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It had been ten long years since the war had ended. The government had grown more corrupt, and as such passed laws to keep those who had gifts in line. There was no ‘thank you’ to those who risked everything to ensure Warlock didn’t win. Instead, they were met with hostility and prejudice. What had they fought for? Humans were animals, brute creatures who cared nothing about those lost to war. That’s how most non-normal beings viewed humans now. That is how things were. In the eyes of the government, all non-normal beings were lethal and need to be detained, or perhaps eradicated. Another war is coming. Whose side are you on?
“He went this way,” a man standing six feet tall yelled to another shorter man.
“I got a visual,” the shorter man replied.
Their target dashed down an alley away from the commotion on the street. It was National Pride Month. People filled the street with noise.
“We got ‘em now,” the taller man said as he watched the target hit a dead end, “Nowhere to run.”
Fingers trailed along the brick wall as if testing for a weak point.
“Tae Yong. Enough running. Master Warlock demands your presence.”
Blue eyes peered through the shadows of the overcast. Beautifully manicured hands brushed through delicately colored hair.
“I have no intention of going back.”
“Don’t test us. We’ve been given orders. Either you come quietly or we use force.”
“So my father has grown desperate to bring me back. Does he fear I may tell of his plans? Tell me Nicholai, how would he respond when you go back empty-handed.”
“We don’t intend to Tae Yong.”
“Enough talk Nicholai, take him,” a third man spoke moving into Tae Yong’s line of sight.
Nicholai dashed toward Tae Yong arms tight against his side. With swift precision, his hand launched and crashed into the wall behind where Tae Yong once stood.
“You’ve gotten slower,” Tae Yong spoke, “But I told you, I’m not going back.”
Nicholai pulled his hand from the wall and grunted as he stretched out his fingers allowing his muscles to overcome the shock of hitting brick. He moved quickly closing the gap between them. Nicholai launched an offensive attack colliding with Tae Yong.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Nicholai groaned when the two collided.
“Then leave me alone,” Tae Yong jumped away performing a backflip before landing on one knee.
Hands made of rock grabbed Tae Yong. Tae Yong’s eyes searched his surroundings for a way out. Only two of his father’s henchmen were visible, the third must be the cause of the elemental appendages that had ensnared him. Nicholai moved toward him sighing.
“Are you hurt?”
“Are you?” Tae Yong replied eyes locked on Nicholai. Nicholai’s eyes widened when he realized what Tae Yong was preparing to do.
“Get down,” Nicholai yelled as a pulse of energy surged out of Tae Yong causing an explosion. The building began to collapse into the alley on top of them. Dust and debris filled the area reducing visibility. Nicolai grunted as he looked up. The parade goers were shocked and the police were immediately notified.
“Dominic, Aarow, do you sense him?”
“I do not,” Aarow said.
The dust cleared. A spike was lodged deep in Dominic’s chest. Blood poured from the wound, Dominic’s head hanging loosely to the side.
“FUCK! The kid killed Dominic,” Aarow yelled.
“It was an accident Aarow. Let’s get his body back to Warlock and we will deal with Tae Yong later.”
Just as the police arrived on the scene, Aarow and Nicholai used the scroll of teleportation, gifted to them by Warlock. Tae Yong landed roughly a quarter of a mile away from the destruction. His arm bleeding from the pressure of the rock hand. He groaned as he moved away from the bustle of chaotic humans. Shockingly, not a single soul noticed him. North Carolina was an odd state, one of the few that actually helped non-normal beings. He sat on a bench in the park trying to control his breathing to heal. It seemed his wounds were greater than he thought. The shrapnel from the explosion had lacerated him. He felt pain, and lots of it.
A butterfly the size of a bird landed on him, covering him with its wings. He looked into its eyes and heard its chirps. Closing his eyes, Tae Yong felt the energy seep into him. It was like several hundred tiny surgeons were mending him. When he was fully healed, the butterfly touched his forehead with its own and fluttered away, dispersing in the wind. Tae Yong looked out in the distance noticing storm clouds.
“There was no forecast for that,” he said as lightning streaked across the bosom of the clouds illuminating them slightly.