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World on fire: part 3

I was laying in bed, looking at my phone laying on my pitch black comforter. My blue walls screamed at me, screamed of color they seemed brighter than usual. I was looking through old texts. Laughing at things my friends had said, looking through the ones with my ex. I looked at my walls and saw fire ripping through the blue, it was all consuming. Devouring everything in its wake. It was beautiful and terrifying. And I laid there not doing anything just watching it eat everything. Suddenly my parents faces appeared, they were speaking in mumbles whispers it was stuff I couldn’t understand. Then the walls caved through and I was in the road again, standing taking in my surroundings. I looked to my left and I was standing there. Door covering some parts of my face. Black jeans and a grey shirt. My green eyes gleaming with madness. Dark eyelashes clouding the dark insanity that was withheld in my eyes. “It’s your fault. Your fault thier dead.” He smirked at me. “I dint mean to I don’t start it I didn’t even know I had powers.” He laughed at me, an sick joy within his laugh that mad me want to be sick “even though you didn’t know it’s still your fault, they came for you.” He laughed again and I screamed at him to stop.

I shot bolt upright in my seat. “ Taylor are you ok” Samuel asked me. “It’s my fault” I said, just staring straight ahead with an unfeeling look. I felt numb. “Im not going to tell you it’s not, because it is, you didn’t know you had powers but they came for you” I finally looked at him. “You went through the same thing, did everyone in the facility that we’re going to go through it too?” I asked him.

“Yes” and that was all the answer I needed. Even though it still hurt that my life was gone, it felt better to know that even though I felt alone I really wasn’t and that there were other people out there who have gone through the same thing. It helps slightly. “It might help if you tell me a bit about yourself, maybe some about your life and family. You don’t have to.” Samuel said. “No I think I can, I’ll try” I told him and he nodded. “I’ll start with my little sister. She was six, she had four more months left till she was seven. She loved colors, mostly the neon ones, most of my family had some form of green eyes but hers were brown. She had huge doe eyes, just one look at her and you could know what she was feeling or thinking, all because of this brown eyes always swimming with some emotion. Her favorite dress was this bright yellow little sundress. It had small cut outs on the shapes of flowers, she would run around in it all the time with her little yellow dress catching in the wind, hair flying backwards. I would chase her around our yard and pick her up and put her over my shoulder. Then set her down and she would lay in the grass, after a minute we would go and do it all again. My brother was older than me by a year. He was graduating in four days. The kid had black hair always gelled and styled, he would wear long sleeve shirts and pull the arms up to show off his forearms. He was in track and in the fall football. Long and lanky but good muscle build he was 6’4. He gave awsome advice and he stayed with his girl for thier entire high school career. He wanted to marry her but he was young so he thought against it.”

There were tears rolling down my face at a slow pace. “My parents were my parents good people not bad I loved them. I miss them.” My voice broke. I couldn’t finish

I looked out the window the rest of the drive, at one point the road got gravely. To keep my head from hitting the window I sat up and lifted my head from the glass. I looked at the road ahead and saw a great building.

Cold black stone bricks, green vines white roses crawling up the side of it. The windows were beautiful, the clear glass hid the contents of the rooms with great red curtains. The doors were huge and mahogany, the gold knocker stood out like a sore thumb.

Samuel stopped the car and I got out and looked at the building. I made an “o” shape with my mouth and let out a sigh of amazement.

Samuel walked up to the door and opened it. The inside was just as beautiful. The black bricks were still there but there were beautiful velvet chairs and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

A few feet ahead of us stood a group of teenagers. All about my age. One was male he had a tattoo of a snake along his neck that reached his jaw. His hair was elegantly spiked and jet black. There was another male shorter and less sturdy, blond hair that’s was slicked back effortlessly. His brown eyes could stare at you till they knew your very soul. And then there was a girl. She had dyed pink hair, and grey eyes, her smile could light up a room. She was short about five three, a foot shorter than me. There was fire about her. I couldn’t place it yet but there was something.

“Tesla, Eric come over here” Samuel called to them. To my great pleasure the girl and snake tat guy came over.

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World on fire: part 2

After I stood up and grabbed his hand he smiles at me, a sad half smile. “So kid what’s your name and how old are you?” He asked me. “Taylor, Harper, and I just turned seventeen sir” he looked at me which an amused face. “Cut it with the sir thing, it makes me feel older than I already do”. I let out a sad chuckle and brought my hand to my face. I wiped under my eyes and thought about why I was crying again. I hated the thought I knew it was real and that this wasn’t jsut some horrible dream. “It’ll be ok kid, a young boy like you shouldn’t have to go through this but it will get better” he told me. I believed him because if I didn’t believe in something then I would never go back to being even remotely normal.

“Alright Taylor, time to go” he said to me. “Hey before we go can I ask you something?” I questioned him. “Knock yourself out kid” I chuckled again. “What’s your name?” He looked at me and gave another half smile. “It’s Samuel, most people call me sam, but you can call me what you want”. With that he turned on his heel and started walking. I didn’t know what to do so I stood in place, he brought his hand up and motioned to me to come and walk with him. I ran up to him and we walked in silence.

At one piont he just stopped abruptly. I was still walking and didn’t notice so I walked into his back. He turned his head to look at me a gave a light chuckle. I smiled sadly at him, I would always do this, I would walk into my brother or my dad, mom, and even my little sister. They would always take cracks at me for it. “I used to do it to, run into people” he said bringing me from my thoughts. “Really I thought I was the only one” I smiled slightly again. He was muttering things to him self about where the car and invisibility. Finnaly my brain put two and two together. An invisible car. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, do you have an invisible car?” I asked, Emphasizing the waits. “Yes I do now I’ve found it and we need to go we have about twenty minutes before they come”. I stared at him in utter shock, when I finally remembered how to move my muscles and got into the car.

The interior of the car was nice, black and leather it was a long car and in the glove compartment there was weapons. I stroked the leather seat as Samuel got in. “Samuel are a lot of cars where you work like this?” He chuckled at me again. “Ya kid they are, now Taylor there are going to be kids that are like you there. We will find out your powers are and we will train you, when I think your ready we will send you out on a mission, there you will do all you can, but sometimes you can’t save everyone” he looked at me with intense eyes.

“What are your powers?” I asked him. He smirked. And suddenly I felt calm and collected like even though my whole life was gone I could handle it. The pain in my chest was gone, and everything seemed ok like I could handle it. And as soon as the feeling came it was gone, and the pain was back I could feel it again. There was no more calm or peace, no more being able to handle it, only the pain and memories and sadness. “That’s my power kid, I can control emotions”.

I was crying again. “Why would you do that to me, let me think everything was ok and then take that from me”. I closed my eyes and silently cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you Taylor. You asked and I answered” I cried a bit more but nodded to acknowledge him. And eventually I fell asleep while he drove.

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World on fire: part 1

The heat was hitting me from all sides. The world was in fire, and there was nothing I could do. Ashes and smoke were in the air, it was so hard to breathe. The sudden realization that everything and every one that I knew was gone, dead or destroyed. My family, my little six year old sister, my eighteen year old brother; he was graduating in four days. Everything was gone. I fell to my knees.

The coals and smoak were on my knees burning them slightly, but I didn’t care, the pain I felt throughout my chest and mind was so much worse. Hot tears streamed down my face. I could hear the planes that attacked us leave. I screamed. The lump in my throat growing bigger. I brought my hands down to the ground and gripped at the mix of ash and dirt. More tears came from my eyes. I closed my eyes and put my head in the still warm ash and coals. No burning it was jsut warm. It would have been nice if it hadn’t meant that my family was dead. I was the man of the house now. I was the only one left.

I opens my eyes and looked through the thick smoke and saw a figure walking through it. He was walking closer to me, I didn’t bother to get up. If he was going to kill me then he could, if he’s not than I’m okay with that to, I’m jsut not going to move.

I was still crying when he emerged from the smoke so that I could see him clearly. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him enough to know what he looked like. He had black hair with a bit of grey. Brown eyes that seemed to swim with regret, he had on a leather jacket. Under his jacket was a black and red button down flannel, with a bit of white peaking out, his under shirt. He had on jeans, just regular jeans but it was his shoes that caught my attention. His shoes were black high top combat boots, they had green laces, bright green neon laces. They had no smudges yet he walked through smoke ash and small bits of fire. It was like he stopped half way through the fog and laced up his boots. They weren’t even tied the laces were just there hanging down touching the ground and they had nothing on them. Nothing.

“Boy you’ve got to get up, we need to move”. He said it kindly but I knew he meant business. I liked him over again he looked about late forties early fifties. His eyes were still swimming with grief and something else. “They always leave one survivor, to tell the others what they’ve done. Your city like all the other cities they have destroyed always had someone very special amongst them. They leave that survivor, to tell the others, cities I mean; or they have someone come and get you about four hours later to take you with them. They will use you as a weapon, brain wash you. Now you don’t want that do you. So come with me and help us stop them”. He said it and extended his arm to me. I say there looking at his gloved hand, crying knees still on the ground.

“How” my voice cut out. “How can I know I can trust you”. I told him. He looked at me with those guilty eyes, that now had grief swimming in them as well. And when he spoke his voice was quiet “because I know what your feeling, because I was like you in this situation once, and I chose thier side first and cause more kids like you to loose everything, but I changed and I am going to help you and tiger kids like you. Now son who’s side do you pick”. He stared and me hand still extended. I grabbed his hand and stood to my feet. “I think I’m with you in this one”.

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I think the funniest thing here is the fact that George sees that Hamilton has messed up big time and so him and his royal butt comes into the scene just to mess with him, Hamilton even sees the king and his face just falls because it shows that the whole flipping world knows what he did to Eliza, even though it’s funny it still symbolizes the fact that everyone knows what he has done to his wife and his family, even though the panphlet saves him, it also ruined him beyond measure.