Gift of Hell
"He is really scaring me, Gen…" Angel whispered to her sister.
"Who? Joe?" Gen angrily asked.
"Yeah, I keep telling him 'no' and to leave me alone, but he just keeps coming." A single tear fell from Angel's eyes. Gen knew there was something else bothering her.
"What else?"
Angel hesitatively looked to her sister's angry eyes. "He told me," she gulped. "That if I don't go out with him, and tell him that I love him that…"
"What? What will he do?"
"That he'll slit our throats."
Fire rose in Gen's eyes. The wind started to pick up and the sky turned gray. "He'll what?" She yelled.
Angel flinched. Gen turned around, scanning the familiar faces. She saw his girlfriend, Becky, slowly inching away. She knew nothing of the incident, but she knew Gen was angry. She looked to the bus coming in, it was his.
"Bus Eighty-four." Gen told herself, dropping her book bag and books. She saw him. She saw his tan skin, dingy and dirty. His eyes: a cold stare. She froze, her anger still rising to a dangerous amount; the sky still darkening. He looked up, getting out of the bus.
"You SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Gen yelled, lunging for him; for his throat.
She had almost gotten to him when all three of her friends grabbed her and slung her backwards still cursing up a storm (literally).
Joe quickly ran into the school with his tail between his legs as the principal ran over.
"Get into my office, now!" He yelled, walking away with a black-leather notebook intertwined in his fingers.
They all followed him into the school, sweat pouring from their temples.
"What the hell was that?" He yelled again, throwing his notebook to the table.
Gen threw her stuff and slammed her hands on the wooden table. "He told us that he was going to slit our throats. And since there is no Terrorist Threatening in Maryland, those pigs won't do anything. So, I decided to take it into my own hands." Gen yelled back, as they all sat down.
"We'll I'll talk to him about that. But what am I going to do about you? It's not even ten o'clock and you're already trying to get into a fight! What do you want me to do? Don't fight here." He shook his head.
"I want you to take care of him for us…" Gen told him. "He does this every week. We tell you guys, and what do you do? Nothing; not a damned thing."
The principal's eyes widened. "Young Lady, you're walking yourself deeper." He yelled, pointing his finger in her face.
Gen wanted to bite that bastard's finger off. Maybe then, he would do something. But, she didn't.
"I will take care of it. I will talk to him. For now, I want you to sit the hell down and calm down!"
"You always say that and does it help? No." Gen told him, throwing herself to the chair behind her.
He eyes burned with rage and anger. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his response.
"This is what? The fifth time we have been down here, Mr. Watson. He just doesn't stop." Angel said, her voice trembling.
"Can't you do anything other than 'talking to him?'?" Gen asked, slowly calming herself down.
He didn't answer. He just patted his fingertips on the polished wooden table. He said nothing, but his body language screamed out loud.
"Thought not…" Gen said, looking out from the side window.
He still said nothing.
Gen looked to him with angry eyes and her body radiantly glowing with fury. Her pupils dilated and she grabbed her book bag and ran from the room.
Angel, she sent a message to her. It's happening again.
Angel's eyes widened and she followed Gen.
"Calm down," Gen told herself, squeezing her hands together. They started to shake, so she ran into the bathroom as Mr. Watson came looking. She ran her hands under the cold water and splashed her face.
Her body started to cool and she fell to her knees. "It's getting harder to fight it, Angel. It gets harder every day." Warm tears ran down her red cheeks. She put her hands on her shoulders and Mr. Watson blasted the door open.
"Get in my office…" He screamed, making even Gen flinch. She looked to him.
"Oh, what did we do now?" She asked, sarcastically.
Mr. Watson threw himself into the chair and put his fingers to his temple. "So… You said that he threatened to kill you. But yet, he tells me that you did the same thing to him. Who am I supposed to believe girls?"
Gen's eyes almost popped out of her eye sockets. "US! We've been coming down and telling you every single time."
"He said that he was scared of you; that he didn't know what you would do next."
"Ha! Yeah, fucking right!" Gen screamed.
"I don't want you threatening him. Maybe if you stop harassing him, he would leave you alone and we wouldn't have any problems would we?"
"What? You believe a mother fucking dick over us? You aren't supposed to take sides, you asshole!"
Mr. Watson threw himself up into Gen's face. "You're expelled!"
"Good! Expel me. Maybe now I can go kick his pansy ass and not get in trouble!" Gen smiled to him and rushed out of the office. She could feel the fire on her fingertips. She could taste the ash on her tongue. Her eyes were glowing red and her body gave off heat, of what it seemed like, of the Sun.
She walked through the halls of her high school with Mr. Watson not to far behind. He reached for her slim arm. "You will be escorted off these premises, right now!" He touched her burning skin but quickly tore his hand away and looked to her dilated, black eyes.
"Damnit…" He whispered, holding his hand up; blowing it off. "You okay? You are burning up!" He eyes were full of wonder and worry.
Gen licked her lips. "Yes, I am fine."
Mr. Watson looked away from her to Angel running up. Gen took a hold of him and threw him to the lockers. "The Question is, are you?"
She looked to Angel. "Get everyone out of here. Now."
Angel nodded and ran for the Fire Alarm. She had to get everyone of the school. There soon was going to be a fire.
Gen turned around and walked into a classroom where she knew Joe was. Fire gathered in her palms as she looked to the class. "You might want to run." Everyone looked to her with fear, especially Joe.
They all started to run but, she stopped him; holding him up in the air with an invisible force. He tried to move, but he was frozen, suspended in the air.
"Struggle all you want, you won't be able to get down."
"Please let me go. Please?" His eyes teared, but that only angered her.
She flew a fireball to the wall behind him. He flinched and began to cry. "Please? Please?" Gen blinked. What was she doing? Was she about to kill him? Was she about to kill a human being? What would his family do? What would his mother do?
Gen fell to the ground on her knees. Her breath was short and shallow; weak.
She looked to Joe and he fell to the ground. He quickly ran out of the room, watching the flames engulf the room.
Gen slowly stepped out, looking at her hands. "No matter what, it is in me. No matter what I do, or how much I want it to be a dream; the curse of hell is within me."
Tears fell from her eyes. "Goodbye, Angel." The school collapsed as she raised her hands to the sky; the flames quickly engulfing the school
Angel heard her and fell to her knees. "No, GEN!" She reached out for her, but came up with nothing. Tears fell from her eyes, as her friends came to her aid.
Days later…
Angel walked into the hospital room, the tears rolling down her cheeks; a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She looked to her sister, on a respirator. Her eyes closed, her body badly beaten and bruised from the accident.
She put her hands to her mouth, and fell into the chair next to the bed Gen was on.
"Gen, oh God, Gen. I love you…" She put the flowers on the table and held Gen's hand tightly. "Gen." She put her lips to her hand and kissed it. "God, I love you…"
Her mother came into the room, her cheeks covered in nothing but tears. Her hands were full of tissues. She turned and let a woman in. Her body was slim and covered with a white doctors jacket.
Angel stood up, Gen's hand still in hers. She had a bad feeling.
"Angel…" Her mom whimpered. "This is Doctor Jean Gray."
"Hello," she threw out her hand as she did.
"Hello, nice to meet you Angel."
Angel looked to her mother. "This isn't our doctor; it's not the one from here either. What's going on?"
"Angel, come here…" Her mom put her arms around her. "Dr. Gray is going to be helping Gen. She's going to go somewhere for awhile." Her mom petted her head, moving the hair out of her face.
"What do you mean, 'go somewhere?' Where?" Her eyes were wide.
Dr. Gray stepped to her. "Somewhere safe, where she can learn to control her gifts. You do know of them, don't you?"
Angel nodded, and put her palms to her eyes.
"She'll be safe. Don't worry."
Angel backed into her mother, and dug her head into her chest. Tears ran from her cheeks, to her fingers. "I don't want her to go, mom. I don't want to loose her…"
Dr. Gray smiled. "You can come and visit her… Once she gets good enough to control her gifts. Would you like that?" Angel nodded. "Okay, then." Dr. Gray said. "We must transport her right away."
Angel and her mother stepped from the room, leaving Dr. Gray and Gen. Dr. Gray looked to her, feeling her face. Making sure her fever wasn't high. "You'll be okay, Gen. You'll be okay."
