Battle of the light and the dark
"So, you will complete this till evening?" An aged man asked the mechanic.
"Yeah, sure will do!" replied a good looking young man.
"Carl! Come inside right now." A husky voice ordered him.
"Coming Dad!" he replied.
Carl, that's what his father called him. He was tall, handsome and majestic figure. He was twenty-one or something. He worked with his father in their own 'automobile repair shop'. It was no doubt an unusual name but anyhow he loved it. After all that was the name given to him by his father. He loved his father.
However there was only one rule. His father had told Carl not to call him 'father', 'dad', 'papa' or anything that could relate them. Carl never understood the reason but he had faith in his father and his father told him that he would know when the time would be right.
"CARL" shouted that husky voice again. "How many times did I tell you not to call me 'pops' outside our house?"
Carl replied, "It was a mistake okay! What's the big deal John?"
John, his father was furious, "What's the big deal? Oh God! I hope that it went unheard."
But it was heard, somewhere. Someone was watching Carl and John. He saw a red thread which was around Carl breaking away.
The figure said, "It's broken."
Carl was hurt by that comment. Looking at him John replied, "Look son, I love ya. You know that. But there's a reason that I forbid you to call me father outside."
"What is it? Tell me already. I'm 21 for God's sake", yelled Carl.
"I can't do that. Not now." John replied looking at the far landscape.
"Fine! Whatever!" Carl murmured.
"So why did you called me? Oh no...!" Carl saw a big pile of new car parts. Obviously he was to stock and put them in inventory.
They had finished their respective work. John was collecting small bits outside and Carl was cleaning the floor. It must be around 12:30. We are late today. Carl thought.
He might be imagining things but he could swear that he felt as if a gush of air went through his body. He was feeling warm, fuzzy and powerful. But then it was gone. He must be imagining things.
Outside, John was recalling something of his own past.
"Damn! It's raining cats and dogs." John frowned, watching heavy rain outside. He looked young. Much young, may be 20 years younger.
He was just about to leave the window but stopped at what he saw. He saw a tall figure in his front yard appearing out of thin air.
"Good Lord." He jumped.
That figure must have seen John peeking through the window. He started to come towards his house.
Knock!
John gasped. Recollecting himself he ran to get his saw-gun. He opened the door pointing the gun towards the figure.
The figure flinched but then uncovered his robes. He was a young man, may be thirty something. He was holding a baby. John lowered his gun seeing him and the baby.
That man didn't come inside. Instead he said, "I know it's out of the blue, but please! Will you take care of this baby? You'll not see me again, but promise me something!"
John looked at the stranger taking the baby in his hand. He replied, "What?"
"This boy is special. He might sometimes frighten you. But even then raise him to be good. Teach him, what does it means to be a good person. And whatever happens, teach him to never say you 'father' or sort of words outside this house."
"But, why?" John inquired.
"I don't have much time. It's just to protect this baby from some special people. He will know about himself when the time will be right. And one thing more, please name him Carl" Replied the figure outside. He turned to leave...
"Wait, can I at least know your name?" asked John.
The figure smiled and replied, "My name is..."
THUNDER-ROAR
The figure left that place quickly. But before disappearing again in thin air he turned towards the house and uttered some words. On those words a red thread became visible to the figure which wrapped around the baby.
Kaboom
John ran inside to see Carl's toys on fire. The fire apparently had come from Carl's hand, which by the way were still on fire. John was terrified. He understood what his father meant by special.
He explained to Carl that it was a bad thing to do so. He taught him about being good.
Over the years John taught Carl about being a good human. He told him to never use his powers on anyone. Not even bad people. Carl heard his father's each and every word.
Nearly 18 years had passed.
The tall figure suddenly appeared before John, prompting him to suddenly jump.
"Can't you use the door, like normal people?
"You know that I don't need too", replied the figure.
"You seem happy with your new Job?" John inquired.
The figure smiled in response.
Apparently John was meeting with Carl's father regularly.
John told that man that Carl had grown into a good young man. That was what he needed to know. However this time he had some news for John.
"I'm not afraid. I love this kid as my own son. I'll die for him", John replied.
'Indeed he has grown as good as I wanted. As he wanted!' thought John
KABOOM
John was thrown in the air and he landed near a broken car. He tried to lean onto the car.
"Where's the boy, you dirt bag?" A tall muscled figure asked John. He was holding a fireball in his hand. One more punk looking man beside the tall one was smirking at John.
John looked up, blood dripping into his eyes. He understood that these were the people from whom his father was protecting Carl. Carl ran out to check the blast. His eyes froze with fear on the scene out of the garage.
The tall figure said, "I'll not ask you again, you old scum. We have just learned that 'he' is here. You hid him well all these years. But it's time for him to come to his real home."
John replied, "Go to hell!"
"Wrong answer", saying that figure threw another fireball at John.
"AHHHH", John cried in pain as his left hand was severed, oozing massive amounts of blood.
"NO", Carl came running towards John shouting. John was surprised but before he could've said anything, Carl conjured electricballs in his hand and threw at the figures which had attacked John. Before they could've simmered or dodged the electricballs, they got hit and were instantly incinerated. Carl came to John, tears were nearly falling from his eyes, "No, no, no. This can't be happening. We need to go to hospital right now."
John stopped Carl's hand and forced him to sit. He continued, "Son, this was going to happen anyhow. He warned me that this could happen. However I'm not afraid. He has told me that my death won't be in vain and that I'm going to a good place..."
"Dad, stop it please", crying, Carl replied.
John however continued, "No son, this is important. I want you to meet your real father. His name is... COLE". He pointed behind Carl, where Cole was standing.
Cole nodded. He waved his hand and two black robed figures appeared out of thin air. Carl jumped and conjured electricballs on his hands again.
"CARL", John shouted, prompting Carl to defuse the balls.
"I've told you not to use that power. You've broken your promise once by killing those demons. Promise me that once I'm gone, you'll never ever use it", saying John looked at Carl who was once again sobbing on the word 'gone'.
Carl softly replied, "I promise."
John was breathing fast now. The two figures came to him and touched his shoulder and John was dead. Carl started to cry but then saw his father all well standing in front of him beside Cole. He looked healthy but translucent. He waved goodbye and disappeared along with those two figures. Carl was confused at first that how did he saw his father even after he died.
"Oh, that would be because of me." Cole replied, reading Carl's thought.
Carl was not impressed. He turned towards Cole with anger in his eyes, "Explain..."
"... DAD", Carl asked sarcastically.
Cole looked somewhat disappointed. However he was quick to recompose himself. He gave a small smile.
I know it's nearly half a year after I'm updating this story, but I had my reasons. Hope you'll enjoy.