You know how your parents tell you that your a normal kid just like everybody else? Yet they are always' hiding something from you that could change the way you see the world. Trust me I know how that feels. The day I turned fourteen was the day my life went spiraling down the gutters.
I could hear the screaming and yelling of my parents in their bedroom. Heck, I bet the entire neighborhood could hear them. Suddenly silence filled the air and the bedroom door opened, which caused me to lift my head and turned towards the sound of footsteps. A fair-skinned hand came into my eye sight and it cupped my cheek while raising my head to stare at my mother. At age thirty she looked like she was still in her twenties with long auburn hair and a motherly smile. Her crystal blue eyes pierced my own with all these mixed emotions as she spoke.
" Dearest, I need you to do something for me" she said looking back at the bedroom with some fear in her eyes.
"Anything" I said noting how she looked at the bedroom door every few seconds.
" I need you to run, run anywhere just get away from this place. Take anything that you might need and run" She replied
From the sound of her voice, she sounded desperate and worried as if she didn't want me anymore. But before i could reply the sound of heavy and yet cautious footsteps were heard coming towards us. before I had the chance to breathe my mother took me in her arms and a loud, deafening sound was heard throughout the room. It was quite and I noticed how my mother didn't move. One of my pale hands reached up to feel something sticky yet liquid like at the same time.
I glanced down to noticed my black shirt was suddenly stained crimson. It only took me a few seconds to register what this was. Blood. Blood covered my face and upper body. In a panic I searched my body for any signs of bleeding but found none. Thats' when it hit me like a ton of bricks. This blood was not mine, it was my mothers.
In anger, I looked at the assailant only to find my father holding a gun pointed at me. The barrel had smoke coming out of it, indicating that it was recently fired. My blood boiled thick with sudden hatred and anguish. Every thing happened so fast in that very moment. My eyes suddenly became a filmy white with no pupils and I could feel this sudden power coursing through my veins at such a fast rate that I had no clue what was happening to me.
In that instant the heavy, silent air was pierced with a sudden scream from my father as I unveiled the true power of an elemental. The house was quiet once I regained control of myself. What appeared to be the roof was now gone and the entire upstairs was rubble. The creaking of wood was all that I could hear as I made my way downstairs to my room. I flicked on the lights and began packing the essential stuff I would need.
Only when I saw myself in the mirror did I stop packing. A girl with skin white as snow and cold as marble and hair the color of the deepest black stared at me. The girl ran a white hand down the inky yet wavy hair. Her hand stopped at the tip which was basically at the small of her back. Crystal blue eyes seemed to hold no emotion but remorse and guilt. Her snow white skin contrasted the crimson color of her mothers blood which was now starting to dry. I simply shook my head at my reflection and headed out the door and into the night-time streets of Manhattan. I turned around and stared at what was left at my house with longing.
" forgive me mother" I muttered bowing my head in respect and then began chanting another prayer.
Only this one was a spell that I had recently learned. It was in the ancient language called Gaelic which is the tongue of all the mythical creatures that dwelled here. It felt like I was so close to the sun that I was surprised at the sheer intensity of the spell. I took a swift peak to see my whole entire arms were on fire, kinda like Torch from fantastic four. Since I had no choice I raised my palms upward towards the sky and then brought them down to the ground. A gasp arose when I felt the warmth of the fire leave me and raced towards the house, burning everything in its path. Until the house was finally eaten by the fire.
" In nomine domine sadbaoth sui filiique ite as infernos" I said using a prayer I had found in 'The Crucible'
With all that said and done, I strutted down the street with my head held high and tears streaming down my cheeks. Never once did I look back as my house burned to the ground, Only one person could help me get out of this place and that was my friend who I trusted. Only a few people I knew could save me from my sin that I had done and that was the BPRD.
(In the name of the lord of hosts and his sons get thee to the lower world)