Chapter Two
I tossed and turned in bed all night. Recalling the days events. My fight with Mike, my flashback of my father and I's fight. It was hard to grasp what had truly happened. I had gotten so angry...
At some point I must have dozed off, for I shot straight up in bed, awaken by a horrible thought. Now, it's true, the being that I am does not require sleep, but I do like the relaxing touch it adds. Still, I do not dream fully, I simply dream in short bursts. And this certain "dream" caused me to nearly burst into tears. Make fun of me all you want, but it did. I had seen my father killing me.
It scared me quite badly. Then the true realization came to mind. He would do it in one aching beat of his putrid, shriveled heart... I shuddered at the thought. And with a smile on his face... He likes killing... He enjoys it... He wants to kill you... Wants to see your blood plastered across the walls of that wrenched throne room... He wants you dead.I shook myself from my thoughts. They were far too disturbing to wither in. I got up to get a glass of water when I heard the explosion... And then... everything went black...
My eyes fluttered open to see wind rushing about and debris lying all around me. In the roof of my apartment was a gaping hole. Big enough to fit and SUV through! I stood up shakily and wiped the dust and dirt from my skin. The wind indoors was low and quiet, but outside of the gaping hole, a monstrous storm brewed. Storm spirits. I thought to myself. Well then...
I closed my eyes and levitated towards the roof. The wall of electrical energy I slammed into was quite thick. Ok. A few storm spirits. I thought, trying to keep a level head. I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by the swirling black clouds that storm spirits mainly project themselves as. Ok. This could be a problem...
One of them floated slightly closer to me and I clenched my fist, ready to blast them. They formed themselves into the shape of a man, so I began referring to it mentally as a he. If he comes any closer, I'm going to blast him into oblivion.
But the "man" did not venture any closer. Instead, he spoke. In a very deep voice. "Do not attack, young lord. I do not advise you try and fight back." A smile curled along the demon's lips.
All at once, the black clouds came hurdling at me. Each one slamming into my body at the same time with an incredible force. I could feel them ripping brutally away at my skin, trying to tear it off. They were clawing me, chocking me, and I think even biting me. I couldn't hardly move as each of them had a firm grip on me.
Had an angry mob of human cannibals came and implied the same force against me, I might have laughed and pushed them away without having a scratch on me, but with these being demons, they inflicted a great deal of pain. Though it was an unfair 20 or so against one, the pain did not effect me as much as they would have hoped.
Mustering most of my strength, I focused on the red hot sizzle of steamy electricity, and imagined it pumping through my veins. Suddenly, all of the demons flew back as a bright light engulfed the scene. All of their black shadowy figures were annihilated by the shock as lightning shot off of my skin. Each of them dissolved into a thick, powdery golden substance, and flew down like ashes to the ground.
I looked down at my arms. Electricity still sizzled across my skin, causing ripples of white to fluctuate around me. It was truly beautiful. I had often been mesmerized by my power, but never like this. I had only ever used my ability against training dummies, so this, was incredible.
As I slowly floated back down to the floor of my apartment, I stared up at the giant hole in my ceiling. How am I supposed to explain THAT to my landlord?
Exhaustion soon overtook me, and I laid back down on my bed and flipped the television on. I soon drifted back to sleep though.
But as soon as I returned, the "dream" began again.
I was merely 6 or 7 years old. My father was sitting at his throne while I played with some Godly figures on the floor. I kept making mother and father's statues kiss, while the others fought. Father seemed to be humored by this. Mother, whom sat by his side weaving, stayed quiet.
I didn't know what to think of the scene around. The throne room was full of my aunts and uncles. They were all gathered for some kind of meeting. Mother had called it a "solstice" of some sort. All I knew was that I was supposed to be listening to the conversation and learning about something that I was obviously not paying any attention to.
One of my aunts kept pinching my cheeks and calling me "cute as a button" and goey stuff like that. I kept giggling as the largest and meanest looking of my uncles would play action figures with me.
In fact, the only people who seemed to be truly interested in the meeting were Father and one of my aunts. The most serious looking one. She seemed pretty boring to me at the time.
Anyways, Father was getting a little annoyed at me for taking all the attention away from him and the meeting. I didn't do it on purpose though, and my aunts and uncles were trying to explain that to him, but he just kept getting more and more angry at me.
Then he rose his voice and began yelling at me so loud it hurt my ears. I started clutching my ears and crying, asking him to stop. Pleading to him. My aunts and uncles rose from their seats as he began to walk towards me, yelling even louder. My prettiest aunt, the one who always calls me cute, stepped in front of him and told him to stop and that it was upseting me. He didn't listen. He only got angrier and louder.
And suddenly Mother and my aunts and uncles were gone. It was only Father and I in the throne room. No one to protect me. No witnesses... He rose up his hand, holding a crackling lightning bolt, aimed right for me and threw it at me. It hit me right in the chest. I screamed out in pain as it killed me. As my father killed me. And then everything went black...
I sat straight up in bed again. What a terrible dream. A nightmare. I rubbed my forehead and found it drenched in sweat. I took off my shirt to find it sweat drenched as well. I cursed in Latin under my breath.
I stood up and walked to the bathroom, turning the shower water on. As I waited for the water to heat up, I peered into the mirror, gazing at the person staring back at me. I looked like a mess. My hair was disheveled and I was awfully sweaty.
I quickly turned away from the image and got undressed. I stepped into the shower and sighed contently at the feel of the warm water against my skin. I was so comforted by that warm feeling, I never wanted to leave.
I stayed in the shower a long while before finally turning the water off and shaking out my hair. I grabbed a towel from the rack and dried myself and slipped on a pair of boxers. I walked into the kitchen, towel draped over my shoulders, and got a glass of milk.
The cool liquid slipped down my throat like ice. Cold and delicious. I stared down at the empty glass for a while, contemplating my life.
He sent those demons to kill me. The realization slipped into my mind like the cool sensation of the milk, freezing my body with it's icy touch. Part of me had realized that this had been the intention before this point, but I had tried to ignore it. Now with the combination of the demons trying to kill me and the continuous nightmare, I couldn't ignore it.
No. Those demons weren't sent to kill me. He knows that I would be powerful enough to defeat them. They were a warning. But of what? I asked myself mentally.
A draft was coming through the gaping hole in my ceiling. The soft breeze seemed to be trying to speak to me. "That the worst is yet to come, my young lord." A female voice carried with the wind. A voice I recognized.
"Iris?" I ran towards the hole and stared out of it into the silky night sky.
No one was there. No one. I was all alone...
Disappointed and still quite exhausted, I laid back down on my bed and closed my eyes. I thought of everything that had happened recently and the trouble I had gotten myself into. I let the stress and emotion melt off of me like ice thawing out to create a cool, smooth, liquidy existence. I slowly drifted off into the world of sleep. But it would not be restful sleep, that, I was certain.