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Wayward Saviours Chapter 13 Finale part 2

2009-08-19T20:34:02Z

When I woke up I was back in the hospital wing. Great, because it was such fun here last time. I sat up slightly, finding myself a bit tired and weak. I turned to the bed next to me and found it disturbed but empty.

“You’re awake,” a happy voice came from in front of me. I turned back and saw James staring right at me.

“Er, I guess I am,” I said, shaking off my sleepiness. I took a moment to remember. “What happened?” I asked in confusion.

“We passed out and when they found us they brought us here,” he beamed. “We defeated them, they’re gone- it’s over!”

My jaw dropped open. It was over?! I couldn’t believe it.

“I don’t believe it…” I whispered to myself.

“Well believe it,” James told me, obviously hearing me. “I woke up a few hours ago, Peter told me everything. Of course they were VERY suspicious of me at first; I think he still is a bit.”

“Well you were the one apparently destined to destroy us all…” I shot back at him. He looked guilty and embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid to apologise really but I don’t know what happened. I can never apologise enough but I will until the day I die if it means you’ll forgive me.”

I blushed slightly, how very touching. And somehow I found myself saying;

“I’ll always forgive you.” Which made him smile a little.

“The party’s not quite over yet,” a voice interrupted the moment and I turned to see Peter walk towards us. He had a scar across his forehead which means he must have got his hands dirty yesterday during the fight. “Because you didn’t kill him and drain his blood there is still demon blood inside of him which means if he ever slips into evil hands again then they could manipulate him again.”

“Never again,” James muttered angrily, his fists clenched slightly. I looked down, feeling disappointed.

“If his blood ever got into anyone else than they could be turned too,” Peter continued. This worried me.

“I can’t help who I am!” James looked angry now and I thought his fists would burst into fire like they sometimes do when he’s angry but they didn’t. He looked surprised too and looked down to inspect them.

“I…I can’t spawn fire.” He said worriedly. He thought for a moment and looked at the wall and proceeded to walk through it but instead ended up walking INTO it. Holding his now sore nose he walked back over to us. He tried a newer power by closing his eyes and trying to teleport.

“None of my powers are working,” he told us, even though it was quite obvious. I tried to feel his frustration and get into his brain but I couldn’t. So I attempted to levitate some objects but nothing happened.

“Same here,” I replied thoughtfully. Peter looked at both of us carefully.

“Well combining your powers to take all those demons and everything out took a lot out of you. It may have caused you to lose your powers- whether this is temporary or permanent I am uncertain.”

James and I looked at each other. I couldn’t quite read his expression. I think he felt like he had lost something that had been with him for a very long time and wasn’t used to it being gone but also that a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Maybe he felt like that, cause that’s how I felt. Perhaps my loss of powers meant no more nightmares about my mother, no more visions. If it was related to my dreaming power…though those dreams were supposed to be about the future…

Peter and the others had said that the remaining of us could go home, the ones of us who were still alive. He also said that some of us could stay if we wanted to but he wasn’t responsible for us anymore (not that he ever was in the first place). Pretty soon after I left the hospital wing I was told that Dominic hadn’t made it, and I was given his guitar and told that he would have wanted me to have it. I felt touched and sad- I hadn’t known him well at all but he was kind to me and helped me see myself better.

There were now not many people left at the old school. It was eerie actually with most people gone. The slightest sound would make an echo that seemed to last for eternity. I hadn’t seen many leave as I had been in the hospital wing but I had said goodbye to the few that I had spoken to; they had either seen me when I was still in the wing or I had seem them just after I got discharged.

I made my way to my empty room. I looked around at all the abandoned beds, no personal belongings anywhere. But then I saw some of Chloe’s things were still here. Perhaps she also has no home to go to anymore. I was glad that at least one friend would be remaining here with me until I found a more permanent place to stay.

“Natalie.”

Speak of the devil, I turned around to see chloe and that she had brought company.

“I heard that you weren’t dead. I was hoping it was just a rumour…” Jemma spoke maliciously. I glared at her and Chloe stepped closer towards me. She looked like she was trying not to be upset or cold-hearted and was failing.

“Did it hurt?” she asked me, her voice seemingly slightly emotional. “Did they give you a rough time? And where is he?” The interest in her voice seemed to rise at every question and so did my confusion.

“Erm,” but before I got a chance to reply after taking an awkward step back, James entered the room, glaring at Chloe like she had done something unspeakably terrible (which was a bit hypocritical if you ask me but maybe I’m just sore at the moment…)

“Get away from her,” he snarled, stepping right up to her.

“James, what’s going on?” I looked at him and Chloe and then at Jemma who surprisingly looked equally as confused.

“She’s one of them.” He pulled on her shirt angrily as if wanting to pin her to the wall.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jemma spat unsurely in annoyance.

“Don’t listen to him.” Chloe said sternly, struggling.

“How do you think they knew you were special? How do you think they knew you were the one to kill? She’s a spy, she told them everything, about me, about you. That’s how they knew. That’s how they got so close to destroying us.” His voice rose in volume and anger with every word and I could tell his grip was tightening also.

“WTF?” Jemma burst out.

“Wh- How? I don’t-“

How can Chloe be evil? If anyone I would have thought Jemma. But Chloe was my friend, I could confide in her…wait…I confided in her…I told her things…that’s how she knew and-

The next thing I knew a huge beam of light surrounded Chloe and James flew backwards causing me to scream before I saw her turn to me and thrust another beam of light in my direction which sent me flying.

Smash.

I heard broken glass. I felt broken glass, cutting and rubbing against my skin and then I was falling. Until I felt a hand grab mine and I opened my eyes. James has just managed to grab hold of me before I had a chance to fall to my death. He was holding on so tight but I was terrified he would let go or that I would slip.

“UGHHHHHHHH.” He yelled in pain as I saw him shake from whatever Chloe had hit him with using her powers. But he didn’t let go. He was still groaning when he used his last bit of strength to pull me up and back through the window causing us to land on the floor. He then immediately stood back up and grabbed the closest sharpest object and after advancing towards Chloe, stabbed her in the heart. She froze and staggered backwards towards the window and fell out of it as she had intended I to have done.

I shrieked in horror and curled up on the floor. James was frozen in the same position, breathing heavily, seemingly in shock himself. He then rushed over to me and I looked up and saw Jemma with her eyes wide looking as horrified as I felt. She put a hand to her mouth and in the blink of an eye I saw Peter standing next to her with his arm around her and after another blink they were gone.

It was getting dark. I was in James’ room, usually shared by Connor but he had gone to find his own room seeing as so many were vacant now. Seeing as I couldn’t face going back to the hospital wing again James had offered to bandage up my cuts from the window. When he was done he suggested I go back to my room and get some much needed sleep.

“Can I stay here? With you? Please? Just for tonight at least…” I asked, pleadingly. I just didn’t want to go back there and be alone. Besides, the window was wrecked and I felt much safer here. He looked hesitant but he agreed. There were no rules to obey anymore anyway.

A middle aged woman is driving along a quiet road, late in the evening. All that is heard is the gentle breeze flowing through her long curly hair from the open window of the car. Everything was peaceful.

And then blaring music in the distance, getting closer and closer. Too fast to comprehend, to think, to act on it. And then a glimpse of the paint on a red convertible and a smash and a bang and some screams. The woman’s eyes are wide and a thoughtful brown which played the part in a horrified expression before the red convertible collided with her and her heartbeat went from fast to a complete stop as the car was flipped several times before being still

More screams, ear piercing and heartbreaking. I hear it in my soul, bringing me down and then I realise the screams are from me.

I open my eyes to find James pinning my arms to the bed. Both breathing hard I blink and realise I am crying. Another dream. I had another dream, they hadn’t stopped. My mother will be the death of me just as I was the death of her.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here.” I heard James’ soothing voice say. I swallowed and stilled myself and so he released my arms and scooped me up towards him.

“I’m going to fix this for you,” he whispered promisingly. “I’m going to fix it all.”

I laid there with my eyes wide open, my limbs shaking slightly, awaiting his return.

“I’m back,” he said gently and sat down next to me. When he moved he revealed Connor behind him, his eyes full of concentration and concern but also tiredness and annoyance as he had been awoken.

“What?” I began to ask, confused but James hushed me and stroked my hair and told me to sleep.

“Trust me.” He said, smiling. And I did and I eventually got back to sleep.

I saw the woman again, but this time I was in the car with her. She was laughing and talking to me and she made me laugh. The breeze was flowing through our hair and the moonlight shone in our eyes and a car came towards us. But the car drove past us safely and my heartbeat slowed to normal pace. My mum put her arm around me and she told me that she loved me.

My eyes opened. Connor must have manipulated my dream. No more of the same dreadful nightmares. I looked up and saw James next to me, staring at me.

“Better?” He asked softly.

“Much better,” I said with a big smile. And it was the truth too.

Wayward Saviours finale part 1

2009-08-13T21:41:27Z

The next few months were heartbreakingly hard, particularly for me. The place was a mess, people had to come and go whilst repairs were made and security was increased in case of another attack. I had to train all day every day and was forced to somehow produce new abilities and trust me; it’s more painful to force it than let it come. I was supposed to be getting stronger but I felt weaker and weaker. If I was depressed before I don’t know what this was now.

And the worst part- I missed him.

I hated that I’d grown so dependable on a boy. I shouldn’t trust anyone. I shouldn’t be close to anyone. I should just be me. Alone. If you’re alone, how can anyone hurt you?

But it was too late now. The memories were already dug deep inside my heart and mind. All I kept thinking about now was the future and what was going to happen. What had fate got in store for me? I hadn’t had any more dreams of James killing me or anything, which actually scared me…maybe it meant my last vision hadn’t changed which was terrifying, honestly. I didn’t like that vision at all.

One of my new abilities was called Pushing. I could make anyone think what I wanted them to think. Apparently this power was very dangerous and I wasn’t allowed to use it on anyone other than the enemy…aw but this could come in handy. Especially in school circumstance…

But I have handed in my homework…I gave it to you yesterday, remember?

Another handy ability I had obtained was shape shifting. This one I was very pleased about as I could pretend to be someone or something else and no one would know it was me!! These powers among others I now had took a lot out of me as I found them and tried to figure out how to use them. The more powers I found the more I felt like I was losing myself, like I was becoming something else, a power hungry being with the intent to kill. And really, that was who I was becoming. That was what I was being forced to be and it killed me.

I was also told that depending on how strong the opponent was, my powers may have less of an affect. So the stronger James was, the more useless my powers would be and the harder he would be to take down. Not that I wanted to take him down. But I have to right? There’s no other way. It’s either him or me…and the rest of the world as we know it. Yeah, I had to do this. I don’t know why I’m too bothered anyway, I mean I’m not used to killing people or anything but it’s not like me and him were close…was it? We hadn’t known each other long…a few months? That isn’t long enough to develop feelings for someone was it? To truly care for someone, enough that if any harm would come to them you would fight for them until death just to protect them…

Nah…what was I on about anyway? Keep it simple, Natalie. He’s evil…All I have to do is kill him…and then everything is better…except…he just didn’t seem that God damn evil when I last saw him. In fact he seemed pretty damn heroic and…

Shut up, stop it. Please. I begged myself. Please stop thinking about it, stop thinking about him. I need to do this and I will. I won’t let everyone down. I’ll do it. Just please stop. Please stop thinking.

A tear fell as I sat by the river James and I had once sat. I had borrowed that guy’s guitar again and the tear fell onto it and rolled down its wooden side. The tears increased as I thought I could only play the exact same thing I had seen the guy (Dominic) play and nothing else. I couldn’t be proud of this; it wasn’t me. It was my god damn ability. I heard a cough from behind me and I turned around instantly.

“Oh hey,” I sniffed and quickly wiped my tears away. It was Dominic, wanting his guitar back I guessed.

“Are you alright?” He asked me, looking concerned and sitting down next to me.

I nodded and replied a little sarcastically, which wasn’t intended; “Yup.” I lifted a sleeve and wiped my nose. No one knew that I was the so called ‘chosen’ one. Peter had decided I would be safer if no one else knew. As for James’ disappearance, all anyone knew was that he had been taken- no one was told why. The fact I was the only one of us burdened with this made me want to cry harder but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bare my soul in front of someone I barely knew!! Even though I seem to kiss people I barely know. Hmmm. Perhaps I am a hypocrite…

He looked down at the teardrops on his guitar and then back up at me.

“It’s hard when friends go missing,” he said taking his gaze off me and staring into the water of the river in front of us. Oh if only he knew, it was so much more than that. I said nothing, though and stared into the water myself.

“I can’t play…” I whispered, another tear falling from my eye. I didn’t blink it away, it just simply fell. Like there was no more room for tears.

“But I heard you play…” he replied confused but still with concern.

“It’s cause I saw you play,” I explained. “I can do what I see other people do. All I can play is what I’ve seen you play.”

He looked at me carefully, his expression barely readable. It’s like he was waiting for what I would do next.

“I feel like a fake, a fraud. Like I’m not me anymore. I’m hidden behind these abilities. I’m turning into something else.” My tone grew more frustrated by the word.

He continued to stare for a moment and then moved closer. For a moment I was really confused. Was he trying to push me over or something? But then he peered over my shoulder and moved my fingers to certain places on the guitar. He continued to move my fingers and told me to strum until I was playing a certain sequence of chords. I played a couple of times, making some errors and then sped up until I was playing more fluently. I let out a cry of delight. I was playing something! By myself!

“There you go. You’re a natural.” He moved so he was next to me again. “I don’t think you’re a fake at all. I think you’re very real.”

I smiled and looked down, a little embarrassed. He smiled too before taking his guitar and giving a wave goodbye. I watched him walk off and then looked down at my hands. I was real. I could do things myself, not just because of my powers. Something ignited inside of me. I think it was hope.

When I looked up, Jemma and Chloe were coming towards me.

“Hey,” Chloe said sympathetically. “How you doing?”

“Oh, I dunno,” I replied, still looking down. “I’m still here.” And I looked up and flashed a quick half smile. I saw Jemma roll her eyes.

“You miss your little boyfriend?” she asked almost disgustedly. I stared at her, surprised that she would be so cold but I didn’t answer her.

“Haven’t you got better things to do, like suck on a sour lemon?” I merely replied, dryly. She shot me a look that could kill but ignored me.

“The word is that tomorrow is The Day.” Chloe stared at me steadily. I stared back blankly. The Day? Ohhh she must mean The DAY! The day I’m supposed to die. Great, I’ll go write that in on my calendar now.

“Oh…” I replied.

“Hope you’re prepared,” Jemma said to me, though her tone suggested she couldn’t care less.

“Yeahhhh…” I said absently mindedly. Because the thing was, was I prepared?! I think…maybe I am. But what if I’m not? How am I supposed to know?!

Just as I was thinking this, I was suddenly in Peter’s office. In the blink of an eye. Literally- I was midblink! When my eyes opened I saw Peter in front of me looking solemn.

“H-how did you?” I began, confused.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said to me, bluntly. “We’re going to attack tomorrow. All your training had better of paid off. Tomorrow’s the day, Natalie. You better be prepared, and you better get some rest.”

And with another blink, I was in my bedroom. Great, no pressure then. Something told me tomorrow wasn’t going to be a complete success if any at all.

When my eyes opened it felt like they hadn’t been closed long and maybe they hadn’t. I had done a lot of turning and tossing in the night, which was expected really. Today was The Day.

A portal had been set up and each of us would go through and be in the battle ground on the other side. Some of the elder of us had gone first to hopefully help make it a bit easier for the rest of us. And now it was my turn. I was the first of people around my age and as I stood at the front of the portal, which glowed with strange and pink waves, I shut my eyes and took a deep breath before practically jumping in. When I opened my eyes I was in a wood of some sort. It was dark but I could see smoke and fire and an evil redness in the sky. I turned behind me to see that the portal had gone; it was depositing us in different places on the battle ground. My training had told me not to stay in one place for too long so I began to sprint, dodging fallen trees and non fallen trees and anything that got in my way. I was now more alert of my surroundings and could dodge obstacles more easily- a lot of training had gone into that.

My heart was beating so fast, I thought it was going to explode and do the demons a favour. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I had to keep going and find the enemy. As I was running, I came across a shadowy creature with red, blood thirsty eyes. It circled me and began to leap when I almost yelped and threw an explosion of air into his direction which made him fly backwards until he hit a tree. Something told me this was a lower level demon, to be affected by that. But he got back up and stalked towards me.

It won’t kill me I thought. James needs to kill me. That’s what was meant to be. I’ve seen it.

I decided to test out my new pushing power.

You were told to destroy yourself I said as loud as I could inside my head. You’re of no use anymore. You must be terminated, it has been commanded.

I froze on the spot, with deep breaths, waiting to see if it would work. After a moment, the demon curled around itself and began to glow a bright orangey red. It then was surrounded by tonnes of smoke as if it was being tied up by it and was pulled down by the smoke into the ground. And then it was gone.

“Woah,” I spoke, unable to keep this thought inside. I then cautiously kept moving but I was proud of myself. I managed to defeat something even if it was low level.

I heard something move in the bushes behind me. I gasped a little. I couldn’t see anything. Everything was quiet apart from the screams and explosions in the distance. Maybe I had imagined it…Everything seemed to be….

And then something jumped on me and pinned me to the ground. It was a woman, with jet black hair, and eyes to match. Then I realised it was the woman from my vision.

Oh man, not this bitch again. I’ve had to deal with her before, in my dreams. However this did prove that my vision was about to come true…which devastated me. How could I change my destiny? How could I change fate? I was destined to die, it’s been written. Like this whole damn war.

I tried to break free from her grasp, but she was very strong- like she had superhuman strength. I let out a yell as I put all my strength into shoving her off me. She had produced an orb from one hand and held it close to me. As it grazed my arm I screamed as it burned and scolded my skin. This action, however, alerted my body and gave me the extra energy I needed to kick her off me and roll out the way. Without a second thought I got up and started sprinting as fast as I could through the woods. Good job I was a good runner. The plants left scratches on my body and I winced every time they rubbed against my burn, which I hadn’t even inspected yet. I ran and ran as fast as I could, my heels not touching the ground and my tip toes getting sore. I was scared I would lose my balance and fall over but thankfully the training had improved my balance. She kept throwing those horrible orbs at me but she couldn’t aim properly through the forest and she kept hitting the trees.

As I ran I saw Grace on my right, dodging her own orbs. God what as it with them? She took a deep breath and suddenly clouds were overhead and it began to rain. Great, now I was wet as well. From the corner of my eye I saw a flash of lightening hit the demon she had been fighting. Nice. I hadn’t appreciated her power enough until now.

As I was paying too much attention to Grace I didn’t see where I was going and I tripped over a tree root and flat onto my face, grazing my elbows as I fell. Shit. I glanced at my arm and saw the burn. It looked pretty horrible, and the grazes made it look worse somehow. I looked up and saw I had fallen into an opening, surrounded by bushes. Basically, I was pretty much cornered. I looked up and there she was. She approached me slowly and with an evil grin. She raised her right leg and slammed it in my face so hard that I flew backwards a little and when I sat back up I noticed blood. Oh, she was pissing me off. I copied her earlier action and spawned my own orb. It felt hot in my hands and I pushed it forwards. She dodged it and sent one back. I jumped abnormally high (another weird ability) and managed to avoid it. I decided to try something new and sent two at a time. I don’t know how I did it but she missed one and got hit by the other. She stumbled to the ground, clutching the leg that had hit me only a few moments ago. Ha, serves her right.

It was then I realised that this was similar to my vision but not exactly the same…Things change I guess. But would the original outcome be the same? As I was thinking this, I saw the angriest of looks on her face and then she screamed this really loud, really weird sounding scream and I just had to cover my ears and clench my eyes shut. When I reopened them James was standing in front of me. At first I wanted to smile and hug him but then I remembered.

“So it comes to this,” he said to me darkly and when I looked closer I saw that his eyes had turned black. The wonderful colours in his eyes just gone. You could say just like the colours in his soul, because you could see just by looking at him, that there was nothing left of the man he was. Just black and dark and…evil.

“I guess it does,” I replied, trying to seem equally as dark and threatening. I could barely recognise him. Everything about him was dark and shadowy. All I was really thinking was ‘What have they done to you?’ but I had to keep a straight face, a dangerous face, with a look that could kill.

He began to walk around me, so I moved as well, so we were moving together around an invisible circle, just staring each other down. I knew I should make the first move, but I simply couldn’t. In fact, I could barely move.

Before I could even blink, he had disappeared from in front of me and before I realised it, he was behind me and had pushed me with a force so strong I flew backwards and hit a tree. I glanced at the woman, who had gotten up and was shrieking with laughter and I turned around and saw James walking towards me.

I got over my initial shock and decided to transfer the energy into anger- something else I had been taught. I got myself up, took deep breaths and clenched my fists. Time to fight back.

I produced one of those orb things and thrust it at him, with my eyes tightly shut so I couldn’t see what I was doing. When I opened them I saw that it had hit the side of his stomach and left a huge burn mark. This didn’t seem to deter him, however, as he continued to approach me. The woman was still laughing as I began to panic. I tried to push him back with a force field like I had done earlier and like he had done to me but it didn’t have much affect. I decided to run to at least get away from that cackling cow but he followed me and appeared to be a good runner himself. I guess instead of dodging trees, he could just run right through them which was an advantage. He was right on my tail and when I next turned my head he was in the air! He could fly! Why couldn’t I fly? It wasn’t fair! But before I knew what was happening next he had flown right into me, making us both tumble to the ground. He held me down and I kicked him as hard as I could, making him flinch enough for me to be released and get up onto my feet.

I concentrated as hard as I could so everything on the floor, plants rocks, animals, sticks, whatever rose into the air. Then I made them all fly towards James’ direction. A rock him in the head, causing a cut and as blood started to run down his face, he rose his arms and a large force field surrounded him, causing the objects to simply bounce off it and making the ground shake so that I stumbled.

When I had got my bearings again, he thrust the force field into my direction, which inside contained a ball of fire. It exploded right next to me, causing me to fall and hit my head on a tree. Fire surrounded us now- there was no escape. And I felt dizzy and tired. I just wanted to sleep. And cry. And disappear. Well I guess I was going to get my wish as James came closer to me and bent down so he was at the same level. He smiled slightly, it sent a shiver down my spine, but a bad shiver. I was going to be the cause of the world becoming hell on earth, it would be all my fault. I was going to die.

No, fate can’t be decided for me, destiny can’t be written. I should be able to make my own. That’s my right! My visions haven’t been exactly accurate until now. I have to try, anything I can. And if I die, then that’s not destiny or fate. That’s just the way things turned out.

With one last effort I attempted to get into his brain, to push him, to control him.

You don’t want to kill me, you want to do anything but kill me.

For a moment I thought I saw some light in his eyes, but if it had been there it disappeared in a flash and I watched his hand appear from behind his back, holding a knife and it came closer and closer towards me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I just wished I could slap some sense into him. I tried to struggle but I was too weak and he was too strong.

The knife was starting to pierce into my skin and I just stared right at him. There was nothing more to do. I just wished his eyes were his normal eyes and not a black abyss. He was staring at me too. And I felt the knife pause against my cold skin. We didn’t move, we just stared at each other, not moving a muscle. Then the knife became loose and it dropped to the floor. I didn’t take my eyes off his and I saw the darkness disappear from his eyes. My sunken heart flipped over and kicked back into life. The heavy feeling I had in the pit of my stomach the past few months lifted as his real eyes stared into mine.

The first thing he did was embrace me. He held me tight in his arms like he never wanted to let go and he was whispering in my ear.

“I’m so sorry, God, I am so, so sorry.”

And a tear fell from my face as I shivered and the numb feeling I had had the whole time went away and I could feel the blood in my veins circulate my body and warm me up. And I felt my wounds. And I felt his. I could never forgive myself for this and I don’t think he would either. He kissed me and the pain disappeared for a moment. Sweet relief. But then we were interrupted.

That evil bitch had returned and had brought some friends. They looked outraged that their chosen one had switched sides but I was delighted. I could see they were about to attack and one of those damn orb things came in our direction but we dodged. James helped me to my feet and I found myself yelling;

“GIVE US A FUCKING BREAK!”

And somehow we automatically knew what we had to do. My hand gripped his arm and his hand gripped mine and we concentrated. Hard. And I mean the hardest I had ever concentrated, in my whole life, ever. My head hurt and everything felt like it was spinning. My wounds throbbed and I felt like screaming. But beneath us a huge force was arising, miles wide and powerful. The most powerful thing anyone had ever seen. As it rose the demons began to panic. They began to run away but that wouldn’t save them. The force rose higher and higher and further and further and the demons screamed in agony as they turned to dust and smoke and returned to hell where they belong. I remember hearing screams and enjoying it and feeling powerful and feeling loved.

And then everything went black.

Wayward Saviours Chapter 11

2009-08-08T21:19:54Z

“Don’t look at me like that!” He said to me defensively. I blinked.

“Like what?” I asked, as if I didn’t know what he meant.

“Like I’ve done something wrong, like I’m the bad guy!”

Chloe was standing there, looking between the two of us. I looked at my hands in my lap before getting up and walking over in her direction.

“Hey, where are you going?” James asked agitated.

“Away from you,” I replied without turning around.

“For God’s sake,” he mumbled angrily, getting up and beginning to walk briskly towards me. I started to walk faster until I broke out into a run, leaving Chloe behind. He ran after me until we reached outside the old building and he managed to catch up and grab my wrist.

“Get off me,” I panted, slightly out of breath.

“No,” he replied sternly, breathing harder himself. “I don’t know who or what you think I am but you’re wrong, you are so wrong. I thought we understood each other.”

“I don’t understand,” I said coldly. “I don’t understand at all.” I snatched my wrist back and tried to keep walking away. He ran in front of me.

“I’m on your side,” he told me, desperately.

“Then how come everything is telling me to keep away from you?!” I yelled in frustration. “Everywhere I go and everything I see there’s something telling me there’s something not right about you, James. Even Peter has a feeling about you.”

“Peter? What has he been saying?!” He inquired, confused and paranoid.

“It doesn’t matter. The point is even he can see it.” I looked down to the floor. “I don’t think you’re meant to be on my side, James. I don’t think you’re meant to be here at all.”

“Meant to be? Who cares where I’m meant to be. What matters is I’m here. And I want to be here and do you know what else I wanna do?”

“No…” I replied quietly.

“This.” And before I knew it he had lowered his head to where my lips were and he was kissing me. Okay, this was bad. This couldn’t happen. This wasn’t meant to be, it was wrong but for some reason that I couldn’t quite think of, I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to, I felt comforted and protected, even loved and to be quite honest I liked this feeling, so I didn’t stop.

That is until I heard a huge explosion. Immediately I pulled away and saw that fire bombs were being thrust towards the buildings not far away from us. I stared in shock at the fire, which made me tremble in fear. What if people were hurt? I saw that they hadn’t hit the old building yet so everyone still had a chance to escape the main hall. As people came pouring out the doors and windows I looked above to see strange beings floating in the sky and shooting orbs towards the old school. They looked dark and evil and they made me terrified.

“Stay here,” James told me before running towards the old building which had just been hit.

“No, I’m not staying here!” I cried and ran after him. He tore off the door and we walked in, climbing over debris, a few people ran past making their way out. The fire was close, I could hear it roaring. I shook at the thought of getting any nearer but we continued to move closer to see if anyone was trapped inside. I stopped dead in my tracks.

“I feel someone…” I whispered. “They’re scared and they’re…” I concentrated. In my head I saw ghosts, cowering from the fire and running around, then there was a flash and the ghosts were back as their human selves. They looked exactly the same as they had in their ghost form except they were dying in the fire, they were terrified. As I was having this peculiar and unexpected vision, James had walked through the wall and into the next room where I had felt the scared person. I hadn’t known he could walk through walls, it made him seem a lot more ghostly himself. There was a problem though, the only way back was through the fire as I’m sure the other person couldn’t get through walls.

“James?” I called through the flames. A moment later he appeared and walked through the flames whilst keeping the other person wrapped up in his clothes and arms. Once safely on the other side he put them down. There wasn’t a mark on him. I guess his fire ability protects his skin from being burned. He was coughing though and as I looked at the other person (who was also coughing) I could see that it was Chloe.

“Chloe!” I gasped and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” She nodded and wiped her sooty face with her arm.

“Time is repeating itself,” she said to us grimly. “The ghosts went through it all again.”

I then realised that this was how I must have had the vision. I must have felt Chloe’s feelings and so I saw what made her feel these feelings which was the ghosts, then I felt what the ghosts were feeling which caused the flashback about the old school being burned down. Woah, that’s pretty intense.

The room the two had come from began to collapse behind us so I ushered the two to try and get to the exit, though both had inhaled a lot of smoke and had become weak. I did my best to try and stabilise the two, letting Chloe lean on me and encouraging James to keep moving forward by dragging him by his shirt. We eventually got to the door and with one final push we all fell to the ground, whilst breathing in clean air and coughing like mad to get rid of the smoke in our lungs. A beam from the ceiling fell and blocked the entrance behind us and I secretly thanked God that we had got out before it fell and trapped us in. The next thing I knew Sam and Dean were running over to us. I looked over at James and Chloe and a second later I swear I saw a figure dressed in black with strange green eyes next to James but before I realised, I looked away and when I looked back it was gone. And so was James.

Dean scooped me up in his arms and Sam tended to Chloe. Once they both had us they started to run away from the building as fast as they could. I felt myself grow more tired by the second. Where was James, what was that thing? I managed to stay conscious long enough to hear a loud explosion and an eruption of light before my body went limp and I passed out.

When I woke up I was in the hospital wing of the newer building which fortunately was mostly undamaged. I noticed I had one of those oxygen masks on which freaked me out a little bit so I took it off. I had never stayed in hospital before so this was fairly daunting. It was then I remembered what had happened. The fire, the explosion, passing out…James…what had happened to him? I tried to call out for someone but ended up just making a sort of cry. A nurse rushed over to my direction.

“What is it, honey? Are you okay?” she asked me, her eyes filled with care and concern. I immediately liked her. I was just about to reply when-

“It’s ok, I got it.”

Peter had appeared behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and nodded before looking at me hesitantly and smiled at me before leaving.

“You’re awake,” he stated bluntly. I tried to speak but a noise came out so I cleared my throat.

“Blatantly,” I replied my voice still sounding strained.

“Don’t worry, the smoke has done some damage to your respiratory system,” he explained even more bluntly. “But you’ll be fine.”

I said nothing. It’s good to know he had a good bedside manner. He pushed back his long black fringe and leaned in, looking serious.

“Natalie, did you see what happened to James? Did someone take him?”

I did my best to think back, though I had been drowsy and my memory was foggy.

“I saw…a figure,” I began steadily.

“A figure? What like?”

“It…it was dark and wore black. Its eyes were green and…and I think he took him. I think he took James!” As I remembered I felt my heartbeat increase and the heart rate monitor increased in speed between beeps.

Beep…..beep...beep..beep.beepbeepbeep

The nurse turned and looked towards our direction, still with concern. Bless her.

“Calm down. Is there anything you can tell me about the boy? His past? His behaviour?” Peter continued to interrogate me.

It then occurred to me that I didn’t know too much about him. This was disappointing. I scolded myself for kissing someone I barely knew. Bad Natalie! But I did know some things…like what happened to his parents. But I didn’t want to go telling Peter private and emotional stuff so I changed the story a bit.

“He was…sweet and…friendly. He was caring…he was mysterious. When he was a baby there was a fire.”

Peter looked uninterested until I mentioned mystery and the fire.

“Ah yes, the fire that killed his parents. The fire he started.”

It appeared Peter already knew about the fire so my plans of protecting James’ past went out the window.

“He couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand.”

“I know…I didn’t like the look of him to be honest. I just had a bad feeling. So I went and looked him up and found something quite interesting.”

“Really?” I asked very, very interested. Peter hesitated a second.

“Okay, I’ll tell you but only because you seem to know him the best and you could help us. I found out that the night James started the fire demons had broken into the house. Originally he was born powerless, a mere mortal, just like anyone else but the demons came in and attacked his parents, threatening to kill them and their son if they didn’t make a deal.”

I stared in fascination and shock. “A deal with who?” I asked.

“Lucifer. They made his parents sell their son’s soul in exchange for all their lives. The green eyed demon cuts its skin and cuts the baby’s skin and transfers demon blood into the baby’s blood.”

“James has demon blood…” This was all making sense. Why everything told me to beware. Why the ghosts were scared of him. “Does this mean he’s evil?”

“Not necessarily,” Peter thought. “Who he wants to be is deep inside his heart but his blood is tainted with the evil. He could be manipulated into thinking who he wants to be is evil. They’ve taken him because they are now claiming him as their own; they’re gonna want him to be on their side and fight for them. He is a soldier of the devil.”

“No…This can’t be. He wouldn’t. He can’t.” I was in disbelief. James couldn’t be evil. I wouldn’t kiss anyone who was evil!

“There’s something else that I’ve found out as well…” he trailed off, like he didn’t want to say it.

“What?” I asked, regretting the question. How could this get any worse?

“There’s an ancient prophecy. No one really believed it but I’ve been doing some research with Sam and Dean who know a lot more about this stuff than I do…”

“Go on…”

“When someone is born, the angels decide who will be angels in human form. Who they choose is automatically a good person and will step up to fight in God’s name when they are needed.”

I didn’t like where this was going. “Oh, no…”

“You’re an angel, Natalie. You were chosen.”

There was a silence…

“That is a load of BS, right there!” I said to him, making the nurse turn round again but this time in less of a concerned manner and more of an irritated one.

“It’s not. It makes perfect sense.” Peter continued. “This war we’re going to have was written long ago. They knew it was going to happen, just nobody understood or believed. But now we believe, we have to believe. We have to win. Our world depends on it.”

“How do you know I’m an angel?” I asked astounded. Me, angelic?! I found it hard to believe.

“Sam and Dean have contact with the angels. Once we suspected, they told us. They told us the prophecy was true, they told us you were one of the angels.”

“One of them?” Jeeze, there were more?

“Yes, there are more. All around the Earth. But there’s something about you that’s different.”

“And that is?”

“Well firstly, you have more powers. You’re stronger. You have the ability to tell good from bad and to feel who is good and bad with your new power. In the prophecy you are the leader. You are the leader of us all. You lead us to war.”

Beep beep beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

“There’s more, I’m afraid…”

KILL ME. KILL ME NOW!

“James is also the chosen one for Lucifer. He’s also stronger than the rest.”

“He has more powers?”

“Oh, more than you realise. You too. You just need to find them.”

Great.

“The bad news is…”

Oh so THAT was the good news?! Fucking hell, give me a gun I’ll do it myself.

“Because you’re both the leaders. One of you must die in order for a side to win.”

*Click*…damn my imaginary gun is out of imaginary bullets…

“Listen carefully now. Natalie, when you kill him, you need to drain all of his blood. So there is nothing left, nothing left to salvage.”

I stared into space. I think I really would rather die.

“Natalie, listen. If you don’t do this he will kill you and he will take your blood and give it to all the demons, who will consume it and grow even stronger and turn this world into hell on earth and I’m not kidding. Do you understand?”

It was starting to rain outside, heavily. Thunder too. What a coincidence, the thunder felt like the sound of my heart breaking. And the rain made me think of the tears that were about to come...

Wayward Saviours Chapter 10

2009-08-08T21:05:56Z

I made my way down to the big hall in the old main building. I hadn’t been in there yet and I could immediately see that this room was likely to be the biggest in the building. The walls were old, grey bricks and the floor was covered in cracked slabs like in a castle. I could also see that instead of lighting there were lit torches on the walls, lighting the room with their flames. I made especially sure to stay away from them as I have an irrational fear of fire and thought that if I was even stood within a metre of them I might just randomly combust…

The second thing I immediately noticed was James on the opposite side of the room. He gave me a nod and looked at me as if he expected me to come over but instead I stood on the other side of the room with Grace and Sam. Most of the students had entered the hall already and I could see in the middle of the room was Sam and Dean. They appeared overwhelmed by the number of people, especially teenagers and were trying to get everyone to shut up.

“This is gonna be fun…” I told the others in the best sarcastic tone I could manage. Suddenly there was a penetrating noise which left a ringing in my ears.

“EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP,” echoed the voice.

When I turned to try and see where the voice had come from I saw a little girl, probably aged about 10 who obviously had the power to intensify the volume of their voice. After the initial confusion was over, everybody decided to turn their attention to Sam and Dean before getting yelled at again and ended up being deaf for a few days.

“Right…thank you…little girl…impressive power you got there…” Dean managed to spit out, also seemingly confused about how much noise could come from such a small being.

“Ok, we’re gonna tell you what you’re up against here…You’re gonna be fighting bad guys.” Sam began before a roar of voices filled up the room.

“Thanks for the newsflash,” I mumbled to myself. I saw this happening from day one.

“First up. Demons. Anyone know anything about demons?” Sam continued.

“They’re evil?” Some smartarse contributed, followed by some laughter.

“Demons are humans that have been condemned to hell and over a long time have become what is known as a demon.” James randomly started saying to my surprise. He was staring into space, as everyone started at him.

“Yes, that’s one definition for them,” Sam agreed. “Another one is that God put humans first in front of angels and the bitter angels became demons as they turned their life against God and fought alongside Lucifer.”

James didn’t appear to be listening; he was staring into space still, as if confused as to how he knew what to say about the demons. I watched him closely; something wasn’t right with that kid, that’s for sure.

After telling us about the demons, ghosties and evil people we were going to be ‘defeating’ (as if!) they started giving us some kind of martial arts lessons. What they were showing us was far too complex for me and I couldn’t even concentrate hard enough to watch and learn at the speed they were going. Sam had his arm in front of him and Dean somehow managed to dodge Sam’s block, grab his arm and bend it behind his back before kicking him in just the right place to weaken his leg muscles and make him drop to the floor, rendering him defenceless.

“Getting better, Sammy. Still a bit off though,” Dean smirked. Everyone deemed it appropriate to laugh at Sam’s cute little nickname his brother had adopted for him. I didn’t laugh, only a moron would laugh at a nickname. I turned to see Connor, Ryan and James giggling slightly which caused me to sigh. Sam got up; looking slightly embarrassed and he neatened his clothes.

“Okay then,” he cleared his throat. “Let one of them try. You.” He looked at me. “You give it a try.”

I looked back at him horrified. I could have been swallowed by a black hole then and there and I wouldn’t have minded. Why did he have to pick me? He looked expectant, as did everyone else so I slowly made my way forward.

“Try and get me to the floor like Dean did just then.” He told me. How was I supposed to do that?! I wasn’t even paying close attention. I had a feeling Sammy chose me because he knew he could beat me and so he would seem slightly less bad at this whole martial arts thing. He stuck his arm out again and I dodged and got a hold of it and managed to repeat exactly what Dean had done, getting Sammy to the ground and holding him there without even thinking once. Ah yes, that’s right, my power! I was so nervous that I had forgotten about it. I backed away and Sammy tried to get up as quickly as he could. I could feel his embarrassment and not just because I am now an Empath.

People were laughing as I silently slid back to where I had been stood in the crowd but no one was laughing as much as Dean.

“Oh, Sammy! I never thought I’d see you get taken down by a girl…I mean I toyed with the possibility but I never thought it would actually happen!” he chuckled whilst Sammy stared at him angrily. I found this quite offensive. He sighed heavily and tried to move the subject on.

“There’s one more thing we need to talk about today,” he said trying to shake his shame. “These demons, they’re gonna wanna try and get inside you.”

Giggles were heard from around the room, particularly from Grace. I rolled my eyes though it did sound a little amusing. Dean continued for Sam;

“This is serious, dudes. In order to stop them taking over your body you must either wear a crucifix or get one of these tattoos.”

At that moment, Dean and Sam moved over part of their shirts to reveal a round circle with symbols on their chest. There were a lot of cheers from the guys as they ran over to get their tattoo done. I didn’t need anything as I already had a crucifix necklace and I sure didn’t want a tattoo. So whilst everyone else was queuing up I left the room by myself and went and sat on a bench in the dark hallway.

“Hey.” James appeared a few moments later, making me jump slightly.

“Hey,” I replied quietly. He sat down next to me and I noticed he was holding his chest.

“You got the tattoo then?” I said. Of course he did.

“Yep, always wanted one, plus…I don’t do jewellery.” He smiled slightly. I didn’t smile back. “So why you been avoiding me recently?” he asked.

“I haven’t been avoiding you…just been…busy,” I answered lamely.

“Dreams?” he asked me seriously. I said nothing but nodded. He stared at me for a moment before leaning in so that his lips were near my ear and he begun to whisper, which sent a shiver down my spine and made the hairs on my neck stand on end.

“I would never ever hurt you, okay? And If I ever did somehow I would never forgive myself.”

I had closed my eyes and reopened them to pull away. I still couldn’t trust him just yet. Not fully. He seemed genuine, his heart seemed genuine, I could feel that but the evidence was against him and I knew something wasn’t right…

“Sure,” I replied smiling at him. He smiled back but then I notice his gaze change to behind me. I turned around to see Chloe looking fairly worried.

“Chloe, what’s wrong?” I asked, worrying myself.

“The people that died here, their ghosts. They’re here right now…” she told me.

“Yeah?” I asked, impressed and slightly freaked whilst looking around even though I knew only Chloe could see them.

“Yes…and I can tell you, they’re terrified of him…” she continued, staring right at James with a scared expression. James stared right back at Chloe unsure of what to say and I stared right at him.

I knew something wasn’t right.

Wayward Saviours Chapter 9

2009-07-28T21:26:49Z

Another rough night; Yes- more dreams. I just can’t get a break! This one had James in again so you just knew it was going to be dandy…not.

So we were fighting, all of us I mean. We were by a graveyard, I remember that and we were all over everywhere in the woods, chasing and running and using our powers to stay alive and to defeat the enemy. I was indeed running, looking frantically behind me, bounding through trees and leaves and getting scratched all over my body. As soon as I looked in front of me, she was already there. A woman, with incredible midnight black hair, flowing down to her hips. Her eyes were dark and not just because of her dark make up but also her whole eye. There was no colour, only dark, only evil. She looked at me with a smile before raising her leg higher than her own head and hitting me right in the face, causing me to stumble backwards. She then produced an orb of light from her hands and was about to throw it right at me when I copied her earlier act and biffed her right in the face with my own leg. Being called a copycat is usually an insult but in this case I shall make an exception- it’s a useful power. I was surprised as I thought I couldn’t copycat powers but I must have adapted them somehow.

She was lost for a moment as she recovered and reproduced the orb of light. I copied. We stared each other down, seeing who would make the first move….

“Oh fuck this,” I said sick of waiting, “Eat this, bitch!” And thrust the light towards her as hard as I could. She was thrown against a tree and I walked up to her whilst she was on the ground.

“Yeah, that’s what you get…” I attempted to gloat. But I saw her dismay turn to a grin which made my expression turn to that of confusion. I turned around to see James.

“There you are. I’m so glad you’re okay…I-“ I began but then I noticed his eyes. Pitch black, like the night’s sky. He stared at me hard and I looked down at his hand where he had just produced a ball of fire…

“Kill her,” I heard the woman hiss behind me. I looked at him.

“I’m sorry. I have no choice…I’m the chosen one…” he said to me, his words ringing in my ears before everything went dark and my heart beat stopped.

Sit up, eyes wide, deep breaths, same as every night. Did I die in that dream? Did I die? WELL DID I FREAKIN’ DIE OR NOT?! I was still having dreams that James was evil, but how could he be? After everything he’s said. After everything he’s done. Nothing made any sense.

“Are you alright?”

I jumped slightly, which didn’t help me return my breathing to normal. It was Chloe, in the next bed, obviously noticing my disturbance. I swallowed.

“Yeah, I’m alright- Nightmare…” I replied, feeling edgy.

“Not a vision about the future, I hope?” She replied.

“Hopefully not…” I replied unconvinced that hope will help in the slightest. We were silent for a moment. “Hey…Chloe. I think I have like, a new power.”

“Really?” She asked enthusiastically, she sat up in bed now.

“Yeah, like, if other people feel a real strong emotion…then I can feel it too…exactly. And I can see it too, sometimes, like a flashback or vision or something.”

“An empath. You’re an empath.” She spoke, almost fascinated. “You had 2 powers before right? Now you have 3- that is very rare, especially in people our age. You could prove to be very valuable now.”

“Oh, jeeze, lucky me,” I replied sarcastically.

“Hey, so we better get some sleep.” Chloe suggested. “I mean, I’d still be up but…big day tomorrow I guess.”

“Yeah…ok,” I said to her, my mind half in thought. But she was right; Training starts tomorrow or today actually as my clock read 4am. I laid my head back on my pillow, my eyes left wide open.

The next morning we were awoken at 7am by a young girl standing in our room.

“Would everyone please report to the main hall on the ground floor by 7:30 please to begin training.”

“WHAT…THE HELL?” Grace yelled in shock at how someone had randomly appeared in our room.

“Who the hell are you?!” Sam asked the girl. But the girl did not flinch, she didn’t even turn around.

“And would Natalie Thompson please see Peter in his room.” And after that she just vanished, like she was never there. I assumed she had been a duplicate from someone who could spawn several copies of themselves. So why did Peter want to see me? I had no idea what it could be about. Had I done something wrong? Everyone in the room had their eyes on me.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know what it’s about!” I said annoyed at this.

“Yeah, right, are you sure it’s not about fornicating with that lad you see all the time?” Chloe joked.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I told her and the rest of the room. “So shut up.” And with that I took my things and went into the bathroom to get ready to go downstairs.

When I was ready I knocked on Peter’s door, after taking my time and standing there awkwardly for a few minutes.

“Come I,” I heard a voice say. I opened the door and entered the room.

“You wanted to see me?" I said nervously and still confused. God this situation was so cliché. I was disappointed at this fact.

“Yes, please take a seat, Natalie.” He said without looking at me. I sat.

“Can, I just ask…what the heck is this about?” I asked, breaking from the cliché. He turned around to face me and stared at me with great interest.

“I’ve heard something about you…” He began. Oh no, I knew where this was going.

“Look, I haven’t been fornicating with some guy, okay?! Who do you think I am, I don’t even know him properly, alright? I don’t even like him that way, jeeze!”

Peter stared at me his expression hadn’t changed. He just paused as if he were unsure of what to say.

“Er…” I made a noise, kinda starting to regret what I had just said.

“I don’t know what in God’s name you’re talking about but I’ve heard you now have a total of three powers, is that right?”

“Oh,” Now I was embarrassed. “Yeah, I guess…How do you know?” I asked suspiciously.

“We have eyes and ears everywhere.” He stated eerily. “I need to document this, could you remind me of your powers including your new one please?”

“Um, future dreaming, er…copy cat and empathy.”

“Ok so, precognitive dreaming, adoptive muscle memory and empathy.” He said out loud whilst writing them down on a piece of paper.

“Yeeaaaaaaaaaah.”

I watched as he closed a folder over the paper and put it in a filing cabinet. I saw my name and a photo of me on the front.

“What?! You have files on us all?! AND WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE FROM?!” I asked horrified, most of all because the picture was from when I was 12 and I looked like a tramp drugged up on cough syrup.

“We need to know who you all are and keep track of you all. It’s a necessity. And you especially need to be tracked now.”

“It’s an invasion of privacy! And why me?!” This wasn’t fair! I felt like a prisoner.

“You are a rarity now. Having three powers at once isn’t common and you are useful. You are useful to us and to them. We need to keep an eye on you. You’re vulnerable now.”

Bloody brilliant. Things keep getting worse and worse. I might just explode over Mr You’re Vulnerable Now’s desk. What a lovely image…

When I left Peter’s office/room/pit I wasn’t happy in the slightest. I was going to have to be stalked just to be safe. I could cry. I saw Jemma standing right outside the door with a slight grin on her face that I could only describe as…well…evil.

“What are you staring at?” I asked in the meanest possible way I could.

“Three powers, huh? Guess that makes you pretty special…” She said to me, seemingly interested. Her interest interested me.

“Why do you wanna know?” I asked, still in my mean tone of voice.

“No reason…” She answered suspiciously and as I turned my back and walked away I remembered the last thing Peter had said to me before I left the room.

“Don’t trust anyone around here; you can’t afford to trust…especially James…”

I was beginning to think maybe Peter knew a lot more about me than he was letting on…and that he knew a lot more about James too…

Wayward Saviours Chapter 8

2009-07-17T22:50:02Z

James merely stared at me, totally hating me at that moment, I could tell from his eyes but also I could feel it. I felt like fire was on its way towards me, shooting at me. I almost thought James was using his power to shoot fire at me…

But no, this was a feeling from within. I could feel it myself, in my heart. But why would I be able to feel what other people are feeling? And I’m not talking everyday empathy for the sensitive, I mean I can feel EXACTLY what James was feeling right now and to be honest, with my own messed up feelings as well, it was a little too much to take.

“Stop that!” I said to him, clenching my fists and taking a step back.

“Stop what?!” he replied getting more frustrated.

“Just stop feeling for one minute! Stop being so angry!” This wasn’t good. It appeared I was making him worse as I felt like kicking something really, really hard which meant he felt like kicking something really, really hard and oh look, the nearest thing around is me…!!

Just as I thought I was about to explode, it all stopped, the anger went…and all I felt was…emptiness. I took a breath of relief and looked up at James, who just looked defeated. He turned around and sat down again.

“It was an accident,” he eventually spoke. I sat down next to him.

“I know,” I replied softly.

“It was just…I mean, I couldn’t…” he trailed off.

“I know.”

He looked up at me, a slight look of confusion on his face.

“What do you mean you know?” he asked.

“I was there.” He looked even more confused and a bit shocked. So I explained. “That freak out just now. I was feeling what you were feeling and so…I was kind of…seeing what you were feeling. So I saw it, I saw what happened. Well I mean, I felt it.”

He looked at me for a moment, taking this in.

“You know something? You’re kinda messed up.” He said with a slight laugh. I laughed along but more out of irony. He didn’t know the half of it. We sat there in silence for a few moments, our feet in the river, just being peaceful when I felt compelled to say something.

“My mum died,” I said staring intently at the water. I saw the reflection of the sun as my feet slowly moved about in the water. I could feel him look at me.

“I’m sorry...” he spoke quietly, near my ear, making a shiver travel down my spine.

“So am I,” I whispered, refusing to look up and kept watching my feet move around in the water. After a few heartbeats of quiet I spoke up again. “It was my fault.” My voice began to crack very slightly and my eyes began to well up.

“What?!” James replied in great surprise.

A tear escaped. “I watched it happen. I knew it was going to happen. I did nothing…I saw her die…I didn’t stop it. What kind of person let’s their mother die?” I looked away, the tears beginning to stream down. Why did I start this? Why was I saying this?

“I don’t understand, Natalie. I know it’s difficult…try and explain.” He put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“I started getting these dreams.” I sniffed and wiped my face. “And I noticed that…they started coming true. I didn’t get it, I didn’t know about all this power nonsense then so I tried to shrug it off and ignore it…and then I started having dreams about her…”

“Your mum…”

“I saw…a car. Coming towards her, at night. She was in her own car. There were kids in the other car, drunk, playing loud music, shouting, singing. They weren’t paying attention to the roads. They weren’t paying attention to anything. It was too late for my mum to get out the way before they got to her.”

James was quiet.

“I saw everything. I saw it all. More than once. The screaming, the crying, the bleeding. I saw the life leave her every night…And then I’d wake up, and all it was, was a nightmare, nothing more. But…we got a call from the hospital one night and that was it. She was gone.” I pulled my feet from the water and brought my legs close to my chest and wrapped my arms around them as if to curl in a ball and hide from the world. “ I could have saved her. I could have stopped her going out that night.”

“Look at me,” James spoke to me sternly. I refused, I clenched my eyes shut and put my head on my knees to complete the ball. “Look at me!” He repeated louder. He put his hand underneath my chin and made me look him in the eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. You weren’t to know. It was going to happen.”

“I relive it every night. I still see it. It never goes away,” I whispered. “I can’t sleep, I can’t live. And I don’t know what to do…”

He just stared, speechless. What was he to say? I just told him my biggest secret. Now he knew how much of a mess I was and that no matter what anyone said I was a lost cause. A damaged soul, there wasn’t any point in me being here. I shouldn’t be alive. I don’t deserve to be alive.

And then he brought me close. He didn’t say a word; he just pulled me towards him and held me tight. And I cried, I cried my heart out and I didn’t stop. And we stayed there till the sun went down…

Wayward Saviours chapter 7

2009-07-05T22:27:27Z

Even though I had told them nothing happened with James they were still keeping a close watch on him. I mean the guy hadn’t got off to a great start and all, beating up kids and then being seen with his hands on me whilst I looked distraught. I still feel bad about that.

It had only been a couple days since we came to this place but it did feel like a whole lot longer. Sometimes I feel like this place is a prison. I have a feeling they are gonna start training us soon. You know how to attack the enemy and how to develop our powers and all that. Of all the places I could run away to I had to run away here. Not that this was the first time I had run away. I remember earlier this year I walked straight out the house after an argument with my dad and I went all the way to the church and snuck in and just sat in one of the pews for a few hours. I remember praying. I prayed for my mother, I even prayed for my Dad but…I also prayed for myself. I do that sometimes. I’m not hardcore religious or anything but sometimes when I feel I’ve lost my way I need to maybe ask God for directions now and again. No harm in trying right?

I was going for a walk across the river when I saw a guy sitting there playing guitar. I thought he was amazing. After a moment of hesitation I walked up to him.

“Hey, can I have a go?” I asked him. He stopped and looked up at me, squinting in the daylight.

“Sure,” he replied with a grin and handed me the guitar. Being…not very rich I didn’t have a guitar, I’d never even held one. I had always wanted to learn to play in instrument however and I did love the guitar so I sat down on the rock he had been sitting on and after trying to figure out how to hold the guitar I started playing exactly what the guy had been playing. No mistakes. The guy widened his eyes and crossed his arms in admiration.

“Not bad. How long you been playing?” he asked me.

“Since today.” I replied. He looked at me confused. I sighed. “I’m a fast learner.”

He laughed. “I see.” He took his guitar back and reclaimed his place on the rock. “Guess I’ll see ya round,” He said to me.

“Yup, guess you will,” I gave a small wave and continued my walk along the river. Along the way I met up with Chloe. She was with another girl.

“Hey,” I called over to her.

“Hey,” she replied walking over. “This is Jemma.”

Jemma looked me up and down with a less than impressed expression. I did the same in return. She wore dark clothes and had dark hair and something told me she had a dark attitude to match.

“Hey,” I said to her. She gave me a fake smile. Bitch.

“Chloe, we should get going, I need to talk to Peter.” She said, ignoring me.

“Okay, sure thing. See you later, Nat.”

“Yeah, see ya.” I replied.

“Hope you’re ready for training tomorrow,” Jemma said to me quietly with a slight evil grin before following Chloe and walking away.

Training, tomorrow? Great. No one had even told me. Well I guess technically someone had now but no one official or no one I even really liked or knew. Sigh. So I was alone again. I sat down next to the water and put my feet over the edge, kicking up some of the water. I was starting to think about how serious this “war” would be. We haven’t had much info about it. Maybe they don’t want us to think it’s that serious. They hadn’t even referred to it as a “war”. Would people die? They wouldn’t send a bunch of kids and young adults out to get killed…would they? OH WHY DID I COME HERE?!

“Oi!”

In surprise I jumped and my feet splashed in the water. I turned around to see Grace and Sam.

“Oh for god’s sake. You scared me.”

“Oops.” Said Sam.

“We just hadn’t seen you in a while, we wondered where you were.” Grace said to me as they both sat down next to me.

“Oh, I’ve just been around.” I told them vaguely.

“Right…what does that mean??” Grace asked, apparently not happy with this answer. “I heard that James guy made a move on you or something,”

“What, no!” I replied quickly. “It’s just a shitty rumour, okay?” I made a mental note to kill everybody who had heard this rumour. I then made a second mental note to make it my mission to find out everybody who knew the rumour before setting the first mental note into motion.

“You can tell us,” Sam said to me caringly. “Don’t be afraid.”

“Oh bloody hell, it’s a load of shit, it’s not true,” I told them putting my head in my hands.

“Sure it is…” Grace mumbled loud enough for me to hear. Ugh people never believe me. They believe what they want to.

“Did you hear that training starts tomorrow?” I said wanting to change the subject but also wanting to talk about it.

“Training for what?” asked Sam.

“Well you know…for that…war…thing…” I answered.

“WAR?! WHAT?!” Grace panicked.

“Well we have to defeat those evil shits don’t we?” I said to them.

“Yeah but they never said it was gonna be like a war!” Sam exclaimed.

“What else would it be like?” I asked.

They looked at each other helplessly and then back at me. They had no answer.

“Exactly.” I said proving my point and then sighed, moving my feet in the water. “Training starts tomorrow.”

“I think I need to go prepare myself…” Grace said staring into space.

“Let’s go,” Sam said. “Maybe we can come up with some sort of way out of this.” They both stood up. “You coming?” she asked me. I shook my head. There was no point- no amount of preparation would actually…well…prepare me.

Alone alone alone again. I sometimes like to be alone. I lay down backwards and closed my eyes, letting my skin soak in the sun and my feet cool in the water. I think I must have nearly fallen asleep because I didn’t notice when James was sitting right next to me. I opened my eyes and he was staring right at me. I jolted upwards in surprise.

“Wha…how…when??” I asked confused.

“Sorry for disturbing you,” he replied, totally ignoring my questions…or…what I meant to be questions.

“Erm, that’s okay. What’s up?” I took my feet out the water and put my socks back on.

“Nothing…Just…got bored.” He looked down at his hands.

“Oh, well it’s nice to know I’m only good for when someone’s bored.” I replied sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean-“

“I know, its okay.”

There was a silence as we both looked down to the ground and said nothing for a while. I looked around and ended up looking at the sun which made me blink hard and turn away. DAMN MY SENSITIVE EYES!

“Peter and that are on my back.” James finally said still looking at the ground.

“That’s rough. I told them nothing happened for God’s sake.” SEE? NO ONE BELIEVES ME.

“It’s not your fault. I’m not the most innocent looking person,”

“Unlike moi,” I said with a grin. He laughed slightly and picked the grass beneath him.

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe you’re innocent for a second,” he replied.

“Hey, I take offence to that! It took me years to build up that reputation and you wreck it with a comment like that!” I crossed my arms in disapproval. James smiled. I smiled back and we glanced at each other. I felt like we should learn more about each other. So I gave it a go.

“Um…so what are your parents like?”

James looked away and looked a bit awkward. He continued picking at the grass and let out a cough.

“I, er…don’t have any parents…” he said to me, without looking at me.

“Oh…I’m sorry.” I was hesitant about my next question but I was curious.

“What happened?”

He turned his face completely away from me and I saw him grip at the grass tighter and rip it apart.

“They died…in a fire. When I was little. Very little. I’ve been at an orphanage since then…” He still didn’t look at me.

“Oh…I’m so sorry…” Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my heart and an unsettling feeling in the bottom of my stomach as if it was sinking. ”Woah…what the-“ Before I knew it I was crying. I have no idea why. But I felt heart broken. I felt guilty. I felt like being sick. I felt like I hated myself which to be honest wasn’t a new feeling. None of them were new feelings actually but it felt more intense at this moment and it felt different. Like it was someone else’s pain…

“What…what’s the matter?” James asked me confused. He looked concerned and also a bit freaked out. Hey, I was freaked out too- I had randomly started crying, IN PUBLIC NO LESS. This was terrible. What was going on here?! And then I had a vision, right then and there.

I saw fire, lots and lots of fire. I felt the heat. And all I could do was cry and cry. I couldn’t move. I looked at my hands and saw fire coming from them. It wasn’t stopping. I couldn’t control it. I was screaming for it to stop but nothing was happening and I couldn’t hear myself. All I could hear was a roaring from the flames. And then I saw them. A woman, trying to run towards me, screaming in pain. She was being burned alive. No. No. This can’t be happening. Not her. God, not her. She fell to the ground, her skin turned black. I saw a man lying amongst the flames, his skin red raw, their bodies slowly disintegrating. And all I could do was lie there, practically motionless…

My eyes opened and I stared into space, unable to move. I could feel tears leak out my open eyes, my nails had dug deep into the soil and were covered in mud. James was sat there looking almost horrified, his hands half holding my arms, attempting to hold them still. When he saw I was still he dropped them. He stared right at me, almost as if he knew what I had seen. I stared back, in disbelief.

“You killed your parents…”

Wayward Saviours Chapter 6

2009-06-27T20:09:41Z

That night was not the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had. I had a number of dreams. One involved a young man and what appeared to be his girlfriend.

The couple were in a car, following a road along a mountain by the sea. It was dark and the couple were laughing, listening to music and exchanging a quick, heartfelt kiss every now and again. They were approaching a corner but what they did not see was a lorry coming from the other side of the corner. The couple shared another kiss as they came into view of the lorry, the lights blinding them so they could not see. The lorry honked but had no room to brake and so consequently collided with the couple in the car, causing them to smash through the barrier on the edge and tumble down, down that mountain and finally landing into the sea.

I woke up, cold sweat on my brow and breathing hard. The others were still asleep. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom where I washed my face and drank a glass of water. I stared at myself in the mirror. Every night was torture with this “gift.” I hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in years. There is so much pain in this world and it sent me shivers to know that the event with the couple hadn’t happened yet and there was nothing I could do about it.

I decided to get some fresh air and so wondered out the room and onto a balcony. I stepped out into the cold air and let it brush against my face and through my hair whilst closing my eyes. It was only when I turned to look around I saw him.

“Oh…hey,” I said slightly embarrassed.

“Hey,” James replied. He was sitting down in the dark by himself.

“Erm…you okay?” I asked him after a moment of awkward silence.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking,” he replied vaguely.

“Hokay, then,” I said, sitting down next to him. We both looked out into the night and saw the moon shining brightly.

“Do you think it was a mistake coming here?” I asked him thoughtfully.

“No.” He continued to look out into the night. “Do you?” he asked turning to me. I hesitated.

“I’m not sure. I mean, I’d rather be here than at home…but…I’m not sure,” I avoided saying I was scared out of my skin. He said nothing but looked away from me again. I did the same. I noticed it was cold and shivered which James must have noticed as he handed me a blanket that was next to him.

“Thanks,” I said and wrapped the blanket around me. It was so peaceful outside, just listening to the insects and the bats. Amazingly I was soon asleep.

Crap.

I was running, in an unfamiliar place. A forest, the grass was long and wet and the trees were tall and dark. It was night and there was no light. I couldn’t see where I was going, I was panicking. What was I running from? Then I tripped on a tree root and came tumbling down to the ground with a sprained ankle. Before even getting the chance to tend to my ankle a rustling was heard and a tall and dark figure approached from the shadows. I frantically tried to drag myself backwards and hit a tree. I screamed in desperation as the figure approached getting closer and closer. I was shaking, his face came into the light and I did a double take. As I looked closely, the figure was…James. What in the hell?! He was wearing dark clothes as usual and a long leather jacket, he had long hair which hid his face and I could just make out a scar, not only on his face but on his arms as well. He crouched down in front of me and I looked into his eyes- they were black. I was crying and I shook my head. Please don’t do this. He took a knife and brought it towards my face. I shut my eyes. The next thing I could feel was his face right next to mine, practically touching. His hand touched my cheek and wiped a tear. It was a tender moment and for a second I thought it was all over but when I least expected it;

The knife sliced through my arm making me inhale sharply in surprise and moan in pain. I wanted to scream, it hurt that much but tried my best to keep quiet. He collected the blood in a little brown bottle, looked into my eyes one last time, removed his hand from my cheek and stepped away. Then he raised his arms and the whole forest around me set alight. Before disappearing into the fire I heard him say “Sorry.” I looked at my arm which was bleeding from the cut, looked around me at the fire and began to scream as loud as I could until my throat was sore.

I was being shaken, still screaming, my hands moving wildly, trying to get them off me.

“Natalie, calm the fuck down!! What the hell is wrong with you??”

I opened my eyes. I saw James. This indeed did not stop me screaming. He tried to hold me in a way where he could hold my arms still against my chest. He succeeded and I stopped screaming and begun to breathe heavily instead. I tried to stop myself from crying but could not control my breathing. The worst part about this dream was that it wasn’t just a nightmare, it was a vision. It was going to all come true. James was going to kill me…

He spun me round and looked at me. I was so scared by everything that all I could do was look terrified. He noticed this in my eyes and he noticed it was fear of him.

“Natalie, what is it? Did you have a vision? Is that was it was?”

I looked at my arm where the cut was in my vision. There was no cut there but I did see some blood. It was coming from my palms. I had dug my fingernails into my palms so hard that it had pierced the skin. James followed my gaze and saw this.

“God, what have you done to yourself?”

I didn’t know what to say and before I could even think of anything Peter suddenly appeared.

“Hey, step away from her!” He said accusingly.

“I didn’t-“ James began.

“I said…step away.” Peter repeated. James looked helpless and slowly stepped away. He knew if he refused the situation would only seem worse. Peter came towards me, staring at James the whole time with a cold glare. Peter put a hand on my shoulder and said to James;

“Don’t even think of going anywhere.”

And then just like that, we weren’t on the balcony anymore.

The nurse wrapped some bandages around my wrists. I just stared into space, thinking about my vision. How could he do that? How was he going to do that? I mean…how?! He didn’t seem the type to go all psycho killer and I thought…well I thought…Well I don’t know what I thought but I didn’t see why he’d ever want to turn psycho killer on ME. Oh, God. Coming here was a mistake. What was I gonna do?

As I stepped out the nurse’s office and into the hallway I saw James at the end of it being led away by Peter. He stared right at me. I felt really guilty, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Later, I knocked on Peter’s door and he invited me in. We sat down and he began asking me questions.

“So, tell me what happened? Did he do anything to you?” he asked me seriously. I guess he wondered whether I had been attacked or something. I thought for a moment. If I got him into trouble now, serious trouble, then maybe he wouldn’t be able to kill me in the future. I paused. I couldn’t do that. He was my friend. Maybe I could change it myself. Maybe I just needed to talk to him about it…Maybe.

“No,” I told him. “I had a bad dream…A really bad dream. I freaked out and James tried to calm me down.” I fiddled anxiously with my sleeve and looked down. I could feel his gaze on me.

“Are you sure? This is important,” he told me. I was at a crossroads. If James was evil then I should turn him in now. But what if he wasn’t? What if my vision didn’t come true?

“I’m sure,” I replied and established eye contact to make sure he believed me. He breathed and leant back.

“Okay. You can go.”

I quickly got up, left the room and shut the door behind me.

“What did you tell him?” I heard a voice behind me, making me jump. I turned around to see James.

“I…I…” I stuttered. “I told him nothing happened.”

“That’s right, ‘cause nothing did happen! I was marched in there against my will, people thinking I was some sort of animal or something!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I replied guiltily.

“So now you owe me. I have a RIGHT to know what you saw,” he was getting frustrated now and aiming it towards me.

“Look, can we…go somewhere?” I said feeling awkward telling him this in the corridor.

“No, tell me now,” He was breathing fairly heavily and looking right at me. “What did you see?”

“Okay,” I took a deep breath. “In my vision…” I paused.

“Go on…” James said rather impatiently.

“Just tell me this, are you one of Them?”

“One of Them??”

“Are you one of those evil sons of bitches? The very ones we’re trying to get rid of?” I sounded accusing now but I needed to know.

“What the fuck? Where the hell has this come from? How could you ask me this?” he looked genuinely confused and upset.

“Well are you??”

“Of course, I’m not! Natalie, what in God’s name did you see in your vision?!”

“Well in my vision,” I said getting emotional now. “You walk right up to me, helpless on the ground, you take a knife and you slice this arm,” I indicated my arm after walking closer and nearly shouting at him, “and you let me bleed. You take my blood and you set the whole place on fire, leaving me to DIE!”

I stared at him in silence. He looked at me horrified and speechless. I kept my tears in.

“…What?” He eventually asked. I shut my eyes and shook my head before pushing past him.

“Natalie…wait.” He called after me. I didn’t stop. He grabbed my hand and spun me round. He looked upset and he pulled me towards him. “I would never hurt you, okay?” he said to me sternly. I struggled slightly. “Okay??” he said more sternly. I nodded eventually and we stood there hugging, for once trusting over believing what I see. I hope this works out.

Wayward Saviours chapter FOIIIIVE (5)

2009-06-23T22:52:00Z

We made our way along the long, narrow corridor and eventually got to the common room. Chloe opened the heavy door, pushing all her weight against it and causing a creek as it opened. There were a few people in there, the rest presumably still in their rooms or wondering around the building. James and Connor were not in the room, was the first thing I noticed. I sat down on one of the comfy chairs next to the fire.

“Ahhh, feels so gooood,” I said letting my muscles relax.

“Glad to see you’re making yourself at home,” Chloe said drifting towards the corner of the room and leaning against a bookcase. Grace came over and launched herself on one of the other chairs whilst Sam leaned against the arm on another chair.

“Any decent books?” she asked, trying to make conversation.

“Ahh, no, not really,” She ran her finger along the spine of one of the books revealing a finger of dust. “This place used to be an old boarding school; they haven’t got rid of these old books.”

“Oh,” Sam nodded. “I see…”

Awkward silence.

“So why did they close the school?” Grace asked. “Did someone die??”

“Yes, actually. A lot of people.”

“Oh.”

“50 or so years ago this place was a school for people with abilities like us. They thought it was magic. They tried to teach each other’s abilities but could only seem to comprehend how to demonstrate their own.”

“So what happened?” I asked, curious now.

“Well, apparently the place was intercepted by…Them.”

“Them?” Sam asked.

“The ones like us, but evil,“ she filled us in. “They destroyed the school and everyone they could. The school was abandoned. It was repaired but never used as a school again. In fact no one had been here since until Peter and the others started this whole thing up.”

“What is their plan exactly?” I asked, still toying around with this war idea.

“Well, they never have really explained it properly, “ Chloe began telling us sceptically, “but I am assuming they want to round us all up to try and defeat these evil bastards.”

“So…we’re basically like animals?” Grace pointed out.

“Fighting a war…” I said mostly to myself, looking concerned and staring into the fire. Before Chloe could defend, the door creaked again and some people entered.

“I just think levitation is kinda lame,” I heard a familiar voice say. Where had I heard it before? I turned around and saw it was Connor’s voice, followed by a blonde guy, James, and another guy with muddy blonde hair.

“Oh yeah?” The blonde guy said, using a simple motion with his fingers to lift Connor up into the air.

“Okay, okay, slightly less lame!” he decided suddenly. With a roll of his eyes, the blonde guy let Connor back down.

“Ahem,” I coughed, seeking attention.

“Hey,” James said.

“Hello,” the other guy behind him said.

“Ben, have you not read the sign?” Chloe said to the blonde dude. He looked confused and looked to where Chloe’s eyes were staring at.

NO USE OF ABILITIES MUST BE USED IN THE COMMON ROOM

“Oops,” he said before sitting down next to me and smiling. I smiled back.

“This is Ben and this other dude is Ryan,” James explained to me. Ryan nodded.

“Nice to meet you both,” I replied. Ben sat there quietly, staring at the fire like I had been whilst Ryan butted in front of James and began talking to us. I’m not quite sure what he was talking about but I nodded and laughed in the appropriate places. Only a few minutes had gone by before James shoved Ryan out the way and began talking instead.

“Ben and Ryan are our room mates. Ben’s 19, Ryan is our age,” he explained to me. I watched Connor talk to the other girls.

“Cool,” I said rather absent-mindedly, staring at them. Hmmm, war. We would be fighting a war. We’re teenagers for God’s sake. Why me? I hate war! Then again I am sure most people don’t have it on their top 10 favourite things list. Sigh.

“So is that cool?”

I looked James in the eyes, realising he had just been talking to me. They sparkled in the light of the fire. I hoped my eyes looked sparkly too. I also hoped my make up looked adequate. Hey, there was a guy looking me dead in the face. In the middle of a war or not, I’m still a girl, eh?

I tried to think if I could remember anything he had said to me whilst I was daydreaming but nothing was coming to me so I replied with;

“huh?”

Sweet talker I know. He shook his head and repeated himself.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go for a walk and explore a bit?”

“I love exploring! I’m like Dora the Explorer, but less gay!” I exclaimed. Not that I even knew anything about dora the explorer, but it rhymed! He laughed and took my hand to help me up. We didn’t bother saying goodbye to the others; they seemed busy watching Ryan and Connor fight over who got the limelight.

We walked out into the corridor, there was silence for a while.

“So, erm. Did you know this place used to be a school?” I said desperately thinking of something to say.

“Yeah, actually. Ben was telling me.”

“Oh…Scary stuff, huh?” I tensed slightly.

“Yeah.”

Silence again. We had made it outside and were on a bridge above a river by now.

“So, it sounds like we’re being recruited for some war against these evil people…” I began to fiddle with my fingers nervously.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” James replied, “I do not like the sound of it honestly.”

“No, nor do I!”

Silence.

“Are you scared?” I asked empathetically. He looked at me then looked around his surroundings.

“No,” he replied. I nodded and looked at my feet before looking at him again.

“Liar,” I said. He smiled slightly but didn’t look at me. I also noticed he didn’t deny it. I guess all we could do for now was waiting. I mean, it’s not like the evil people were gonna attack like randomly…right now…at this very moment in time…

Just at that moment the water from the river underneath the bridge rose to our height.

“What the f-“ James and I both began before getting cut off by the water sweeping in on us and carrying us off the bridge. The water spun round and round like a washing machine with a strong current so I couldn’t get a grip of where I was. I was getting dizzy and I could only catch a glimpse of James. And then I was underwater. I could have tried my best to swim up. Used all my effort to get some more air but my limbs didn’t move.

“You more or less damn well killed her,”

“Do you blame yourself? Is that why you feel this way?”

“I can’t take it…I just…can’t take it.”

SMASH

The voices and sounds drowned out as I was pulled to the surface and dragged onto the riverbed.

“Natalie?!” A soaking wet James was leaning over me; drips of water from his dark hair fell onto my face like tears. I coughed, suddenly making myself jolt forwards and throw up water. Damn and usually I leave things like this until the 2^nd date. I continued to cough and he looked at me concerned.

“What the fuck happened?! Can’t you swim?” He asked me.

“Yeah…I…” I thought for a moment. “I just wanted a big, strong man to save me.” I smiled. He did not. He shook his head.

“You could have drowned.”

“But I didn’t. A big strong man saved me!” Please drop this.

“Why didn’t you swim?” he asked me seriously. I looked anywhere I could but his eyes. “Natalie! Why didn’t you swim?”

I looked at him. For God’s sake. I don’t know why. It just didn’t seem that important. I just didn’t care. I began to open my mouth.

“I…”

“Hey.”

I looked behind me. White trench coat guy, I mean Peter had suddenly appeared with 2 boys of which he had tight grip.

“These two are what caused the water to take you in,” he explained holding onto the struggling boys. James immediately got up and walked over to them quickly.

“Hey,” Peter said. “Take it easy, I got it. I’ll deal with it okay?”

James nodded. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. Peter breathed and relaxed as if in relief and James began to turn around but half way in doing so he turned back and punched one of the guys right in the face, making him stagger backwards and causing me to gasp in surprise.

Peter let the boy fall backwards and gave James a cold stare.

“I’ll be back for you,” He said sternly and suddenly disappeared with the boys. James finally turned around and walked back towards me looking quite angry indeed.

“Dude…” I said shakily.

“I was angry,” he said simply.

“I could tell…”

Yet another silence.

“Come on, let’s get you into some dry clothes,” he finally said, helping me up.

“Is that supposed to be some kind of invitation?” I asked after coughing again to clear my throat of any shakiness left. He said nothing and looked serious. “Guess not…” I replied and we began to walk back into the building.

However I did notice his hand was protectively over the small of my back which I did enjoy, even if I was feeling pissed off, awkward and soaking wet.

Thinking

2009-06-16T22:12:42Z

I am thinking
so hard
so much
about it all
I just don't know

Is it right
or is it wrong?
It always hurts
It always gets me down
Why don't you get it
Why do you always get it wrong?

I am thinking
so hard
so much
I think
I will never know
I love you
so why does it hurt
and why do i confuse myself

unecessary thoughts
doubtful for the future
it seems so unclear now
Can I do it
Am i made for it
Will i survive it
Thought that it was meant for me
but now im not so sure

I am thinking
so hard
so much
what am i thinking?
im not even sure
anymore

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol Cover)

2009-06-16T18:13:55Z

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol Cover).mp3 - Natalie Thompson

MEHHHHH

2009-06-08T23:23:39Z

No eating
No sleeping
No breathing
No love

No smiling
No laughing
No happiness
No joy

Cutting
crying
starving
hating

Sitting
staring
into space
nothing else

i want nothing more
If you're not here

Would the World stop spinning if i asked it to?

2009-06-07T22:40:16Z

Would the world stop spinning
If I asked it too..
Would the sun refuse to rise
Would time stand still
Just for little me

If my life broke down to a crumb
Would it all stop for me?
I'm a piece of dust
and nothing more
But would it stop if i asked it to?

I stare into space and nothing moves
nothing matters anymore
My heart no longer beats
My eyelids no longer close to blink
The only movement, a flow of water down my cheek

The birds no longer sing
the trees no longer sway
The insects make no noise
No dogs bark anymore
It's frozen

Clocks no longer tick
No breathing
Babies no longer cry
No feeling
Engines no longer running
No living

Time has stopped for me
My life is frozen
to this exact moment
reliving inside my head
the moment my heart broke

Would the world stop spinning
If I asked it to?
Cause if my world is frozen
why should i be the only one?

I'm Listening

2009-06-05T21:52:20Z

I hear you
trying to convince me
I'm listening
I'm just not seeing it

I would love to believe
but my heart and brain refuse
they have learnt from the past
they don't trust love anymore
They can't take it anymore

Sometimes I think yes
and sometimes i think no
But you can't understand
Not the way I do
You and me may be different
but the pain will be the same

The situation might be different
but the ending will be the same
I can already see it
I have seen it
I already know

You're breaking my heart, dear
You Will Love Me "Forever"
if you stay or if you go
But if you go
I can't afford to love you

I'm the only one you want
The only one you'll ever see
You'll come back for me
But, my love. I can't afford to wait
You'll come back to me
and you wont find me how i was before

You will find me broken down
and if you claim to love me still
you will also be broken
The damage of us being apart
proving to be irrepairable
But you won't come back for me
You can't come back for me

So you see, i'm listening
I can hear you so well
I'm just not seeing it...

Once Upon A Time

2009-05-31T19:44:57Z

I was left to die
Once Upon A Time
Left to drown and suffocate
To feel I deserved this dreadful fate
All this only led to hate
No one to save me, it was too late

I was left to drown
Once Upon A Time
The air taken from me
My vision blurred so i can't see
The one meant to keep me standing
let me fall, with no soft landing

I was left alone
Once Upon A Time
The light burned out
and there was only darkness
darkness that surrounded me
darkness was all I could be
Darkness, darkness, let it in
Breathe it in
It's your only friend now

All this happened to me
Once Upon A Time
Don't let it happen again
Don't let it be
Don't let the knife be forced into my heart
twisted, bleeding, torn apart
Oh, don't let it be
Don't let it happen to me

Wayward Saviours chapter 4

2009-05-28T22:05:06Z

We followed the creepy people into a big, fancy building. Man, what a nice place to live, were we to stay here? I wasn’t complaining. We were gathered all together at the bottom of the stairs in the hallway of the building. The group that lead us here said nothing but just waited. Not long later a dark looking man with a white trench coat and longish hair which covered his eyes entered the hallway and walked over to us. He took a breath;

“Hey there,” he spoke to us, scanning us all with his eyes. You got the impression that he was concerned about the lives we had left behind and whether we were making the right decision by coming here. Well I’d pick anywhere over home right now. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a home.

“You are all here because you have all been selected. And you have been selected because you are special.” He continued.

I turned to look at the group that had led us here; they were situated up the stairs, watching us with their arms crossed. They had had this introduction before; they weren’t new.

“Obviously you know what I mean by ‘special’ but everyone else out there doesn’t and they can’t protect themselves.”

“Protect themselves from what?” Someone asked. The white trench man stared at him hard.

“From what’s coming…” he said vaguely.

“What’s coming?” James spoke up and asked. He also got the hard stare. James matched the stare back.

“Something terrible. There are bad people out there, real bad people and I’m not talking rapists and murderers. I’m talking worse. There are people like you and me, people like all of us that have abilities but they use them for evil. They’re out there and they are infecting this planet with their evil. It’s up to us to stop it. And that’s why you’re here.”

Everyone was silent.

“That’s not it…” He shocked us all by saying. “There is other evil. You may not believe it but ghosts, demons, evil spirits? They’re real.”

There was laughter and chatter heard. I remained quiet.

“I’m not joking,” the man stated seriously. “They’re as real as you and me, and they’re out there making the world an unsafe place. You need to start believing if you wanna help stop this.” He looked helplessly to the ground before looking at us all and shaking his head slightly. “I’ve got something I need to do but these guys will look after you,” he told us before starting to leave.

“Wait, what do we call you?” Someone shouted from the crowd.

“My name doesn’t matter,” the man said coldly before leaving. Two other men replaced where he had been and looked uncertainly out at the crowd. One of them began to speak;

“Hey, so er…My name is Sam. That was Peter..he er…he’s not so…sociable since his brother died but he’s a good person, really. Yeah…” He babbled. “Dean, help me out here…” He muttered to the guy next to him. Dean coughed.

“Yeah…so we don’t have special ‘abilities’ like yourselves, we’re just pretty good with the supernatural. And that’s basically all we need to tell you and now we’ll show you where you crazy kids will be sleeping.” He wore a fake smile before sharing a frown to Sam.

As we walked up the stairs past those creepy people who were already here whilst they glared at us, I was thinking what to make of all this. Ghosts, demons, evil people with powers. I only just got the idea of other people with powers. I sighed and looked around. There were mostly young people here- teens, early 20s but there were some older people as well. Anyone they can get right? To be honest it sounded like there was gonna be some kind of war…I’m all for helping save the world and everything but I never signed up to go to war…or did I? I’m not good with reading the small print.

I was eventually shown my room. Sam opened the door for me and smiled at me to which I smiled back and said goodbye to the others. Grace and Sam would be sharing this room with me but when we got in there was already someone sitting down at the desk. She didn’t turn around.

I coughed. “Hello?”

She slowly turned her head to stare at the three of us looking awkward and uninvited.

“Hello,” she said without much emotion. “You must be new.”

“Yeah, yeah we are,” Grace said.

“I can turn invisible!” Sam randomly exclaimed.

“Erm, she’s Sam, that’s Grace and I’m Natalie.” I introduced us.

The girl grinned slightly and stood up. She had very long blonde hair and was really quite short. Shorter than Grace and Sam (and they’re not exactly giraffe’s! Unlike myself…but hey, giraffe’s are cute. I ain’t complainin’)

“I’m Chloe,” she told us. There was a silence. “Choose a bed then…” she said prompting us to move. We did as we were told and when we were settled she came over to us.

“So, what can ya do?” she asked us.

“This question is gonna keep cropping up isn’t it…?” I asked.

“Pretty much,” Chloe replied with no sympathy. She was used to it, I guessed.

“I can control the weather,” Grace told her.

“Not bad,” Chloe nodded. She looked at me. “And you?”

“I er, I can dream the future and copy what I see…apart from other people’s abilities it would seem.”

“Ahh I like.” She said nodding again. She was impressed. Cool. =]

Sam randomly disappeared.

“Wuuuh?” Grace asked confused.

“Oh not again,” I said putting my hand to my head.

“Classy…” Chloe said watching the space where Sam had been.

“I can’t help it, sometimes I can’t control it.” Sam’s voice came from the area she had just been. I rolled my eyes and she reappeared.

“Great. Glad to have you back. Now, chloe. What can you do?” I asked her.

She was quiet for a moment. Her expression turned to that of fear as she looked us dead in the eyes.

“…….I see dead people…..” She told us. We looked at her in fascination. Wow, that’s pretty good.

“Really?” Grace asked interested.

“Yeah, theres one right behind you.”

This caused Sam to scream.

“…I was kidding,” Chloe told us, with a slight giggle. I laughed as well.

“Haha..i knew that…” Sam joined in.

“I didn’t, I thought she was serious!!” Grace declared.

“You’re such a n00b,” I stated.

“…True.” She simply replied.

Chloe laughed again.

“Wanna head down to the common room?” She asked, “Meet some more people?”

I looked at the others.

“Sure. Lets go.” I replied. Perhaps we would see James and Connor again and meet some more interesting people.

So far so good. But I still had the idea of war on my mind…

I want them to want me

2009-05-27T12:30:56Z

I want them all to love me
I want them all to want me
I want them all to worship me
I want them all to give their lives for me

Yeah, cause thats me
I'm greedy
I'm selfish
I want it all
Give it to me

I want them all to praise me
I want them all to kiss me
I want them all to hold me
I want them to embrace me

Yeah, cause thats me
i'm greedy
im selfish
I want it all
Give it to me

I want them all to love my body
I want them all to make me number 1
I want them all to think im beautiful
i want them all to love everything about me

Yeah, cause thats me
im greedy
im selfish
i want it all
Give it to me

I want them to hold me
I want them to kiss me
I want them to want me
I want them to love me

What would I do?

2009-05-26T23:46:32Z

If you died tonight
where would I go?
Would I break down on the floor
curl up in a ball
nothing left but tears
nothing left of me
a part of me has gone
and i'll never get it back

If you said you didn't love me anymore
What would I do?
Would I hate you for the rest of my life
my heart break at the mention of your name
my eyes close with fustration
whenever my future is mentioned
as it would be a future without you

If you took your hand to me
what would I say
would i be speechless
would i hurt you back
would i scream and run away
would i tell you that i love you
and let you do it again and again

If you i woke up and you weren't there
how would i feel
would i be terrified
would i be paranoid
would I look for you
would i assume the worst
would I move on

What would I do?
I have no clue
do you?

The Ghost

2009-05-25T23:09:42Z

I usually feel her at night
the room grows icey cold
i can see my breath
She floats around aimlessly
something tells me she's not done with life

I don't know where she came from
I don't know who she is
I don't know why she's here
But only I can see her

No one else believes me
No one else can see
No one else knows

She whispers to me as I sleep
I can barely hear what she says
but it makes me shiver down my spine
Goose pimples rise from my skin
and my hair stands on end

She doesn't stay for long
she disappeares when the sun arises
she leaves a cold feeling in my heart
leaving her mark until she returns
Something tells me she has a task to complete

One night she visits me
and wakes me from my slumber
she tells me of her mission
tells me what she needs to do
it makes me shudder
as she tells me
she is here for me

She has been sent to take my soul
to tear my heart from my body
to take me away from my life
and send me to a better place

I was not meant for life on earth
not as a human
soon i shall be like her
icey cold and no one can see me
except those whose lives i shall take

Now I am cold
Now I am alone
Now I am on a mission
Now i am death
and i shall not be missed

Wayward Saviours Part 3

2009-05-25T22:44:22Z

I was beginning to get worried. Were we all getting kidnapped? Were we just a collection of freaks about to be slaughtered to cleanse the earth or something?? Were we deemed as some sort of threat? If I wasn’t careful this was going to lead to a panic attack…ahh yeah too late. My breathing became unsteady and I felt really paranoid. My throat went dry and my eyes began to water.

“Hey, calm down,” James said to me softly. “It’s gonna be fine.”

I could barely hear him; instead there were flashes in front of my eyes and voices yelling in my ears.

Car

SMASH

“It wasn’t your fault”

“I knew, I KNEW it was going to happen, I did JACK SHIT about it”

Screams

Cries

“GET OUT, GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK”

“Mum?”

Screech

“Hey, hey stay with me.”

I blinked hard, letting water escape from my eye.

“You were having some kind of panic attack, take deep breaths,” James said to me. I began to breathe deeply, my hands gripping the armrests. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about how messed up I was.

“Are you okay now?” he asked me, looking at me all concerned, like. I nodded slowly. There was a short silence.

“What’s going to happen to us?” I asked quietly.

“I don’t know, but I’m not letting anything bad happen, so no worries, eh?”

I looked to my feet and sighed.

“Try and get some sleep.”

I turned to look at him with horror. Sleep? That meant dreaming and dreaming meant nightmares and nightmares meant panic attacks. My muscles tensed again. He sensed my discomfort.

“Not a fan of sleeping? Well I tell you what, you try and have a nap and if I see you looking unsettled at all I will wake you, ok?”

I nodded uncertainly. I didn’t know what would happen if he tried to wake me, what if I tried to hurt him? But I was just so tired…before I even got to think about it I was already asleep…

When I awoke I noticed James was gone. I looked around for him but couldn’t see him anywhere.

“You killed her.”

I jumped and turned around to look at james’ seat to see my dad there. This wasn’t possible! How did he get here? How did he know? I thought I had escaped.

“It was all your fault, you didn’t stop it, you ungrateful little-“ and his hand reached for my neck. I began to squeal.

“Listen to me, hey, LISTEN!” The voice changed midsentence and my eyes flew open just in time to see myself hit James right in the face. His hands went straight to his nose and I saw blood.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! Oh shit! Shit shit shit.” I pulled out some tissues and gave it to him. He took them eagerly.

“Jesus, what the hell were you dreaming about?” he asked in shock.

“I…well…It’s…I can’t remember,” I replied lamely. He looked at me in pity and shook his head.

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it.”

Yep, he thought I was a loser. A weirdo, a freak. A nutjob. My life is so great. Once he had sorted out his nose (who knew I packed such a good punch!) he announced to me that we were nearly there. Wow, time flew when you kept having fucked up dreams and visions.

We got off the plane and gathered in the same area. I saw some people had already figured out the same thing as we had done- we all had powers and abilities. There were people disappearing and reappearing, fire all over the place as well as some water, strangely enough. I saw sparks, blurs, flashes and all sorts. One girl appeared behind me, making me jump slightly.

“Teleportation right?” I asked her.

“Nope, invisibility,” and with that she disappeared.

And then reappeared.

Right in front of me.

After recovering from my second heart attack I managed to speak;

“Please don’t do that,”

The girl giggled. “Okay, I promise. The name’s Sam.”

“Hey Sam,” something told me this one was gonna be annoying…

“Guessing you got a letter too then?”

“Yup,” I replied wondering where James had gone.

“So, what can you do?”

“I can copy what I see,” I said not paying much attention. “I can also see the future.”

“No way!” She said obviously fascinated. I felt proud. “Can you do my invisibility thing?”

I thought for a moment. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried copying an ability. Mainly cause I’ve never met anyone with one until today.” I closed my eyes and thought about Sam when she turned invisible…

“Did it work?” I asked.

“Nope,” she said unimpressed.

“Yeah, well maybe it doesn’t work with other abilities.” I replied also unimpressed with myself.

“So if you can see the future, what am I gonna do now?” she asked.

“Turn invisible?”

“…Good guess.”

I laughed. “I usually have to be asleep to see the future.”

“Ah that kind of sucks, still cool though.”

“Yeeeep,” I pretended to agree. If only she knew…

Just then James came over with another young man with long, curlyish, black hair.

“This is Connor,” he explained to me. “He has the ability to manipulate dreams.”

“Wow…” Sam said enchanted by this information. Hmm dream manipulation, eh? Perhaps this could prove in handy to fix my nightmare problem.

“This is Sam,” I said pointing with a finger towards the young girl next to me.

“Coolio,” James said. “So what are we waiting for?”

“I dunno, someone to come get us, I suppose.” Connor said.

Suddenly it began to rain and a few people began to moan. We went over to see what the commotion was about.

“She made it rain,” someone moaned.

“Make it sunny!” Someone said.

“Make it snow!” Another spoke. We turned to look who they were speaking to- a girl. She looked a bit overwhelmed.

“Guys! I can only control it with how I feel! Ugh!” The girl told them all. Thunder was heard. Something told me she was getting a bit pissed off.

“Hey, erm, look at me…Yeah er…” quick say something funny, then she will laugh and it will stop pissing down on me. I raised my hand to my face to rub my chin but ended up somehow poking myself in the eye. The girl laughed at my retardedness and the sun came out. Oh well, job done. I nodded at the people thanking me with a hand over my sore eye.

“You’re silly,” she told me when people had passed us.

“Well, no I’m Natalie, but you were close.”

She laughed again and unless I was mistaken it got warmer outside.

“I’m Grace. I can control the weather,”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Sam said jokingly with a smile. We all introduced each other and showed off our powers before a group of girls came over looking all important like.

One had short black hair and was dressed in black jeans and a colourful top. She wore two belts.

“You can follow us now.” She said mysteriously. Next to her was another girl also wearing colourful clothes and a long grey cardigan, her hair was dyed red. Next to her was another girl with fairly dark clothing to match her long, dark hair, she was fairly tall. She was stood next to a shorter boy and girl, one of which had their hands on their hips and the other had their arms crossed.

They all turned around and began to walk away, leaving the rest of us to follow after them, feeling quite bewildered.

“Well, here we go,” I said to the others and we began to walk onwards.

If i were

2009-05-24T21:25:54Z

If i was a bird
i'd fly all around the world
just to see what was there
and then i'd come back
and do it again

If I was a stallion
i'd canter as fast as i can
just to feel the breeze through my mane
and then i'd nuzzle the one i love
and wish to stay that way forever

If i was a dolphin
I would swim and jump as fast and as far as I could
just to feel alive
and then i'd call for my friends
and we'd talk day and night

If I were an angel
i'd find someone who needed help
just to ease their pain
and then i'd be their guardian
and i'd watch over and look after them

But I am none of these things
I can only be me
Thats all I can be
but I will live the fullest life
and put those birds, stallions, dolphins and angels to shame

Wayward Saviours Part 2

2009-05-24T16:13:23Z

Sneaking out the house was easy. The flight was in the evening and my dad either goes to bed early, is getting drunk or passed out in front of the TV. I got a taxi to the airport. Fortunately I had made sure I stole my dad’s wallet. He would be angry when he found out- good job I won’t be there…

I checked in and waited for my flight to board. After what seemed like a very long time of waiting alone and being bored, we boarded and I found my seat. I had not been on a plane for a very long time so I was a little anxious. The plane was a lot smaller than a normal plane. Like a private plane.

‘Pretty snazzy,’ I thought. Although I wasn’t quite sure of the definition for snazzy. There were a few people on the flight but not tonnes. Not long later someone came and sat next to me. That was a shame. I was hoping to be alone to listen to my music. It was a young man, perhaps a couple of years older than me. He had longish black hair and was very tall. This was the first thing I noticed. He did not look at me as he pushed past me to his seat next to me but being a friendly person I made an effort to try and gain eye contact and smile at him. He looked at me at the last minute and smiled back slightly. I could tell he was a little antisocial and not just cause straight away he got a comic out of his bag and started to read. I decided to turn my music up.

After listening to the safety instructions (boy, was there a lot of them!) and we begun to set off I suddenly felt a rush of panic. What was I doing? I didn’t even know what was gonna happen when I got to my destination? What the hell, was I insane?

After this moment of realism I realised that it was far too late to do anything else now but sit back and enjoy the ride. The plane was going to New York so we had a long trip seeing as we were leaving from England…

I was on a road, dead in the middle. I could hear nothing, only silence filled my ears. There was only a gentle breeze in the pitch black of night which sent a chill down my spine. Then- I could hear the echo’s of a car screeching and the sound of metal being crushed. There was screaming and crying, the honking of horns. I spun around just in time to see a car’s headlights coming straight for me and-

I sat up, breathless, beads of sweat forming on my forehead and palms. I looked around to find I was still on the plane. It was dark outside the windows so I sat back before realising a tear had leaked from my eye.

“Are you…are you okay?” The guy next to me asked hesitantly. I looked at him, finally catching my breath and gathering myself.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” I replied. ‘Another nightmare’ I thought to myself. Except this recurring dream wasn’t what was going to happen in the future. It had already happened. This dream was the only exception to the rule and it’s the same dream over and over. Sometimes it cuts short, sometimes I am somewhere else in the dream but it always has the same outcome. Death.

The guy nodded at me anxiously and went back to reading his comic. I, still feeling unsettled, began to nervously tap my fingers on the arm rests. I was stuck for something to do and I’d prefer anything but falling asleep again.

“Good comic?” I asked the guy. He looked at me slightly confused as to why I would ask such a question…well I don’t know why I had asked it either to be honest. Of all the questions I could have asked…

“Er, yeah,” he replied. I nodded.

“Cool, cool.”

He went back to reading.

“I’m Natalie,” I suddenly and randomly said.

“James,” he said to me without turning to me. I nodded again.

“So where you be travelling James?” I asked before realising this question was even dumber than the last. New York of course. That’s where the plane is going! I mentally slapped myself. “I mean when you get to New York, of course. Cause obviously I know you’re going to New York otherwise that would have been a dumb question…” I saved myself. What skillage.

He looked at me thoughtfully.

“Business,” he said vaguely.

“Business? You’re quite young to be in business, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be at university or something?” I asked, confused. He looked at me thoughtfully again.

“I’m 16.”

“Oh…Well shouldn’t you be finishing school and whatnot?”

He looked at me really hard, like he was thinking about whether he should tell me something.

“I got some letter, told me I should get on this plane and get to New York,” he said finally.

“That’s crazy! You get a letter telling you to hop on board a plane and you do it?!” I asked being ironic.

“ Crazy. That’s me,” was all he had to say in reply.

“Same here, lets say you weren’t the only one to get a letter.”

His expression turned from thoughtful to surprised as his eyebrows raised and mouth opened slightly.

“You mean you can…do things?” he asked me, intrigued.

“Yeah…I can do “things”…can you?!” I was also intrigued. I had never met anyone like me before. James studied me hesitantly before lifting his hand close to me but keeping it hidden. Suddenly, small, orange flames began to leap from his hand, making me yelp as I am not a fan of fire, especially when it is on someone’s bare hand. He quickly closed his hand into a fist and the flames were gone. I stared at him.

“wow…”

“Show me, what you got,” he asked me, looking interested.

“I can’t it doesn’t work like that,” I replied, shaking my head.

“Show me when we land then.”

“I can try,” I told him before looking around. “Hey have you noticed a lot of people here are young and unaccompanied like us?”

“I have…” James replied calmly and suspiciously.

“We’re not going to a local airport are we?” I asked clocking on that we may all have received a mysterious letter in the post and were all going to exactly the same destination and would not be leaving that destination for some time…

Will it Hurt?

2009-05-24T15:40:56Z

kinda crap but it was in the middle of revision...........lol

Fuck, will it hurt
More than you can imagine
More than you can ever expect
More than it ever has before
And theres nothing you can do

I'm sorry, you shall be alone
Nothing can stop it, if it should come
Nothing can save you
Nothing will be the same
And theres nothing that can fix you

I'm sure you would follow him
'till the ends of the earth
and i'm sure he would follow you
and im sure you'd be happy. Together.
But it ain't death 'till you part
Not this time, not yet

You feel like this is the one
Oh nothing can replace it
Tough, i'm afraid my dear
That's life
and I'm sorry

And yes, fuck it will hurt
Who will be there
to pick up the pieces
to save you from certain death?

Yes, it will hurt
Jesus Christ it will hurt
I'm sorry
but it will hurt

Goodnight My Darling Soldier

2009-05-24T12:14:29Z

A song i wrote a year or so ago...

Goodnight My Darling Soldier
You fought so well
You were so scared
But you were the bravest there

Goodnight my darling soldier
your medals shine
put your weapon down
the fighting's over now

Goodnight my darling soldier
Now you may sleep
May you rest in peace
May you rest in peace

Goodnight my darling soldier
Do you remember
when you cried so hard?
you were alone
it was so cold

You remember...

Goodnight my darling soldier
put your weapon down
the fighting's over now
May you rest in peace..

Imperfections

2009-05-21T22:00:53Z

I am wounded
I am blind
I am lost
I am mean
I am lonely
I am death

I cannot be helped
I cannot be stopped
I cannot be changed
I cannot be the same

I can be faithless
I can be misguided
I can be untrustworthy
I can be mistreating

I wish to be different
I wish to be loved
I wish to be trusting
I wish to be yours

I am desperatre
I am frought
I am selfish
I am depressed
I am needing you