Pity

Just something that I really felt like writing, though I'm not sure what I'm going to turn it into yet... Just something very random at the moment

I watched him shiver as he was curled into a tight ball on the concrete floor. His arms covered his face and he whimpered like a pathetic dog. I stared down at him, no pity in my eyes and I demanded that he get up. He peeked out from under the cover of his arms, stuttering with a shaky voice, “P-p-p-lease,” he begged, “D-d-d-don’t hur-r-rt me-e-e!”

“Save it.”

I heard my voice come out cool and icy. It was steady and emotionless and I surprised myself that I was able to be this way. I scrutinized him carefully, deciding whether or not I should spare him the torturing pain I was capable of inflicting. I felt almost sorry for him, he had no idea what I could do to him, and he was stupid enough to think I was harmless. Forgiveness. The thought crossed my mind for a moment, but a brief moment so I barely recognised it.

There was no way I could forgive what he had done to me, the only answer screaming through my mind was revenge. I held out my arm and extended one finger towards him, and then I carefully flicked the finger forward, drawing energy as I did so. The minute my finger moved he was flown across the room and he smashed into the wall on the other side of the room; just as if I’d simply flicked a little bug out of my way.

My breathing was becoming heavy; he was quite exhausting, putting up a lot of resistance. I walked steadily towards his body which lay scrunched up next to the wall. I aimed my hand at him once more and lifted it, lifting his body in the process so that he was almost standing now. I stretched my fingers, slamming him flat against the wall, paralysing him, subjecting him to my grasp. He stared at me wide-eyed and terrified, panic burning like flames in his irises. I tilted my head to the side, observing him. I readied my hand, carefully planning to make a fist, knowing what it would do to his body in return. My fingers twitched, anxious for the movement, the release of energy. They contracted only a centimetre when a loud crash boomed behind me. I dropped my hand and the man dropped to the floor like a rag doll. I spun round, arms ready to face whatever enemy emerged. The dust began to settle and I saw that whoever it was had left a large gap in the wall as his entrance. I looked harder, trying to identify the silhouette in the shadows.

“I never took you as the violent type.”

His words hit me with full force and I stumbled backwards. It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t be back, it just wasn’t possible.

He emerged slowly from the shadows, showing me his grinning face. “Did you miss me?”

I screamed and sprinted towards him, arms ready to attack him.

He laughed. “Surely you know by now that you can’t defeat me.”

I leaped at him, flying through the air, willing to kill him again if I had to. I watched it happen in slow motion, and before I could reach him, he lifted his hand and held his palm flat towards me. The world began to spin and I was crumpling to the ground as everything faded into black.

I’d failed.