Four abrupt explosions penetrated the mingled sounds of the ocean and the wind along with the groan of the vessel. A dark silhouette lunged out of the door and grasped the railing with his right hand, and his side with his other. A few seconds later and a second silhouette appeared from the door, cautiously pursuing the first, his intent a deadly one. The man in the door way raised his left arm, gun gripped firmly in his hand. He fired, once, twice, three times. The loud crack of the gun piercing the other man's ears. His body jerked back with the impact of the bullets. The vessel's bow suddenly dipped into the on coming waves, lifting the bullet riddled body and violently tossing it into the dark waters bellow.
The cold of the water caused a shock to run through his body as he plunged downward, The water swallowing him in a single gulp. He was propelled to the surface, but only for a second and he was once again plummeting downward. Panic started in the pit of his stomach, then it began to swell and spread throughout his body with a rapid pace.
Climb! Climb upwards!
He clawed furiously at the heavy, seemingly unmovable walls of water, kicking his feet as he did. He broke surface once again, thrashing about to stay above the water, only to be sucked back under. A new type of panic took over him and he found himself feet, no yards away from the surface. Again he plunged upward, struggling to break surface once more but he was loosing air fast. His world began to turn dark.
Let it take you. It will bring you to peace, to your nirvana.
His body fell limp and he reached for that light, yearned for that peace and he had almost found it.
His chest heaved upward as if rising from the ocean once more for air, and his eyes shot open all in one liquid motion.
He groaned and, attempted to lift himself into a sitting position, but his body refused and he was forced back to the bed with a barely audible thump. Taking in a sharp breath of air he tried again, this time putting all the effort he had into sitting up. At last he had accomplished the simple but so seemingly difficult task.
When he was in a seated position he noticed he was sweating heavily, breaths coming in short gasps, mind spinning wildly, still trying to get over the nightmare. It felt so real though, everything from the water to the gun shots.
He looked to his right and found an ivy attached to his arm, he inspected it for a short moment before tearing it from his arm then, turning his body sideways he planted his feet on the ground. After taking a quick survey of the room, glancing at the beeping monitors sitting both to the right and, the left of the bed, then the walls white washed walls, he forced himself to stand up. On uneasy legs he took a few steps forward then stopped when a sharp pain ripped through his side causing him to crumble forward. He kept himself from falling by gripping onto one of the monitors for support.
As soon as his hand reached the monitor his body went rigid then, arched backward as the electricity from the monitor shot into his body, traveling in his veins and sending a familiar, odd sensation throughout his body.
Soon his body stopped convulsing and, the monitor went dead.
"What the hell? It's like I just absorbed the electricity...I..I should be dead" The boy whispered to himself, before noticing that he was now standing up right with little to no effort. He checked over himself, and his mobility seemed fine, nearly perfect. He studied his hands, turning them this way and that, nothing about him seemed odd. well besides his bandaged torso and the lack of clothes, away from the thin sweat pants.
A wave of panic washed over him as he fully absorbed the situation. The image of the monitor going dead was still very fresh in his mind. He kept going over the last few minutes, but no matter what theory he put to it, it simply did not make sense, yet somehow, something which was all too impossible happened with the monitor; it seemed to have healed him after he absorbed it's energy.
After a moment of stillness a new realization came to him.
"Where am I?" He spoke aloud as he pushed himself off the monitor and headed for the door.
I'm in some kind of infirmary I know that much... but certainly this can't be a hospital, it's entirely too quite...too small...
He took slow steps toward the door and hesitantly reached for the knob but not before glancing at the small glass window sitting a few inches above the knob. Upon seeing his reflection he stopped moving, and only stared blankly back at the face before him.
Surely this cannot be my reflection, I recognize the face staring back at me right down to the scar and discolored eye, but I do not know it.
That's when the question came to him; "Who are you?" He asked the reflection, bringing his hand to the glass and lightly brushing it up against the reflection, slowly tracing the scar that fell over the reflections eye in a jagged line. His finger stopped at the middle f his cheek, where the scar had stopped and it sipped from the glass, landing limply by his side.
"Who am I?" He asked himself, but no answer came to him. He backed away from the door and squeezed his eyes shut. Who am I? The question seemed to repeat itself inside his head, leaving its never ending echo ringing in his ears.
Inching the door open he peered out into the hallway, and when he was sure no one was there he slipped out the door. As he walked down the hallway he kept as close to the wall as possible, should someone open one of the many doors and find him sneaking about.
He didn't know why but all of this seemed so natural to him, like he had done it before, although he had no recollection of ever doing it.
Who am I?
Slowly he made his way down the short hallway, then paused when he reached its end. Looking to the left then the right, he decided the coast was clear and he turned the corner.
What is this place...some sort of school perhaps?
Where am I?
"He can't stay here, we don't know anything about the guy. For all we know he could be a mutant hater, give our position away and get us all imprisoned." A male voice echoed down the hallway and put a pause to the boy's walking.
"You don't know that Ayden! He needs help, and that's just what we're going to give him. Once he's stable he can leave if he wishes, but for now he's our responsibility." Another voice replied to the first. This one sounded more feminine, angry perhaps.
The voices stopped when the boy lost his balance and nearly fell over, but caught himself before he hit the ground.
That's strange I was perfectly fine just a minute ago and now it feels like a heavy weight is pressing me down, along with an ever growing pain in my side, and chest..especially my chest...
"Did you hear that?" The feminine voice from before asked followed by the sound of footsteps. The boy winced as the pain got worse and he looked down at his chest. His eyes widened when they fell upon the crimson colored blood seeping through the white bandages around his chest. He gasped in pain and clutched his wound as he pushed himself up against the wall.
It's as if the energy I absorbed was only temporary...
The boy drug himself across the wall, trying to get as far away from the voices as possible. A dark red line was left on the wall, glistening under the florescent lights. As the boy moved the trail behind him grew in length.
"Hey hey hey! What are you doing out of bed!" The feminine voice rang from behind him. His heart sped up as the footsteps closed in on him and a fear like no other took hold of him and wrapped it's grimy arms around him, sucking him into a deep abyss.
Images flashed before his eyes, but they were gone as quick as they came. He saw hands made into fists, heard yelling along with the screams of a young child. Each scene was nearly the same and they all ended in red.
The boy yelled, trying to stop the images from coming, to stop the fear, and the pain alike. The boy slipped from the wall but was caught before he hit the ground.
A boy who was of medium height and weight alike held the other boy up. His large light blue eyes flickered from the boy to the girl standing just a few inches away. The boy in his arms groaned and tried to pry himself from the other boy's arms but he was far too weak.
"Who am I?" The boy muttered in a barely audible whisper. The boys eyes rolled to back of his head when the pain became too much and he fell limp.
"He's out" Ayden said to the girl standing by him. Ayden's features were contorted in a mix of fear and worry. He didn't know the boy, in fact he didn't even want him here, but he didn't want his death on his conscience or on anyone else's in the group. The group was small, and the people in it haven't known each other for too long, they were all thrust together when the war came close to an end. The after math the war left is almost worst then the war it'self. If the group hadn't of found each other, a groups of mutant haters would have gone after them one by one, ripping them to shreds.
"Get him back to the infirmary. He's opened his stitches and he'll bleed out if we don't stich em' back up." white pupils flashed toward the girl as Ayden nodded in understanding. Ayden fixed the larger boy in a better position where he was now draped over one of his shoulders. The girl took her spot under his other arm and they half carried half dragged the unconscious, bullet riddled body towards the infirmary.
Ayden watch silently as the girl re-stitched the unknown boy's wounds, her fingers working with rapid and precise movements.
"Vel" Large hazel eyes broke the concentration they had on the needle and slowly found their way toward the source of the voice. Ayden leaned up against the wall opposite of Vel, his eyes focused on the floor, strands of dark brown hair fell from his pony.
"What if... what if he doesn't make it?" Ayden said in a whispered voice, then glanced up at Vel, taking in her chestnut colored hair and angelic face.
"Don't say that! He's going to make it, his wounds are re-stitched and as long as he rests he should be fine" She paused before continuing.
"What I don't understand is how he was able to even get out of bed. With those kind of wounds...he should be dead" Vel concluded in a whisper, glancing back at the sleeping boy on the cot, taking in his ruffled dirty blonde hair, sharp features, the way his mouth was twisted in pain. She hoped he wasn't in pain at the moment.
Her thoughts trailed off as she took notice of a scar on the underside of his left arm. Stepping closer she realized that this was no ordinary scar, it was in the shape of a phoenix and it looked to have been burned into the boy's skin.
"Why would he do this to himself?" Vel whispered to herself before she took notice of Ayden standing behind her, confusion etched onto his face.
"Who is this guy?" Vel asked aloud.
Who am I? The boy's word's came back to Ayden, echoing in his head.
"I don't know" Ayden replied in a low voice.
I don't think he even knows...
White light of the moon pierced the thick veil of trees, winding around their awkward, bent bodies and casting faint shadows on the forest floor. The distant hoot of an owl made up the bass line for the lonely song of the forest. A dark figure in the distance leaned up against a tree, hands shoved in his pockets and hood draped securely over his head.
"Your late" A deep voice boomed from under the hood. However menacing the voice sounded, accusing it was not.
"The trek here is not an easy one, you know this as well as I" A second figure came into view, his gaunt features shadowed by dark colored and very abused coat. He pulled the coat closer to him to shield himself from the harsh winds.
"Yes, yes. That isn't important at the moment, what is important is that you're here and very much alive" The figure against the tree replied, pulling off his hood and reveling a sight many would cringe at. The entire left side of the man's face was disoriented from where the vicious tongue of an electric fire lapped at his skin. Apart from the reddish scar, the rest of his skin was a ghastly blue, and to complete the look, two golden orbs took the place of eyes. You could say he was the splitting image of horror.
He walked toward the smaller, younger figure and placed a large blue hand which was covered with miscellaneous scars on his shoulder.
"Come, we need to move quickly" The larger man said, urging the younger man to move.
"What if this doesn't work?" The younger man whispered, white puffs of breath escaping his lips as he spoke.
"It will work, You need to have faith in yourself. Now move, if we're spotted, it's all over" The younger man took a step back away from the older man and brushed his reassuring hand aside.
"I'm not sure I can do this. And what if I can't, what do we do then?"
"Die" The simple word was hissed with an icy tone. A look of shock and surprise light up on the younger man's concealed face, then melted away just as quickly.
"Die?" The word was repeated with just as icy as a tone.
"Yes, die" Understand this, he has found out about our plan, and he and his men no doubt, are searching for us at this very moment. I didn't want to tell you this, it could have ruined the plan"
"How would that have ruined the plan? You could have given me a heads up! For fucks sake I could have gotten killed trying to get here!" The younger man was enraged by now.
"Keep your voice down! Do you really want to die?"
"Let's just go. This has to be done and it has to be done now" The younger man pushed past his elder.
"Agreed. It's only a matter of time before they're here, and when they get here they'll show no mercy, he'll show no mercy"
"Are you saying that not only are they looking for us, they know the exact place we are! How did they, how did he figure out our rendezvous?"
"I'm not sure, but that isn't important! you have to go now! you haven't much time left!"
"Not important? If I'm not mistaken you've implied that only I will make it out alive. You're speaking of your own death and that's not important?" the younger man protested.
I can't just leave you here to be killed! We'll go together!" He demanded.
"Fine, fine! we'll go together, now move!" The older man yelled over the loud roar of the wind, and the two were off, running deeper into the woods.
It was only a matter of minutes before the two came face to face with an iron gate which was blocking what looked to be the opening of a cave. The younger man unlocked the gate and rushed inside but, the older man stopped in his tracks. He surveyed his surroundings for a brief moment before shutting the gate in front of him. At the sound of the gate shutting and the lock clicking into place, the younger man snapped around.
"No" The younger man whispered, shaking his head and walking toward the gate.
"No no no! You can't do this!" He hissed as he ran toward the gate.
"It has to happen this way" The older man said, his eyed tired and sad. He was ready for his end.
"no no! It doesn't have to! Let me take you with me, let me try!"
"My death is inevitable, and if you try to take us both, yours will be too"
"Don't say that! We can do this together! No one has to die!" The younger man please, gripping the bars of the gate.
"Listen!" The distant sound of foot steps, accompanied by a gruff and very angry voice could be heard.
"You need to go! I'll create a diversion!"
You can't do this! I won't let you!" The younger man yelled, his voice straining under his anger and confusion. He tried to yank the door open but it wouldn't budge, it was locked from the outside in.
"You've killed yourself! You've done this to yourself!" The younger man's voice was swelling with raw emotion.
"Look at me!" The older man roared under his breath. It seemed at this moment everything stopped.
"And listen to what I have to say! The future depends on you, you must go back and prevent this from ever happening! Only you can!" There was a brief pause before he spoke again.
"I must die so that you may live, it can't happen any other way. Now go back, go back in time and stop this from ever happening, stop him from destroying the world!"
"I'll kill him! If not for the fate of the world, then to avenge you! He will die!"
"Do not kill him unless you have to. He does not need to die, he..."
"And yet you do?" The younger man hissed, his deep brown eyes burning with anger.
"He was once a good man. He can be made into the savior this world needs. It is up to you to decide his fate! You must become his teacher and he, your pupil"
"His fate and the world's alike rest on your hands"
"Goodbye Tarquinn, and please for the sake of all of us, be careful" The older man said in a whispered tone before stepping away from the gate and taking off toward the anger ridden voice and, toward his death.