Chapter 12: When People Change
When people change so often during the years
You can't change what was said or done
Or try and take back those tears
Forgive me, for I don't want to remember
I can't seem to forget, the memories linger
That was then, this is now, change me
Emotions run wild, I can't realize
What's real and what's your lies
By: Shanna Diephuis
San Francisco, 2010
It was a dark, moonless night, the sort of night where anything can happen. There was an air of foreboding over the city of San Francisco. People stayed inside, afraid of what might be on the streets.
One girl was hurrying home from work. She was barely sixteen, but she worked as a waitress to help support her family. She didn't want to be out this late, but she got paid more for working a double shift.
She quickened her pace, glancing over her shoulder. She saw nothing. She was alone. She could hear her heart beating in her chest. She heard footsteps, and spun around. No one was there.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to go home. Then she screamed.
Her path was blocked by a huge monster. She turned and started to run.
"Somebody help me! Somebody!" But there was no one to hear her screams. The demon conjured up a fireball, preparing to throw it. The girl pleaded for her life.
"Please don't hurt me, please." But the demon was deaf to her begging. She closed her eyes and prepared to die.
Nothing happened. She opened her eyes and saw that a little boy, maybe seven, had appeared in a swirl of blue lights. He blew the demon up with a flick of his hand, then reached over and gave her a hand up.
"What- how did you do that?" she asked, incredulous.
"I'm Wyatt," he said. "Here, I'll take you home." He took her hand and the vanished, reappearing outside her house.
"But, how?" she asked.
"We'll talk later." He told her, then he orbed out.
Wyatt was so happy. He had just saved his first innocent. His mother came in.
"Where have you been young man? I've been worried sick."
"I saved an innocent!" he announced proudly.
"You what?!! Young man, do you have any idea how much trouble you are in? Going off without telling anyone, fighting demons by yourself-"
"It was only for a minute, and I wasn't in any danger. It was just a lower- level demon, an easy vanquish. Besides, I sensed a girl in danger. I couldn't just let her die."
Piper sighed. She supposed he was right. "Still, you should have told us."
"There wasn't time."
"Oh, all right. Just be more careful next time."
San Francisco, 2018
The moon was full and round. He could hear dogs howling to the moon. He laughed, remembering the exhilaration he got from killing that dog. It should be much better with a human being.
He felt like he should be laughing evilly. Of course, he reminded himself, there was no such thing as good or evil. Only power.
Another girl was walking down the street. Another waitress with a poor family and a late job. Another frightened look over her shoulder. She spun around and saw Wyatt.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said to the fifteen year old. "I wasn't looking where I was going." He didn't move, just stared at her. She started to freak out a bit.
"Excuse me," she said, starting to push by. He moved to block her. Okay, creepy guy.
He reached out with his telekinesis and threw her against a wall. She shakily got up and tried to scream, but he was choking her. She put her hands to her throat, struggling.
She remembered something her sister had once told her about. A demon had attacked her, and she was saved by a child. But there was no one to save Cynthia. She was alone.
Her lungs were burning from lack of air, she could not think, she was dying. Wyatt laughed at her feeble attempts to save herself.
The world in front of her eyes shook, and swam. She reached out, trying to grab some unseen savior. Then the world was black, and her spirit floated toward the light that was heaven, weary with travel. And she was gone.
Wyatt stared at the girl's body. He realized that he didn't even know her name. Her life force was coursing through him, and he threw back his head and laughed.
Then he orbed to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, and conjured an energy ball. He stared at it in surprise. When had he acquired this demonic power? He shrugged, It didn't matter.
He twirled the energy ball on his finger, like a basketball.
Okay, there it is, chapter 12. I hope you like it! Please review!
To Winter Blaze: Thank you. I know, it was hard to write, but it needed to be done.