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I don't feel like writing in first person this chapter. Happy early thanksgiving though! I feel that we'll probably get this story finished this week or next week.
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Everyone watched as Ponyboy's body stiffened up before relaxing. A smile broke onto his face that gave everyone chills that ran up their petty little spines. It was not like any other smile, but it was at the same time. It just seemed like something horrific was hiding behind the mask. Ponyboy's gleaming, cool eyes store down the man in front of him, causing the hairs on his arms to stand up and goosebumps running over his skin. Something was different about the boy now. It was like he was a different person. A small chuckle escaped Ponyboy's chapped lips and he turned a full 180 degrees around and stared at a spot in the corner of the arena. His opponent froze. Ponyboy was staring right at him.
"I see you," Ponyboy teased, raising his hand up. The illusion of his opponent behind him faded away and the one for invisibility broke as he was lifted from the ground, suspended in air.
The hovering man's eyes flashed and a column of fire shot out from the ground, surrounding Ponyboy. But the teen did not scream; instead he laughed.
"Your illusions are useless. They don't fool me." Ponyboy's hand started to slowly fold into a fist and gasp escaped his opponent's lips. Hands flew up to his throat, trying to pry off an invisible force that was choking him.
Behind Ponyboy, sitting in a secluded area, a man stood up, eyes wide. His mouth was slightly opened, causing his white beard to go lower down his chest.
"Sir?" A woman asked, standing up next to him and placing a worried hand on his arm.
"That's…" But before he could continue a student stood up, pointing to Ponyboy and shouting, "He's going to kill him!"
It was true, the face of the man that was being strangled turned purple and he was beginning to get weaker. Ponyboy's hand closed together fully and the man went limp. He plummeted to the ground when Ponyboy dropped his hand.
Ponyboy turned around again and looked directly at the old man that was standing up.
"He… killed him…" The woman choked out before sitting down, eyes wide. The old man ignored the woman and trudged to the banister. He opened his mouth to stop the screaming.
"SILENCE!" He exclaimed and it became silent. "Who are you?"
Ponyboy smiled. "I'm he one that will kill you…director."
"Director?"
"That's the director?"
"He's old…"
Everyone started to whisper. The headmaster raised his hand and everyone stopped talking. The door to the arena slammed open and men stormed in fully armed.
"I will give you a choice. Go with them without struggle or be forced out."
Ponyboy raised a hand to his chin as if to ponder his choices. "I choose…neither."
"Then so be it. Contain him."
The men started to run towards Ponyboy but they froze when he raised a hand. Ponyboy looked at his left hand.
"You know, just one touch and you would die. Are you all seriously going to die because one person told you too?" Ponyboy said as he slipped off his glove and dropped it on the ground. He approached one of the trembling soldiers and placed the hand on his forehead. The eyes of the soldier went wide and blood trickled down his chin before he fell to the floor, dead.
"He's going to kill us all!" Another girl screamed. Ponyboy lashed out his hand and a spear of ice started to pierce its way through the barrier.
"That's useless. No one could pierce trough the barrier."
But he spoke to soon and the barrier started to crack. Cracks lined the barrier like a spider web before it fell apart like broken glass.
"Contain him!" The headmaster yelled, cursing under his breath. This time doctors came in and jumped on Ponyboy, holding him down and pressing a needle in his neck. Almost instantly did Ponyboy get dizzy and fell unconscious.
When Ponyboy woke up, he was back in his room. Well, that's what he thought anyways. It was all black. He could not see. He could not move. He was terrified.
Where am I? How did this happen? Ponyboy asked himself. He pulled at his wrists but he could tell they were restrained over his head. "H-Hello?" He asked shakily.
"You're awake!"
Mr. Jones?
"Mr. Jones?"
"Yeah…"
"W-What happened? Where am I?"
"You're in your room. They took you here after the freak incident in the arena."
Then it all came back to him. He blacked out. The shadow version took control.
"I know you're scared, Ponyboy. But it'll all be over soon."
"What are you talking about? You make it sound like I'm going to die."
"You'll be fine… I hope… We never had this incident before."
The lights turned on, blinding the greaser. When his eyes adjusted, he could see a few people in the room. All wearing the same garbs. There were more equipment in the room. Tables were stock-full of syringes holding liquids of different colors.
Standing by the door was an old man. Mr. Jones noticed my staring.
"Don't stare to long at the director."
"Director?"
"Yeah, remember?"
"I don't remember… I blacked out in the middle of the fight."
The others in the room looked at each other. The director frowned. "So it is true."
"What's true?" My voice came out more panicked than I meant too.
"Before you came, this one boy had a prediction about a teen, both torn from good and evil. I think it might be you that they were talking about." The director explained.
"W-What's going to happen to me?"
"We're going to remove it. It's too dangerous if you don't."
The director walked over to the bedside, picking up one of the many different syringes and examined it. He grabbed Ponyboy's arm and he went wild. Ponyboy started to squirm in the bed, trying to escape the man that was going to use him like a test animal. The other doctors in the room rushed to his side and pinning him firm against the bed. All Ponyboy could do now was watch in horror as the needle pressed into his skin in his arm. The blue liquid pushed itself in his bloodstream and his veins started to turn a blackish color. Ponyboy screamed in agony and he tried harder to get away. The director pulled the needle out and threw it in the bin. The main subsided, the blackness in the veins started to fade back to its original color.
"Next." The director said as he picked up the next syringe. Ponyboy's blood ran cold as the needle with the orange liquid came closer.
The process went on for a while until finally, the director pushed in a needle with bright green liquid in his skin. His skin turned an unnatural greyish-black color and it seemed to be pulsing. Each time his body pulsed, a black as night shadowy figure would pop out before sinking in again.
The director took another needle with the same substance and replaced the empty syringe with it. This time the shadow levitated an inch from the body. Ponyboy screamed again, trying to push all the scientists away with his telekinesis, but his powers failed him. Someone in the room must be stopping the use of them. By then the shadow was forced out and it stood upright on the floor. Ponyboy then fell unconscious once more.
The shadow stood tall in the center of the room, death radiating off of him. The scientists backed up as one unlucky fellow was turned to just bones in the matter of being a few inches from the silhouette. The shadow then disappeared.
When Ponyboy came too he was left alone, night vision flared on and he had a massive headache. His arms and legs hurt and he felt weak.
Everything just hurt like hell.
With a struggle, Ponyboy sat up, noticing Mr. Jones sleeping with his arms crossed against a chair.
"Mr. Jones," Ponyboy spoke gently, painfully moving his arms to shake the doctor awake. His eyes snapped open and they instantly locked onto Ponyboy.
"You're alive. Many thought you had died." Mr. Jones said.
"Dead?"
"Your heart stopped beating and you didn't breath. But the director told us you would be fine so we didn't burn your body."
"What happened?"
"We finally extracted it from your body and it escaped. You passed out from the pain."
Ponyboy's eyes nearly popped out. It was gone? No more? Out of his life. Ponyboy was relived but also scared. It escaped. It was out there somewhere. What if it went after the gang for revenge?
"Anyways, the director wants to speak to you. You up to standing?"
He nodded, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed and stood up. It was a bit wobbly at worst but he got the hang of it. What would the director want to see him for?
The two walked out of the room and down the hall. As they walked, people stopped to look at him, eyes wide. They all moved to the side as far away as they could possibly get from Ponyboy.
"That's him…"
"Monster…"
"Killer…"
