handle
looked as if it was made of glass. The girl smiled and in one swift
motion, flung the knife in my direction. It came hurling at me,
spinning around in circles as it made its way to its destination. I
stood there frozen.
If I couldn’t move, it looked like it would
hit me right between the eyes. Then, something blocked my vision;
it was someone’s hand. I heard a ripping sound as the knife met the
hand, and tore through the flesh right through to the other side
where I could see. The handle filled up with a blue liquid that
started to glow.
I looked up to the face of my savior. I was
expecting Dante, but what I saw instead, was Skylar. He took the
knife out of his hand and stashed it away in his pocket. Then, he
started dragging me away.
“Now do you believe that I want to help you?”
he said as he grimaced with pain.
“I do,” I concluded; I sounded confident,
sure. “I just don’t know why.”
“There are a lot of reasons, not all of them
can be explained right now,” he said as he grabbed the blade from
his pocket.
“I’ve never seen a knife like that,” I said,
making conversation.
“You haven’t?” he laughed, amused. “Well, I
have a feeling you’ll be seeing a lot more of these.”
He grabbed the blade right in the middle and
started to twist it. He made sure to stay away from the edge. After
a few twists, the blade came off, leaving the handle full of liquid
exposed.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Killing two birds with one stone,” he said.
“I’m really surprised you’ve never seen one. They’re for killing
people and taking their powers all at once. Now, if that wasn’t
enough convenience, everyone is starting to figure out that this is
the best way to take what doesn’t belong to you. This is the only
way that I know of to get the powers in their purest forms. That
leads to more powerful people.”
“What do you do with it?” I wondered.
He looked down at the handle. It looked like
there could have been as much as six ounces of liquid in there.
When I got a closer look, I could tell the liquid was much thicker
than I thought. He closed his eyes and drank it like a shot. His
hand started repairing itself before my eyes, only seconds later,
the wound was gone.
“This is why you need my help; people are
learning far too much about our way of life. Ways to be stronger,
faster, better in every way.”
“Okay, I’ll admit that sounds plausible, and
thank you for… that. But I can’t honestly believe you have no
ulterior motive in this. I don’t know if it’s innocent or evil, but
I just can’t be a part of it.”
“You are a part of it, you and everyone else
that helped take down the Alliance. It doesn’t matter what
strengths they have, what powers. What matters is they are all a
part of this. They are all part of the evolution of our kind, and
that, well, that makes them almost as desirable as you.”
“Why? Why us? If these people want to create
a new Alliance, then they can do it by themselves, and leave me out
of it.”
“Well, you don’t always get what you want,
now do you?”
“I need you to leave, if anyone else sees
you, they’re going to feel threatened. They remember the past,
everything.”
”Yeah, well, so do I,” he mumbled. “While not
much has changed, I’m not who you think I am.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said as I turned my
back to him. I looked back over, and he looked—sad. “Give me your
number,” I sighed. “I will call you… if I ever need to.”
“Thank you,” he said.
He handed me the number, leaving little room
on the paper for me to grab onto. He held onto it for a minute; it
seemed like he was unable to let go. Finally, he did and he looked
down at me with something in his eyes. They burned into mine with
an intensity I didn’t have the time to focus on.
I nodded, “now go.”
He ran off at an incredible speed, probably
another benefit of drinking his powers. I didn’t understand it, but
nothing in