Lightning danced around Four's finger, and shot up his arm, his face, until it covered his whole body in glowing streaks. He shouted and jumped back. I honestly didn't know weather to laugh, scream, or run. No doubt he knew about my powers now, but I am glad he found out the hard way.
I kept a straight face as Four examined his bloody finger. His face was etched with scratches that dripped crimson fluids. The lightning had definitely done damage, and I was proud of it.
"Karma's rough, huh?…" I muttered coldly, which that I was not proud of. At Swords and Dust, we were always taught to never seek revenge, because nothing good is ever gained of it. I couldn't help but agree. But this is karma, sweet karma in full splendid action.
Four raised an eyebrow and looked up at me.
"What type of enchantress magic is this?" he asked me, a knowing smile on his face. I could tell he was fighting to keep it there. With fierce pleasure, I knew he was in pain. I felt it.
"I didn't realize the Dauntless were all into fantasies," I raised an eyebrow, trying my best to sound convincing. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, and without thinking I landed. My hoverboard disintegrated, and pain screamed in my wounded ankle.
Aw, shit…
To my own shock, Four didn't seem to notice, and/or care. He just glared down at me, his coffee-colored eyes gleaming with gluttony and pride. I hated it. I just wanted to freaking punch him so bad. I wanted to transform and strike him numb, burn him. My negative feelings for him were boiling now, and if I didn't act soon, they would overflow.
"Now, I'm no Candor," he said, grabbing my wrist tightly, "but I know a liar when I see one."
Before I could take another breath, Four twisted my arm and pinned it behind my back. He pulled me close to him so his breath tickled my ear. But I wasn't scared. I was far from being scared. I just felt uncomfortable with an older boy so close to me...and a straight look down my shirt, though barely any cleavage was showing.
"Now," he gripped my arm tighter, and a whimper escaped my lips, "Tell me...are you an enchantress?"
I grimaced in fear when I saw his foot inching closer to my wounded ankle, but I didn't dare move it away.
"If I say yes," I snapped, "will you leave me alone?"
Four just smirked and let go of me. I rubbed my arm.
"Now don't tell a soul," I snapped, "or I swear on the cross of Jesus...I will track you down and I will kill you."
Four just laughed.
"You-?" he laughed, "kill me?"
This made me mad.
"Then I guess you shouldn't be worried," I remarked, forming my hoverboard again and zipping toward the exit, "about weather you'll wake up tomorrow or not."
With that, I flew back into the light of day, which temporarily whited out my vision and I blinked a few times. Wind whipped my ponytail around, and I could still feel the ghost of where Four had grabbed me. I tried to shake the feeling off, but it was near impossibility.
I soared up into the clear blue sky, (which I did not approve of) and above the puffy white clouds. They brushed against my skin, and I shivered. When I made it above them, I willed up some magic in me, and fired dark bolts of energy onto the clouds, and darkness spread like Ebola (wonderful comparison!).
The temperature rose to 73. The humidity level rose, and the sky grew black. The clouds turned ominous under me, and I had to shift in between them to keep the sun from beating onto my back. I put my hand on it, and I felt heat.
When more clouds joined the sky and thunder echoed, I screamed of anger, finally able to release it. How could I have been so stupid? I just willingly told Four I was an enchantress, and now he probably knows about Quinn and Britt, too! Ugh, damn! Why am I such a dumbass?
I leaned down and sat on my hoverboard, my feet dangling above the clouds. I wasn't afraid of falling. I knew the clouds would catch me. But I was afraid of Four now, which I shunned myself for. I shouldn't be afraid of a mortal, but I am. He knows, and I have no clue who he's going to tell, whether it be Eric or the nurse or the entire compound. I'm probably dead, and so are my friends.
I sit, my thoughts shooting around my head like air particles, until a clap of thunder snaps me back to reality. I sighed, and reached in my pocket for my phone, but felt nothing.
"Oh hell no," I muttered to myself, standing up and searching my entire self for my phone, but found nothing.
"Damnit!" I stomped my good foot, which hurt my right foot a little. I couldn't believe it.
I left my own cellphone, containing all my personal information, in the Dauntless compound.
I cursed and anger cooked in my gut again. Now, I had no way to contact Britt or Quinn, or even Mike, Scott, or Vincent. Surely, they were worried sick. Well, I guess it's time to head home and be scolded and yelled at for not showing up. I still didn't even know how long I had been out for in the medical area. Hopefully, it had only been a few hours and not much of life has passed by. I mean, it had to be something like high noon, with how the sun beat down on me when I exited the compound, and the sudden heat of day.
It had to be, I couldn't have been out longer than a few hours…