by N. R. Willis
Who cares, I guess…
Anyways, I was wondering why I wasn’t running into any minions when I realized that I was totally walking into a trap. It was pretty obvious.
So I continued walking until I got to a large set of doors. Something was telling me to open them but at the same time something was also telling me to run like hell. I did the first.
“Why am I not surprised?” I asked a very amused Lilly who was standing in the middle of a ballroom. I’m sure the minions were hiding all over in case something went wrong.
“Because you and I both know what’s going to happen from here.” She told me.
“What, you’re going to turn into a pumpkin?” I was probably being more sarcastic than I should have been.
“Oh little Dia, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” She teased. Of course I didn’t! That was the whole reason I was there!
“I think I have an idea and I also think that you don’t stand a chance against me.” Fake confidence helos everyone… in theory.
Her laughter filled the room. “You still don’t get it do you? It doesn’t matter what you do here today, Dia, we’re going to win.”
I was sick of listening to her run her mouth so I did what any human would do. I rushed her. You see the thing about pretending to be human is that you fight the human way which is a bad idea if you’re taking on a supernatural. I learned this really quickly.
Her nails slashed across my face and she swiped my legs out from under me.
“Silly Dia.” Lilly teased.
I said a bad word before addressing her. “This better not scar.” I replied bitterly.
I was too young for this.
As it turns out I’m a terrible fighter. She proved that when she broke my hand in like half a second flat. I guess I shouldn’t have tried to hit her the second time…
“Very good. Now, you’re proving to be much harder to break than we thought. Your mother really did teach you well.” I paled at her.
“What does my mother have to do with it?” I was much too quiet. I didn’t like it.
“Your mother knew we were planning something. That’s why she trained you herself.” She took several steps closer to me.
You see, in order to defeat a supernatural you have to fight like one. By human standards that would mean playing dirty, using my power and I’m really no wuss so that was what I planned to do.
“You’re forgetting one thing.” I told her.
“And what is that?” She asked me as if she knew what was coming.
“I can get inside your head.” I looked her straight in the eye. She smiled.
“I’d like to see you try.”
So I did. I jumped into the vast darkness that is her brain. As soon as I had entered the worst sensation shot through my body. A stabbing pain ripped through me. I snapped back into myself.
“Ahhhhh…” I moaned. I noted that my nose had started to bleed. Hopefully that bleed didn’t involve brain matter.
“I was not lying when I said you couldn’t stop me.” She laughed.
“You’re a piece of work. You’ve not going to survive this because you’re weak. Weaker than me. You killed your own son and now no one is on your side. They will kill you before this is over.”
I was bluffing of course but she didn’t know that. I had to get her to hit me. Her would initiate direct contact which opens a link much faster than eye contact. It was the only way I could think of to get into her head, to mess her up like she had messed me up.
And that’s what she did. She smacked me across the face. What she didn’t realize what that by her own will her mind was connecting with me, through her hand. So… I blew a few fuses so to speak.
Her eyes grew wide and she stumbled.
“How did you do that?” She asked alarmed.
“You’re not as smart as I thought.” Annnnnndddd I pushed her over.
I’m not sure why I had no problem killing her but to see her writhe in pain as I messed up her mind to the point of no return made me feel like I could actually pull this off. That was until the room started to fill up with supernaturals. Some of them rushed me and some of them ran passed me.
How was I going to get myself out of this one? It was my last thought before I went into fight mode. I’d smack them on the head sending a jot through their minds rendering them useless.
I tried incapacitating them one by one with my mind but it was taking its toll. There were only some many brains I could damage in one day. I let out a cry of agony and crouched on the floor with my hands over my head.
One of them grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me away but I was on the defensive and I messed him up from the inside out. He dropped like a fly.
You know in the heat of the moment you really don’t notice things like death, the fact that you just killed someone. You’re just trying to save your own ass. To stay alive.
As soon as the guy fell I noticed something. They were fighting each other. The supernatural were fighting each other. It must not have been as bad as Lilly thought. They wouldn’t all take over but I was sure that some places were doomed to fall.
“Dia!” I heard someone yell over the fight.
“Rafe?” I was officially confused. “What the hell is going on?” I asked when he reached me.
“They’re fighting for the city.” Rafe said. “We need to get out of here.” He began to guide me out of the chaos.
“What do you mean?” I was sooo lost.
“Their plot was uncovered. Every major city in the US is fighting for the right to be free.” He pointed out.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked. I guess some supernatural still liked humans and were willing to fight for them.
“Yes.”
“I started another civil war…” I trailed off.
“We really need to get out of here.” He pulled me to him once again that stupid romantic gesture thing that was squished by the fact that we were sitting in the middle of another civil war…
And he teleported.
Suddenly the noise stopped. As if there was nothing there at all. And it was freaking weird. I almost didn’t want to open my eyes.
“It’s all right Dia.” I could hear someone tell me. They sounded familiar.
I looked up from my crouched position. “Kara?” I was stunned to say the least.
“Yes, we transported you to a safe location.” She smiled weakly at me.
“We?” I slowly stood up, noticing that I was no longer battling to the death but somewhere in a secluded forest.
“Yes, we did.” Kara did not elaborate. I was slightly irked by this but the feel was overshadowed by the fact that I had killed someone… and started a war.
“I don’t get it. Why am I here? And what about… I don’t know. Saving the world!” I cried. Let’s face it, I was not really helping save it but I had to ask.
“It’s not yours to save. This was supposed to happen. We all have our time and right now it is time for the supernaturals to rise.” She vaguely reminded me of an elf as she said this.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I ran a hand through my hair frustrated.
“We wouldn’t joke about this, Dia.” Kara looked a little worried.
“Then why me?! Why am I here?!” I wanted to cry. The world as I knew it was ending because I didn’t have the brain or the will power to save it.
“You’re here to protect mankind, you’re here because you’re a kidemona.”
“What is that even supposed to mean? I was just trying to save the human race before you so rudely interrupted!” I cried, “before mister muscles over here teleported me out.”
“You’re more important than you think.” Rafe pointed out.
“Yeah, I just saved the world…” I really hadn’t but being dramatic was fun.
“Kind of.” Rafe shrugged. It was true.
“You’re here for what happens after.” Kara told me. “There will be forces at work trying to prevent huma
ns from living, trying to rid their existence you will be there to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“So let me get this straight… I have to let the world essentially come to an end,” dramatic… “and then you want me to stop the bad from killing humans. Something I was trying to do in the first place.”
“Yes.” Kara responded with absolutely no further explanation.
“Ugh! You people are so frustrating!” I cried. “Do I have any other choice?”
“Not really.” Rafe said for Kara.
“I know it doesn’t make sense now but it will in the future. This had to happen in order for the world to remained balanced. In order to keep that balance you must make sure it doesn’t slip too far into chaos.”
“Since I don’t have any other choice, I suppose we should just do this.” I replied reluctantly.
“First we must train you.” She told me. “You have to be able to take down the supernatural beings who have sided against the humans.”
“Oh joy.” I muttered. “I’m terrible at fighting.” I was not looking forward to the pain in the days to come.
Rafe smirked slightly, “She forgot the part where you become immortal.”
“What the hell?!” I cried. “How does that even work?”
“Carefully.” Kara was yet again dodging my questions.
“What have I gotten myself into?”
What the hell was this place? Who were these people and more importantly why was I going to be immortal?
I had a feeling that all questions I had were never going to get answered. So far I have been right about that.
Things just keep getting weirder and weirder.
Chapter 26: This is Bull
June 12 2013
11:45pm
Kara is an evil sadistic… plotter. She is the worst. She is totally the worst and I have no idea why I followed her in the first place. I mean I totally could have ditched her and been on my own and like shirked my responsibilities as this guardian person.
They changed me and then decided hey, let’s train this chick which did not turn out well. The only plus of this is that Rafe is still around… or at least he’s alive and I get to see a familiar face every now and then. (And maybe look at a nice butt every now and then.)
Also, I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to have a journal here. I’m probably not even supposed to be writing anything down so let’s hope I get a few more entries in before they find out…
Anyways, one day Kara decided that I needed to run until my legs fell off. Actually that felt like every day because of her slave driving. On one particular day I said something stupid to try and get out of the work out.
“I am the Evil Overlord Dictator and what I say goes!” I cried to a very unamused Kara.
“Start running.” She pointed to the field that I was training in.
“But Kara, I was just kidding, you know that!” I whined. What? I don’t like running… mostly because she’ll make me sprint for an hour straight.
“Less talking more running.” She gestured for me to go and I did but very reluctantly.
Commence the screaming at me to run faster for about 43 minutes and 12 seconds until something very lovely happened… or not too lovely for me. You see I seemed to have teleported or something. I can’t really tell you what exactly happened because Kara is a butt hole and didn’t explain.
“OH MY GOD! HOW THE HELL DID I GET OVER HERE?” I yelled looking around appalled. Somehow I had gotten to the opposite side of the field I was running on.
“Ok, you’re finished for now.” Cara said.
“What just happened?!” I yelled.
“You know what we’re doing next. We’ve been doing the same thing every day.” She said with a slightly annoyed tone.
“No, seriously… I have no idea what I just did.”
“Well you better figure it out then.” She looked at me expectantly.
“Teleport. Did I teleport?” I asked her, somewhat excited.
“No.” She stated blatantly.
“What?! How could I not have teleported? Just tell me what happened!”
“You have to figure it out, now time for defense. Come on.” She gestured for me to get into a defensive position.
“No… no really, can I teleport?” I asked her.
Of course she didn’t answer instead she attacked me… because I was supposed to be learning how to fight and all that lovely stuff.
“Ow! How are you so absurdly strong?!” I cried from my position on the floor.
“You will be this absurdly strong if you would take all of this seriously.” She gave me a knowing look.
“I take it seriously enough. I mean I’m here aren’t I?” I asked.
“I think you know the answer to that.” She told me.
“Ugh! I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, as a teenager for the rest of eternity. I have suddenly acquired all these powers that I cannot control, hell I have no idea what all they are and to top it all off I seemed to have started another civil war!” I huffed.
“You don’t really believe that do you? Don’t you think it’s a little absurd to take on all of that?” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“No, no it’s not absurd. Let’s look at the facts; you made me a kidemona, which means I’m immortal, and therefore stuck as a teen. Second, this also means more powers so I can take on the forces of evil. How can I do that if I can’t control myself?” I paused and took a deep breath.
“None of that is on you. You will control you powers with time.” She said.
“What? The teleporting? I mean I’m not even strong.” We laughed lightly.
“It’s not teleportation and the strength must be trained. It’s not given.” She shrugged.
“None of this changes the fact that I am responsible for the freaking war, this whole free cities and slave cities… It’s all so messed up.” I shook my head.
“You couldn’t have stopped it. It was all in motion already.” She paused and glanced around, “You can’t carry this weight. The world is in constant flux… It was time for something like this to happen, whether you like it or not. The Periphery set this in motion before you even knew about it. You just softened the blow.”
“That’s bull and you know it. I could have stopped them if I had worked harder if I had been more mature. Why was I the one to handle this?” I turned away from Kara to watch the breeze as it caught the leaves in the trees.
“This world, like all worlds needs balance. Not everything can be good, that is what the Periphery does and they make it balanced. Believe it or not, we can’t always have a happy ending.”
“Whatever.” I muttered, “Let’s just get back to work.”
And work we did.
I don’t know why they would choose someone like me to save or protect humanity, someone who really, as far as I was concerned failed to do so in the first place. But I guess that’s what second chances are for redemption or whatever.
Oh and I think I remember Kara saying something about… Metahumans. I guess the Periphery must like us because that is how you become a kidemona. You are a metahuman first. Maybe they just like individuality.
“You’re not all built the same.” Kara told me one day during training.
“Uh, yeah. We’re all individuals, like snowflakes.” I replied sarcastically.
“Wrong.” Kara answered, “You’re wired differently. You are what we call the Puppet Master, someone who has the ability to control the human mind. An extreme telepath if you will. There are others, like you out there but different. They can make you see things…”
“Illusionists.” I replied.
“Yes. And while they do that there are others who can create with their minds logically called creationists.” She informed me.
“So, that makes us special… because?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Because you’re mortal… You were.” She informed me. I think she wanted me to read in between the lines but I am far too lazy for t
hat.
“And that’s important because…?” Good ole’ teenage attitude was rolling off me.
“It’s important because it means that you can be turned, transformed into something more. Only metahumans have the ability to protect humanity or serve supernaturals.” (In other words we’re given the choice to become good or evil. Most supernatural creature are born good or evil.)