Crumbling Walls
Lukas
My dreams disturbed me. Sometimes my own abilities took the best of me and I knew not of which I would do. It happens on occasion but it would seem that it happens more often now than it did before.
That night I had slipped into the mind of one of my friends.
My abilities often plagued me at night, for when I'm dreaming I cannot control the wander of my half conscious mind. That night I had searched the mind of my friend, belonging in the Heightened Physical Abilities association. His memories, nothing special in particular but I still felt... Wrong, dirty ... Even wretched. Even though I had been unable to control myself, the guilt still seeped through my pores and twisted my nerves.
However something happened that completely shocked my existence. My freckled friend had broken the connection between our two minds, something that no man nor even woman, had been able to feat.
That night, after I had searched his mind and burrowed within his memories, I had a vision. I cannot control visions, they simply happen. I can control when I hear a person's thoughts, and I can control, when I'm awake, when I search someone's memories, but one thing I cannot control when I am awake or asleep, is the visions.
It was a simple illusion though it confused myself, often as these visions do. In the apparition I managed to see the future, or what I assumed the future anyways.
In the vision I saw once more my ever so grinning friend, talking to two girls who were both smiling and laughing. This was not strange except for the fact that one of them, with dark long hair that dropped down to her waist, had addressed him as 'Mathias'.
What the hell was a Mathias?
The addressment, unfortunately stuck to my brain like a leech. Labeling the man, that I had known for almost my entire conscious life, as Mathias. The name, the... The word had tattooed my tongue.
Mathias
Upon awakening I had found the blonde of the brothers (Lukas) sitting next to me, his eyes looking but not seeing what was in front of him. No one else around us had been awake yet and I knew that it was soon to be time for us to leave.
Leave. Absent this bleak place only known to us. The only place known to us. The empty readied tomb always the home we never wanted. The only slivers of color being the people behind each white mask, walking past us every day in the empty halls, the empty rooms and the empty graves. Ghosts of lives living in designed corpses; hindering the spirits of what should have been children but instead were the marked already dead.
The Gangevarr took a glance at myself and I at him. Offering him one of my most pleasant smiles, I nudged him.
In response he rolled his eyes and nudged back.
We continued on with this childish game for a few spare moments, trying to ignore the horrible moments to come. The blank verse of the unknown still nagging onward; leaving questions of our lives unanswered for a few moments in bliss. When my cerulean blue eyes met his darker ones, I noticed an unhinged smile playing on his thin mouth. The sight turned on my Christmas light smile and lit the darkened white chambers of our captors.
I noticed from the corner of my eye a certain fair man (Tino), playing our smiling charades. I broke contact with the usually stoic, insightful man, to look at the fair man whose white blonde hair was tangled every which way from sleeping on the floor. His eyes light with a lilac fire that must have frightened the whitest of demons.
From then on it was patience and seriousness.
Lukas
The shortness of the moment was disappointing though I knew we had a small window of time. It was nice for a moment to forget about everything that was to come.
Quickly we packed up our essentials. Packing only what we needed and not what we wanted, though there were only a few things that would be left behind. All in line we prepared ourselves for what was to come. We prepared for perhaps even the death of those we had just spent a few sweet hours sleeping with.
We exchanged smiles, ignoring the pits in our stomachs, as if we were all heading out for early morning breakfast.
It was the deafening silence that hit us first, then the blinding darkness following. The unsureness of what we were doing and the oncoming white flames that would burn us if we were unsuccessful, bit and chewed into the caverns of our minds and snaked down our necks and down the chords of our spines, leaving chills and venom to chill our nervous skin.
Slowly we crept on, each footstep tasting like a freedom that has never graced our lips. I followed with the fair haired man, our footsteps hardly making a patter. Our bodies turned down multitudes of hallways we had never been down, taking detours to avoid oncoming or even unsuspecting subjects who would discover our intentions.
The lights were still out so we ghosted our fingers and our hands against the white cemented walls. I myself was concentrating on my abilities to sense unsuspecting persons. Our breaths out of sinc, exhausted mutterings merely that slid out of our throats. Our self control focusing on our footsteps rather than the petty life necessities.
"Quick over here-" I pointed, noticing an absence of persons.
Toes pointed towards the directed area, pulling along our bodies and minds. Our shoes created a soft clack against the tiles below our feet. Tino and I lead our group down a dark hall... Wait.. Tino?
"Stop!" The shrill sound of a woman's voice stopped us frozen in our steps.
"Miss what are you talking about-" Mathias asked coyly.
"I-I know what you're doing!" She fumbled over her words, threatening to blow our cover.
Slowly Mathias moved forward, the woman moving backwards. The man had his hands held up in his defense, trying to communicate that he meant no harm. However I myself knew his true intentions were quite the opposite.
In one swift movement his hands had grasped her chin and swiftly jerked her head to the right. A snap echoed against the cement walls.
By the time he had turned to motion us forward, his face had melted into a blank stare with his eyes glazed over as if they were made of glass.
We moved onward.
Up ahead we could hear a commotion. The slapping of rubber against tile and the omniscient sound of voices. It didn't take us more than a few seconds to realize that they were running towards us.
"We're so close to the exit!" Tino cried in the midst of our panic.
Mathias robotically took his place in front of everyone, readying himself for more physical endearments.
Mathias
By the amount of voices and the echoing of footsteps there had to be at least a dozen men coming our way. Already I had killed one woman, what was a dozen men to me?
I positioned myself in front of the group, facing the oncoming chaos, readying myself for the physical trauma that was to come.
Breathe in. Breathe out. My hands shook but my feet were firmly planted on the ground in an offensive stance. Already I could see the dark hairs of a man coming towards us. In one swift motion I jutted out my hand up towards the underside of his chin and jerked my elbow into his throat. His eyes bulged and he let out a gasp. No screams could come from someone who has just had their wind pipe broken.
Another man headed towards us, though this time I recognized him. His blonde hair was slicked back by gel and had the most piercing blue eyes. He was brothers with the albino man in my association.
Quickly I landed a blow to his ear, discombobulating the man. Taking a firm stance I kicked up and let my foot find his abdomen. Dazed and out of breath, he fell to the ground quickly.
Suddenly a sharp pain etched into my back causing a cry to scrape out of my throat, a burning sensation taking over my middle right back, right under my ribcage. A searing sensation burned throughout my body, leaking through my bones and muscle.
A cry erupted from a person next to me, but the sounds... The noise I was not expecting.
"Mathias!" Came from the mouth of the slender figure (Lukas).
My eyes slid shut and opened only what felt like moments later. My vision blurred with sluggishness, only confusing my almost limp body further.
I was being carried by the stark tall intelligent. We were moving toward a violent light that threatened to expose our escaping bodies to new found knowledge.
I glanced behind us, expecting to see persons chasing us, however what I saw was what I did not expect. Bloodied bodies pressed against a cold cement wall, all groaning in pain and a certain albino man laying in a broken pose, his stare fixed on the afterlife.
Where the hell did that wall come from?
That was the last thought that passed through my mind before slipping into the cool comfort of my unconscious.
So I know this chapter is considerably shorter than the previous but this chapter kind of got me stuck. I'm sure the next chapter will be longer but if it's not, I know there will be longer chapters to come from some later chapters I have planned.
Oh and just so you know, I'm thinking this will be about ten chapters, maybe a little more and maybe a little less, though a little more might be more likely!
oh and I hope I was able to clarify better in this chapter and confused you all a lot less. And next chapter the other characters will get their names and next chapter we'll possibly meet some new characters? Or maybe ill save that for later, I'm not entirely sure. But anyways I hope you enjoyed it!