"What do you want Marcus?" Jamie asked coldly as his older brother walked slowly towards him. The older teen's handsome face twisted into an expression of rage. "Don't talk to me like you don't know!" Marcus spat. "It's your fault our parents died!" Jamie's face hardened. "It wasn't my fault, God Dammit! I can't help what I am!" Jamie screamed back, his face contorted with fury. Marcus laughed, a shrill, mocking sound, and said sarcastically, "Oh, yeah. It's obviously not your fault that both our parents died!" Them he seemed to grow a foot and his eyes glowed dimly. "I HATE YOU, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE FREAK!! THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE! A FREAK!!!" As he said this, other faces appeared from the shadows. His favorite teachers, his few friends from back home, his foster parents, Shane, Cameron, even Kayla, all appeared, chanting the same word over and over. "FREAK!!! FREAK!!! FREAK!!! FREAK!!!" Jamie took one step back, cupping his hands over his ears to try to block out the hellish chant, but to no avail.
Suddenly, he felt himself lifted off the ground, and looked straight into Marcus's eyes. He held him up by the collar, and his eyes were glowing an icy blue, just like Jamie's own. "No one can ever love a freak." This demonic vision of his older brother hissed into his face, making his foul breath, which smelt like rotting meat, wash straight into Jamie's face. "How long do you think it will be before your little girlfriend leaves you?" Marcus asked in a rasp voice, and then chuckles. "Maybe I'll pay her a little 'visit' when I'm done with you." Jamie's head snapped up, his furious gaze locked with his older brother's cold eyes. "If you touch her…" Jamie growled, and Marcus laughed. "What, exactly, will you do about it?" Jamie's hand whipped up, grasping the other teen's wrist and squeezing it, making his fingers release their hold on his neck. "I'll…kill...you." Jamie threatened as his pupils changed until they resembled a cat's. His iris's changed from icy blue to a sickly yellow, and he growled, revealing a maw of teeth that resembled a tiger's.
Shane opened his eyes when he felt wind whipping his hair around in a frenzy, even stinging his eyes with its fierceness. He instinctively tried to move his arms up to cover his eyes, bit they were strapped to his sides. His first impression was of a steel door, made of slightly curved steel, and a window showing the skies beyond. An air-conditioning vent was blowing in his face, which accounted for the wind. He struggled to move his arms, but he was constrained by a straight jacket which, for some reason, he couldn't teleport out of. In fact, none of his powers worked. He began to panic, but stopped when he heard someone stand up and walk over.
He turned to see Effie standing there, in an extremely revealing hot pink bikini. Shane, understandably, had gone all drooly and glassy-eyed at the sight, as many *ahem* impure thoughts crowded his mind. She walked over to him, her lime green flip-flops slapping against the floor, and threw her arms over his shoulder, until her chest was pressed against his back and her cheek rested against his. "E-Effie? What're you doing here?" Shane asked as she smiled and stroked her hand down his arm. She didn't answer, just walked around until she was standing in front of him, and she threw her arms around his neck. "Effie, what are you-?" He began, but was interrupted as she pulled him down into a kiss, which made every conscious thought leave his mind. She pulled him back slightly, but he didn't notice, too busy tasting her cherry lip gloss. She smiled into the kiss, then Shane opened his eyes, shocked, when the door was opened, and she turned, dragging him behind, and flung him out the pen hatch and out of the plane. He screamed in horror as he plunged earthward, unable to teleport to safety.
The real Effie, however, was still strapped to a chair as the man in the mask dug through a burlap sack, stained with blood, as he collected his "tools of the trade" as he called them. He had a scalped, a buzz-saw, a few hypodermic needles, and a blood-stained cleaver were set on the floor beside him, and she was still desperately trying to free herself. "Well, Effie, it's your lucky day." The man in the mask said as he walked over, his cleaver in hand. "You have my undivided attention." He slowly approached her, the cleaver shining slightly in the lights, as if in anticipation of what was to come. "Please, don't do this!" Effie begged, and the man in the mask simply chuckled as he raised her chin with the broad side of the cleaver, exposing her pulsing carteroid artery. "Sorry, no can do, sweetheart." He brought back the cleaver, tightened his grip, and brought it down on her neck. Effie screamed in fright, but paused when she noticed no pain. She tentatively cracked one eye open, then gasped at what she saw. The killer was frozen in mid-swing, as was all else around her.
Suddenly, cracks spread across her vision, as if reality were a pane of glass. Then, it shattered. She screamed as the world fell apart around, leaving her chair sitting on a thin pillar of stone, far, far above the land below. She closed her eyes so as to not look over the side, her crippling fear of heights making her pulse race. However, two small pieces of wood sprouted from the chair as it seemed to lean over, holding her head at such an angle as to force her to look down. She grew nauseous as she saw how far away the ground was, as well as how tiny the mess hall and cabins of the camp looked. Then, the straps holding her to the chair disappeared, making her slide off and plummet down to the land below.
Cameron back-peddled quickly as the spiders closed in on him, scuttling over the cave floor. He tossed several fireballs into the horde, but they simply stepped over their fallen brethren. He kept backing up until he was pressed up against a stalagmite, and the spiders surrounded him on all sides. He pressed against the stone, sweating in fear, and closed his eyes. "Get away…get away." He whimpered as the spiders closed in. "Get away…Get Away…GET AWAY!!!" Cameron screamed as he opened his eyes, colored with blue fire, and sent a hurricane of blue flames in every direction, incinerating the spiders on contact. He stood for a moment, then collapsed from the effort of such a drain of his powers, as the ashes of a thousand spiders settled onto the stone around him.
Kayla struggled against the tentacle, hitting it with several lighting bolts, which only seemed to anger the huge Kraken. She screamed for help, but her cries echoed uselessly off the waves. However, she managed to grasp onto an outcropping of rock, which she held onto for dear life. "Jamie." She pleaded silently. "Please, help me."
Sam raised his force field just in time, but the blast from the dream-Cameron still threw him back about ten feet. He regained his sense just in time to roll out of the way of a volley of fire balls. He sprinted down the hall, as Cameron walked after him, his every step setting more flames to eat away at the building. After a few minutes, most of the building was ablaze. Sam ran down the stairs two at a time, trying to escape the flames. He ran out onto the landing, but was cut off as a piece of burning ceiling fell in front of him, blocking his path. He turned to run, but the dream-Cameron blacked his path, a ball of blue fire in each hand. Sam looked around desperately for an escape, but panicked when he felt the wooden floor creak and groan as it began to give way…
Well, it is official. I want to drop out of school and do nothing but write this story. But, I gotta get an education, and hey, at least I have writing class to look forward too. Remember, kids: Stay in school, or Cameron will burn down your house.
Cameron: Yes, yes I will.