still shaking a bit and staring at his healed
palm. Zen slapped the necklace in his once burned hand and pat his shoulder.
“That was incredible…” Lyra whispered to Shio,
then leaned toward me with the same astonishment.
“Shut up Zen…” Maxwell replied, hushed by the
moment and the real magic.
“I think you’re now aware of the powers we deal
with. How do you feel Eins-… Maxwell?” Hiromasa spoke fondly, though he almost
insulted him.
“Alright, that’s it… I’m picking! What does this
do? Is this gonna hurt?” Zenex pulled out the wooden charms, then the wooden
spoon.
“Just because you pick something doesn’t mean you
have to take it.” Hiromasa informed him, the smile unavoidable.
“Alright, yeah, of course… But what does it do?”
He delicately held the pair of clock arms this time.
“You know what, fine… This is perfect for you!”
Hiromasa pretended to show insight, which made me snicker.
“Really?” Zen’s eyes dazzled with hope.
“You’ll see, it takes a unique form. Let me see
it.” Hiro’s voice was becoming impatient.
“No way! Dude come on!” Zenex begged. “I’m sorry!
I am!” He crossed his hands into a little prayer.
“Try to be a big boy, alright?” Hina appeared at
the door laughing.
“I understand, I’m really sorry!” Zenex
responded, with a small smirk still in tact.
“If only I could get him to do that…” Max
muttered to Lyra, who laughed.
Zenex followed instructions closely, but still
nothing happened right away. Unlike the others, he near immediately caused a
faint reaction. It was small at first, the pair of clock arms simply hovered
for a moment above his palm. After several honing efforts, Zen was able to make
them rotate in his grasp, like his hand was a clock face! This was painfully
slow at first, each tick moving slower than we would count seconds. Over time,
pun intended, he was able to speed up this process and create a tiny whirlwind
of metal. It sort of looked like a party trick or a toy, since all it seemed to
do was orbit around one another. Still this had to be building to something
good! All my powers have become somewhat second nature to me, but this is
completely new! How have I never known about this stuff?
With a great deal of caution, Zenex began trying
to cup his hands together, only to hurt himself several times in a row. Like
Maxwell, Zen had to pay a painful price to attempt to summon this weapon.
Unlike Max, Zenex had to pay with blood… Each time he tried, a louder shout of
pain caused him to fling his bleeding hand backward and clutch it heavily. This
process was the hardest to watch by far… During this trial and error, Zenex was
given his first dose of magic medicine, which he explained as “better than
drugs”. This got the crowd to laugh, even uneasy Shio who still nervously poked
through the box of magical trinkets.
“Alright, I got it this time!” Zenex announced
lifting his flat palm slowly and hovering his other hand atop it. “F**k, oh
Christ!” Zen cried out, flinging the bloodied clock arms to the ground.
His hand was sheared badly. Three deep, extensive
gouges lined his palm and coated his arm in blood. Zen fell to one knee and
grit his teeth, his eyes squint shut to keep back tears. As he turned away, I
glimpsed his disappointment, the tears breaking free from his eyes and rolling
down his cheeks. It was a little heart breaking, Zenex is always so happy, why
does he have to be hurt so badly. I guess you could call this tough love, a way
of teaching him what it may be like. Zen has been hurt before, but lacerations,
deep flesh splitting wounds…
“Relax bud, you’re trying to hard.” Hina
explained, healing his slashed up hand once more. “You know you can do it,
right?” She picked up the ornate metal tabs, wiped the blood away, and folded
them into his hand.
“Y-yeah…” He replied while still wincing from the
pain of having wounds removed.
“That’s all it takes bud. You got this, just have
faith!” She took a few steps back, leaving a spark of enthusiasm for him to
work with.
Though they both laughed, Hiro’s face still held slivers
of disappointment. I knew he couldn’t stay mad at me for long, but I still felt
bad. This cannot be something he ever wanted to deal with… Hina on the other
hand was ecstatic about the whole situation! She seemed eager to make my
friends hers as well, but I think they already liked her on some level. How can
you not gravitate toward people with super powers? Not to mention the two of
them are very different and my motley family has always held that in high
regards. I cannot stress how good it felt to not have any secrets… The fact
that my friends are not only aware of my powers, but gaining abilities of their
own made my heart feel like steel!
In true Zenex nature, he interrupted our minor conversations,
as he managed to finally unsheathe the weapon within his charm! The metal clock
arms gave off a circular wave of rainbow hued light and emitted a wild array of
sounds. Like a firework going off in reverse, all the color it had scattered by
whirling around, concentrated and all sound cut off. With a small circular
pulse, a figure formed in his grasp, both hands grabbing a hold greedily. In
his grasp was a metal handle, surrounded by a large brass cog. The sheen of
this copper colored gear made it stand out against the black handle and
markings on the cog itself. Extending at an angle from the cog evenly, were the
clock arms! They had changed size, as did Max’s necklace, but they also became
thicker finer steel! It was a bow! The two clock arms were fitted in the gear
at angles, which caused the tail ends to touch at the front of the cog.
Connecting the two bracketed clock arms was a thin, glimmering, taught chain.
The sparkling string was a gleaming platinum color, which stood out against the
black metal of the clock arms. Each arm now revealed the intricate detail of
its construction, they were formed from perfectly worked flat rods of dark
colored metal. Each was curved outward to a square shape, but thinned after a
short distance to form flared points. The chain was hard to stare at, it gave
of so much energy that it made noise when it moved! Zenex was slack jawed and
his eyes opened to image mirroring size. Reaching forward he gently gripped the
string and as he pulled back, the gear around his hand rotated gently.
A spark of light formed just above, where you
would rest the readied arrow. As Zen pulled the chain backward a large stream
of light stretched to his moving hand from this point above the handle. It
looked similar to warp drive in sci-fi movies, but I choose to describe it as
light being caught in slow motion. Or maybe time moving slower than light can
handle… Whatever happened, when it caught up and formed, Zen had an arrow! It was
an copy of the clock arms! It’s the second hand! It was thinner, longer,
sharper and shaped perfectly. Zenex let out a howl of joy, swinging the weapon
sky ward and releasing the arrow. Instead of a solid metal arrow, a burst of
multi-colored energy was radiated from the flight path of the disintegrating
projectile! What a freaking cool weapon! Man… I get a stupid sword with a tail
on it… Zenex cheered, danced, pranced, and overall praised his choice. It was
pretty awesome to see Maxwell crack a tiny smirk. Seeing his idiotic dancing
made the others laugh out loud, but not nearly as much as Zen.
“Hell, to the f*****g yes!” He threw his hand in
the air, holding the heavy looking bow overhead. “Dude, this thing is freaking
tight!” Zenex held it by the bow body, examining it in both hands. “Ouch, what the…”
He drew a hand back, tensing the other one in a delicate way.
“I think I may regret arming this young man…”
Hiromasa said gently palming himself in the face.
“I don't know, enthusiasm is a powerful emotion!”
Hina nudged Hiro, who seemed to react to this positively.
“You better mister!” Hina leaned forward to give
me a funny glare.
“Hey Vyon, think fast!” Zen had an arrow aimed my
way and I gasped, throwing up my hands. “SIKE!” He shot it into the air again,
creating a display of temporal fireworks.
Lyra had been walking over to Zen since the
insults began raining upon him. Zenex turned to respond, an obviously foolish
remark on his mind, but Lyra prevented him from even blinking. She landed a
solid, sailing slap that traced the air from behind her head. It clapped with a
great amount of impact, causing Zen’s head to be tossed sideways. He stared
blankly at the house for several seconds, then blinked as he slowly returned
his gaze to reality. My own laughter started it, but everyone joined in except
the two of them. She glared at him, kindles of hatred burning out in her eyes.
He whimpered, quivering lipped and soft eyed, but she didn’t flinch. As if to
warn him, she rose her hand sharply and he backed away, raising the bow.
“You. Better. Focus!” Lyra got louder, as each
punch got heavier. “Stop f*****g around!” She delivered one more as he began to
run away.
“I like her! She’s got the fire!” Hina whispered
loudly down to me.
“Thanks Lyra!” I called to her, but she just shot
me a smirk as she chased Zen.
“This one isn’t complicated, you just gotta be
strong enough.” Hiromasa jabbed at him once he seemed to give up.
A lopsided frown grew across Shio’s face, but he
quickly smirked. Rolling up his sleeves, Shio slapped his hands together and
approached the rough stone spire once more. With a great deal of effort, he
began struggling to pull the sword from the stone, or whatever the hell is
going on exactly… It was something I could have probably done with my
supernatural strength, but Shio was a big dude and I had confidence! Though
tubby, he was pretty muscular underneath it all!
One attempt to remove his weapon from the ground,
caused a noticeable rumble! Like a locational earthquake, I felt the house
shift and everyone feet shuffled lightly. Shio’s face illuminated with extra
hope and he began grappling to fight the weapon free. Shio being excited and
the strain this was putting on him, made him turn red and lose his breath a few
times. We quickly talked him back into trying, both as friends and as
interested onlookers.
It was sort of funny to watch Shio lose himself,
as he tried to raise the weapon from the earth. His defining effort was no
different than any other, so maybe he was literally loosening it. With a
massive, ground shaking blast of loose earth, Shio fell backward. A scattering cloud
of dust gave way to raining blobs of mud and rock. They pelted all around and
some of the others had to duck and dodge to maintain safety. Lyra rushed to the
porch and I put my arm over her, she was shaking lightly, but it was excitement!
Within Shio’s grasp was a large lump of gray rock. It was made of one solid
piece of stone, but a carved handle had clearly been made. It was a hammer… I
think…
One would not think it was a hammer from the
rough and unshaped length, but once the head was seen you could tell. A flat,
circular striking surface had been expertly shaped into one side. One the
reverse, three jagged spikes protruded outward with even spacing. Looking
closer, I saw they were mountains! Tiny snow capped, tree covered, animal
inhabited mountains… Wow man that’s trippy… They even had little clouds and
weather patterns. Shio looked over the weapon pleased and fascinated at the
same time. He stood up and silently lifted it to his shoulder with a deal of
effort. A big grin slid down to a tiny one and he held up a peace sign.
“Wow… no way… Dude, that’s bizarre!” Zenex and
Maxwell both declared, but Max left out the end part.
“Whatever bro, she’s a little girl!” Zen threw a
hand toward her, broken pride lining his face.
“That isn’t what I meant! I said that cuz she’s,
like, five years younger than us!” Zenex replied, but Hina scoffed.
“I’m only three years younger than you chief!”
Hina called over the brewing argument. “Tell you what… Try to hit me. I’ve got
fifty bucks for the first one who can.” She folded her hands behind her back
and smirked at them deviously.
“No mercy!” Zenex screamed, drawing an arrow and
taking aim.
This was a baited test from the very beginning.
Hina is inhuman, a sin splitter! We’re elusive as ghosts and sharper than razor
blades! How can normal people possibly hope to catch her? Still, they put up a
good effort! Zen shot holes in the canopy and the ground trying to hit her with
the magical explosive arrows. Maxwell was a bit more coordinated, striking
firmly and with caution, yet no form. I felt bad for Shio, as he didn’t really
know what to do… Poking with the end of the handle and only swinging the hammer
once, he put little effort into his attacks. Lyra was both the most effective
and the least prepared. She just stood there, which is never good, but the
constant barrage of energy bolts was the closest they came to hitting Hina. It
was soon apparent to them, that a team effort would be the only way to get the
cash. Zen didn’t want to cooperate though and this sort of doomed the whole
plan.
Maxwell appeared uncomfortable, but yet I could
sense he was having fun. Small laughs, unsure smiles, and moments of intense
effort, showed me he was trying. The curve of the blade split the air perfectly
and made for effortless looking swipes. Small, quickly disappearing waves of
red force accompanied each slash and to my surprise, Hina actively avoided
these. I wonder what would happen if it hit a Fuzen? Regardless of Max’s
hesitation and lack of overall skill, this weapon had a lot of flair and looked
awesome!
Shio seemed so upset with this whole situation by
comparison. He barely attacked or tried to pursue her. At one point he even had
Hina cornered, weapon ready, but just apologized and didn’t follow through. She
pat his shoulder, but quickly vanished from place to avoid a cluster of Lyra’s
bolts. Overall though, I would say Shio could be the most effective, as his
weapon, size, and strength could easily crush an enemy to nothing! I was just
unsure if he would be willing to actually fight a monster to the death, rather
than run and hide… They all may run and hide, if they see a Fuzen in the flesh…
I didn’t think about that, the sheer terror they may feel.
Lyra seemed like she was having a great time and was
looking hot too… Each swipe of her arm sent a variety of bolting spheres, as
well as caused her shirt to ride up… Lately, I have had a really hard time
keeping my mind on track around Lyra. I’m not a perv or anything, but I just…
man, instincts… Still she was doing good, getting her aim down and learning to
throw quicker. Watching these elegant swings of her hand turn into frustrated
baseball pitches was comical, but she became annoyed as hell.
“Damn it!” Lyra shouted with lacking vigor.
Hina was doing a really good job of making this
hard on them. She pulled off some aerial maneuvers I have never seen before. Her
accuracy was so incredible, I watched her worm through congested branches of
trees with little effort. Projectiles rained around her, but did not hit. She
intentionally flew close to them, Maxwell and Shio specifically, yet no one was
able to hit her. The effort trickled down, until only Zen was still giving
chase. After another arrow failed to even go a few feet, he sat down and then
fell flat.
“God my freaking arm is killing me…” She groaned,
rubbing her shoulder.
“I’m so tired… Can we pick this up tomorrow?” Zen
whined, his shoes untied, his hair a mess, and his shirt stained with sweat.
“Alright, alright, but it drops ten bucks a day!”
She warned them causing a few to become upset.
“Now that I have a basic assessment on your
individual skills, I would like to instruct each of you further.” Hiromasa
stepped forward, as Hina landed and approached cautiously.
“Alright, sure, sounds good.” A collection of
voice gave various responses.
“I’m gonna head downtown. Better get a jump on
things being alone and all.” Hina announced, mainly to grab Hiromasa’s
attention.
“Incredible…” Maxwell added, his gaze shifting
down to me for a moment.
“Is it difficult? Flying, I mean?” Shio asked me,
then turned to Hiromasa.
“Well, at first it was! But I got a pretty solid
grasp on it now.” My answer was enough to make Shio smile.
“Of course! As soon as I am better we can go
anywhere you want!” It hurt my bones, but I squeezed her hand to show
conviction.
“As soon as you are better it is back to training
boy!” Hiromasa said over our conversation, everyone looking back at him. “All
of you are going to be training regularly if you hope to survive.” Why is Hiro
always such a downer?
“Hey, you be nice!” Lyra poked him in the chest,
speaking sternly. “Vyon’s hurt real bad and he did a lot to keep us safe! He
said he’s been helping for most of the school year, so you had better give him
some time to rest!” It was adorable to see stone face Hiromasa staring down
pouting Lyra without a hint of concern.
“No. The second you can walk, we continue in
field training. Understood?” Hiromasa didn’t not have an ounce of humor about
him, as he turned to me.
“Yes, of course.” I nodded, looking down afterward.
“Oh, alright…” After a few shocks, she forced the
stone in her palm and the true power sprang forth.
“Now the orb is by far the most dangerous, it
explodes, but it may not always be the best option. You are also able to
produce the other basic shapes, make a fist.” Hiro instructed.
Lyra’s closing hand forced a new form and
behavior to the magic produced by the bracelet. Once her hand fully closed the
sporadic sphere had collapsed and almost solidified into a block. It was just
short of being a rectangle and it no longer produced light or hummed loudly. It
was as if Lyra now had a ghostly knuckleduster floating inches above her hand.
It didn’t take her long to realize and she threw a wide hook punch, complete
with “pow” noise. After a little shadow boxing, she giggled happily showing the
others. It could change shape with mechanical precision, from free formed orb,
to tight pulsing cube, but in an instant!
“Badass! It does more? That’s so cool! Holy crap…”
We all had something to say about the bracelets extra powers.
With this form, the magic inside the bracelet
crackled and scattered from its blockish form. As it regrouped it now behaved
like a blowtorch or some kind of jet engine! From the bracelet on her wrist to
about one foot ahead of her fingers a transparent triangle of constantly
flowing force blocked out her hand entirely! It moved so rampantly that her
swiping her hand caused a little trail of white light to follow, like an
intense glow stick. She made a game of whirling this around and laughing as she
raved in the dying day light.
“This form is more like a chainsaw. It can cut
through fleshy material, but metal or stone will probably damage it.” Hiromasa
said over us, avoiding her flailing arm.
“Right, well… I suppose…” Hiromasa thought a
moment, then shook his head scoffing. “Comic books aside, you cannot ever touch
another living human with this form. They will be severely wounded, possibly
even dead.” His eyes were like wildfires, as he towered over her awaiting a
response.
“Nothing really...” Hiromasa said with a small
smirk, as he dangled the clock arms in his face. “You do need to learn how it
works though.” A small chuckle followed Zen’s momentary disappointment.
It is really funny watching Zenex be completely
serious. The fear of wounding ones self is enough to make the biggest jokester
as dedicated as a drill instructor. However, sadly, he did cut himself trying
to grasp the weapon within. He cried out endless curse words, swiping his
bloody hand around. It didn’t deter him, though maybe it should have… The pain and
trembling his wounds caused, threw him off mark. It ended up being pretty
brutal… The pain was enough to make him give up and claim he wasn’t good
enough, such a sad sight.
“You alright Zen?” Shio asked softly.
“Y-yup… Sorry for being such a p***y…” Zen didn’t
let them respond, just turned away and kept trying.
With a few minor scrapes, he achieved his goal
and the bow was born from practically nothing. The ringing it made echoed
outward, but seemed to reverberate back into the instrument of archery.
Hiromasa instantly began changing his stance and form, each little tweak
apparently making it easier for Zen to use the bow.
“So that’s why it just breaks up! I gotta guide
it, or something?” Zenex asked, still prepared to fire the arrow.
Without another word, he released his grasp and
the arrow sailed with a faint whistling sound. Though it was heavy and made
entirely of metal, it flew without falter all the way across the yard, into the
woods, and into a tree a great distance away! Zenex leapt and threw his free
hand into the air, hollering a loud cry of joy!
“Ho yeah! Look at that range!” He posed with the
bow, his head held high.
“The only other thing you need to know is, firing
at too close a target can cause the arrow to structurally collapse into magical
energy instead of pierce through as a physical object.” Hiromasa explained
causing Zen’s face to shift with concern.
“Yes sir!” Zenex held the bow like a rifle and
saluted. “I am already eager to fight Max, so you can be certain I will
practice.” The way Zenex spoke and looked at Hiromasa reminded me of a child
meeting Superman.
“His excitement scares me a little. I do hope you
have something to tell me as well…” Maxwell stood up, as Zen rushed off to
“play”.
“Actually no, sorry.” Hiromasa seemed
disappointed, but not nearly as much as Maxwell. “All I really know is that you
shouldn’t touch the edge, it’s extremely hot. Similar to the inside of a
volcano, if I would compare it to anything.” This made Max grin in a pleased way
and look to Zenex.
“Ok then, let’s spar. You confident now?” Max
approached slowly, his necklace in hand, but not weaponized.
“Pssh, like you would even be able to hit muah!”
Zen placed his fancifully splayed fingers on his chest, then drew and aimed his
bow in a flash.
“You two jokers…” I chuckled, trying to shake
Hiromasa’s worried scowl back into a plain one.
“Unfotunately I don't have much to tell you
either, Shio. Like I said before, I barely know anything about this thing.”
Hiro completely ignored the two of them fighting behind him, while Lyra
cheered.
“One interesting thing to know is the animals you
see, don't actually produce life force of anykind. I think they are illusions
of maybe spirits… Ponder that on your free time.” He pat Shio’s shoulder, who
looked down at the pebble with renewed interest and fascination.
“Really? I… wow, ok…” Shio was speechless,
dumbfounded by what he just heard.
“Now that you all know what you are holding, go
practice. Try to make it a snap action, as fast as possible! Come here after
school tomorrow and we will continue. Hopefully, Vyon may be walking by then.”
Hiromasa took on an announcers voice, getting the attention of everyone, even
Max and Zen who still play fought.
“Hiro… can you bring me home? I don’t think I can
fly…” I said under my breath to try and address just him.
Hiromasa turned his gaze to Shio, who instead of
speaking just fidgeted and shrugged. “No! Go home!” Hiro shouted blatantly,
throwing his arms to the sides.
“Hope you feel better soon Vyon, thank you again
for… everything.” Maxwell still seemed a little lost, but he was accepting our
bizarre reality and that’s a good sign.
“Y-you-you’re…” Shio began, his face a little
upset, but he just lowered it and whispered. “You’re the strongest person I
ever met… Thanks bro.” He quickly darted off to join the departing group.
Lyra hugged me tightly, not caring that the
others were right there. A small kiss on the cheek followed and I had to say
something in my defense. “Wh-what was that for?” I asked pretending to be
startled.
“For being our watch dog, but you don’t gotta
protect us anymore.” Lyra folded her arms tighter, pushing against me.
“I will always protect you…” My whisper still got
a murmur from the guys, but I doubt it was anything major.
“Thank you Vyon.” She kissed me again, but slyly,
as she pulled away.
“See ya guys tomorrow! Enjoy school!” I taunted
them, as I waved to the disappearing figures.
“I will, thank you!” I heard Max call.
“Get well Vyon!” Lyra cried long and loud.
“See ya man!” Shio’s voice rose just enough to be
heard and I appreciated it.
Though deeply upsetting to have my friends leave,
the main idea of today resonated with me… That new and very unique concept that
human beings can fight back against fuzen is like a divine treasure with no
real form. Just knowing they are on there way lifts a great burden from my
shoulders. Not to mention the fact, my unique heritage is what made this so
easily accessed. I opened the door and saw them inside without realizing!
Though mastery will take a long time, just as my own powers will… I’ll be
honest, I doubt anyone of them could even hurt a fully transformed fuzen, but
with time they should grow stronger! I want to help them become stronger! God,
please, I just want them to be alright…
“Good kids, even the spazzy one.” Hiromasa said
after a they had vanished over the horizon.
“I promise, as soon as I can, I’ll have a really
serious talk with them.” My deepest sincerity filled every ounce of my voice.
“Eh, don’t sweat it. You got enough troubles
kid.” Hiromasa was trying to be nonchalant, but I could see he was still upset
with me.
“Thank you… For giving them a chance…” My brittle
voice gave away that I was having difficulty keeping it together. “You don’t
know what that means to me…”
“A’ww Vyon…” Hiro took a seat next to me on the
porch. “They need you kid and… you need them just as much.” These words made
more sense than any textbook ever has. “Having friends as close as yours has to
be fueling that fire, it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine.”
“I already have kid.” He added putting his arm
over me roughly. “Come on, I gotta get to Hina.” Hiro lifted me one-handed,
then flashed into his house. “Sleep well Vyon. You should feel a bit better
tomorrow.”
“Thanks again Hiromasa, be safe tonight.” It felt
awkward being placed into bed by a fully grown man.
With a silent nod and a flash of flame, he was
gone. The heavy silence afterward was broken by sudden rain. Regardless of how
relieved I felt, knowing my family is safer now, my current situation is
demoralizing. Staring out through the somber rain, I watched the fog rolling
out from the trees. Something about it felt like a sign, or a warning. This
overwhelming, all consuming blank wall was like my future. It is impossible to
predict or even plan for tomorrow anymore… Nothing has been certain since I
discovered who and what I really was. I’m scared… I don’t want to be alone
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StatsAuthorThatonedawgSacramento, CAAboutI have been writing for a long time. My father was a writer and he always encouraged me to do so as well. Sadly he never read any of my work or even cared for that matter. I just need to know that som.. more..Writing
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