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CHAPTER NINE

"Stop!"

She could hear voice clearly string itself through her ears and into her ear drum. Her voice echoed delicately down the hallway, and against the silent lockers. At the sound of the loud brunette's voice, Asher's head snapped up. A fiery and indescribable emotion covered his eyes creating a dangerous aura around him. A small growl escaped his throat but Kira paid no attention to it as her focus was on the boy lying on the floor.

"Lash," she whispered silently to him once she reached him.

Lash moaned, still clutching his body that was throbbing with pain, he looked up at her.

"What did you do to him?" Kira seethed at Asher, fire burning in her eyes and in her heart.

"He's not really in pain, it's all in his head," he whispered in her ear, a smirk playing on his face.

"You – You, "

"I'm a what? Huh?" Asher said, his eyes darkening.

He took a grab of her forearm and forced her up roughly, causing a small whimper to escape Kira's lips. The force left white prints of his fingers on her arm. At the sound of her pain, Lash tried to get up but the result was him crashing back to the floor.

"I have orders to bring you back home," Asher said, his hand still clasped onto her arm, but now it was gentler.

"But what about Lash," Kira questioned, she sent a glance down at the boy that was still at her feet.

Asher started to take her down the hall, farther away from Lash, "Remember, it's all in his head."

"No, stop," Kira said thrashing out. "LET ME GO."

Asher ignored her constant attempts to free herself from his grip. Kira could feel her temperature rise as her eyes turned a shade darker. She could feel her powers exploding from her but Asher's grip just continued darker.

He smirked, "Your power won't work on me."

Kira could feel her powers slowly drain from her and her thoughts scramble to get a clearer mind. Her blood felt like it was getting thicker and her eyes slowly start to dilate and roll backwards.

Her breathing started to get quicker, she thought she could actually feel her ribs pierce her expanding lungs causing tremors of pain to contaminate her body.

Kira could taste it and smell it.

Blood that seemed to be staining her clothes and touching her soft, fair skin with it dirty mucky little fingers.

"What's happening? STOP! NO," Kira started to scream at the visions invading her eyes.

The blood, the smell, it was so overwhelming she could feel the bile creeping up her scorched throat.

What frightened her the most, it wasn't her blood.

"Daddy"

The voice rang in her head.

The same scream that she emitted all those years ago.

And then it all stopped.

Silence rang in her eyes, her eyes blank, and her breathing normal.

Her body collapsed into Asher's arm in cold sweat, her body now exhausted from the hallucinations she just experienced.

The voices suddenly started to come again, ringing in her head.

Her voice, her dad's voice and his voice.

Kira slowly closed her eyes, trying to darken away her nightmares but they kept replaying in her head.

"Daddy," a six-year-old girl exclaimed running towards her father's large frame.

"Kiwi, listen to me. Run away with your mom as fast as you can-"

Kira was confused, her mind not understanding what her father was saying.

"Run. Do not look back- "

Her legs started to move backwards at the push of her father. Her wide eyes looked into his desperate ones. He was still on his knees, urging her to run, pleading her to leave. A loud thunderous laugh rang out as loud as the gunshots that were heard.

"How sweet," a monstrous voice came from behind her father's.

He was large and his eyes were emotionless but also cynical. His face was a face that you couldn't forget. The distortion of evil was written across his face and hidden between the two long scars that aligned the right side of his cheek. His eyes, one the colour of a dark green and the other a dark blue pierced Kira's small petite form.

She couldn't help but tremble at his stare.

Kira couldn't move, she couldn't do anything.

It was as if a force around her caused her to stay frozen, unmoving in place. Her mind urgently told her to move her legs, but her body refused the request and stayed in it's position.

"Don't worry we'll take good care of her," the man said in her father's ear.

"Ki-," her father tried to say.

His eyes deeply staring into his daughter's eyes, she could see the fear, the love and the desperation.

But his voice was silenced by the sound of a deafening gun shot, which seemed to shake everything around it.

Kira didn't pay attention to anything expect the now red stain that dressed itself along her cotton nightgown.

The blood that splattered all over she was all she could see.

Her father's blood seeped through her gown. It was as if feeling her father's comforting hands around her, one last time.

Once the realization hit her of what she just witnessed, she couldn't feel anything. Not even the strange, strong hands that gripped at her forearms and pulled her away from her father's lifeless body.

Kira's body shook, tears running down her cheeks from her closed eyelids. She finally opened them and looked at Asher whose eyes were fixing them upon her face. The intensity of his eyes, told her that he was the one recurring her nightmares.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.

Asher's face stayed emotionless but his eyes glinted.