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4. Superhuman Division 3 : REWRITE ATTEMPT TO TURN IT INTO THE DIVINE Excerpt by Amour Elixir Fallen

 

                    ~Aaron~

 They say that the people who aren’t meant to be in your life are the first to go, and the ones that are meant to stay are the ones that come back…No matter how hard I wanted or wished, there was no hope in getting Skylar back. She was gone, only a memory in my head. Her voice faded in my memory, telling me that everything is going to be alright even though I knew that they’re not going to be.

Everyday was a challenge, a painful one to keep myself in check because she wasn’t there to keep me cool… Everyone seemed to be doing better, but I could only imagine how they really felt… We were all scarred.

      I woke up one morning, feeling worse than usual. That was the morning that we had lost her… That we were in Philadelphia  fighting to save Emory to only lose Sky…

There was a light knock on my door, interrupting my thoughts and opened as I slipped out of bed. I tried thinking about something else, anything else… But the thought of Skylar was stuck in my mind. Her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, her jeans ripped at the knees… Her light blue eyes that could hold me in a trance forever…

“It’s been a year, Aaron,” my dad entered, holding a plate of food in his hand, “could you at least try to talk about it? With me, or Emory...”

I glared at him, I knew what he was talking about.. Who he was talking about.

“Not today, Dad.”

He shook his head, “You’re pushing the only friends you have away.”

Like you would know, I thought as he closed the door again. I went to the closet, knowing there was something in there. On the top shelf, there was a shoebox… A shoebox of what Skylar had left behind. Notes on her father’s journal, pictures… Things I knew I shouldn’t look at when trying to ignore the pain. But then again, that was the day…

“Aaron?” another knock came at the door, Rose’s voice was soft and kind sounding, “Are you okay?”

“Go away. Rose,” I said, shaking my head, “I want to be alone.”

“You’re worrying your dad and the rest of us, Aaron,” she tried, as she had been for the last few months, “you should talk to someone..”

“I said I want to be alone, Rose,” I pulled down the box from the closet, taking a deep breath, “just go, please?”

I heard nothing from the other end of the door, flopping onto the bed with the box in my hands. Trembling, I opened the lid. I knew what was in there, I’ve looked through it a thousand times by now…

The old shoe box was neat, though I would have to guess that Emory had too looked through it recently. Shaking my head, I picked up a picture of Sky and I. We were standing together at Dad’s inn, before I burnt it down. My arm was wrapped around her, holding her tightly as whoever took the picture.

  The thought that had assumed that Emory had gone through the box vanished, for that picture wasn’t there before.

She’s my best friend, Aaron, I remembered Skylar telling me once, I know it’s hard to see right now, but I need you two to get along… I chuckled, brushing the thought away. Skylar could’ve wanted anything and I would’ve given it to her… But trying to get along with Emory was not one of the things…

Who lets their best friend die? Who lets their only friend die? Even after saving their boyfriend…

I knew that I shouldn’t have been thinking about blaming Emory the way I did, but she didn’t save Skylar… I wasn’t going to let my guard down for a moment because of it.

I moved on, pulling out a note in her handwriting :

 There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wonder why my dad gave me the powers he did. I don’t understand what kind of a father would give their child a power like this. Nothing adds up, I’ve looked in every little thing my dad ever kept. Toby has a theory that I can’t really explain without getting mixed up, there’s really nothing to put these puzzles together with. I feel that there’s always something more than what the journal says.

There was a thud from down the hall, taking my eyes away from the note. I set it back inside, discarding it for a later time. I closed the lid, getting dressed quickly before leaving my room.

“Look who’s still in the land of the living,” Phil smiled as he pushed a box towards his room, “good to see you’re still here, Aaron.”

 I just nodded, figuring that I might as well get out now that I was there. Closing my door, I wandered over to see where Emory was… Just to see if there was any change. For that was the day…

I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Phil’s, “We all miss her, Aaron. You don’t stand in this alone.”

I only nodded, I didn’t want to talk about it… About her.

“It’s going to be okay,” he went back to his box, pushing it along as I headed down the stairs.

My dad had a weak smile on his face when I got into the kitchen, he was holding her sword in one hand and polish in the other. Without a warning, I took it from him.

“Aaron, it’s just a bit of-”

“No, Dad!” I shouted, holding it away from him, “It’s not just a bit of polish!”

I grabbed the sheath, pulling the belt around me tightly, putting her sword in its place. They didn’t understand the way I felt… No one did.

“Aaron, you’ve got to let go,” my dad set the bottle of polish on the counter, “you can’t possibly hold on-”

“Just because you let Mom go doesn’t mean I have to let Skylar go!” I snapped, feeling the anger worsening.

My dad looked hurt, I felt only worse than I already did.

“Your mother was heartbroken when they took you,” he gave me a sad look, “and there was nothing I could have done to save her, Aaron...”

“How dare you talk to your dad like that?” Emory’s voice made me jump, “After all that he’s done for you, you just hurt him.”

“Emory,” my dad shook his head, “don’t..”

  “No, I’m tired of him taking advantage-”

“Taking advantage? Me? Who’s been living in my house? I’m sorry, Your Highness but you’re in my world.”  I turned around, seeing her leaned up against a wall.

“Your Highness? I’m sorry I’m not some hotheaded dick that destroys things when I’m mad! I didn’t ask to live here, we decided together. Taking advantage? Please I barely even stay here... this is your father here. He finally gets you back, gives you a home, and tries to help you through this! Be happy that you even have that! Grow up Aaron! It’s not your house Aaron, it’s your father’s pay him some goddamn respect and start acting like an adult, lord knows you need to stop acting like a toddler with your flaming tantrums.”

I growled at her, clenching my fists. Instead of backing down, she chuckled, “What are you going to do huh? Burn me with your scarred pride? Let’s not forget who you’re messing with. I could turn you inside out before you even light one finger.” she sauntered off, leaving me and my father in the kitchen… in silence.

 She’s lucky she’s Skylar’s best friend, I shook my head.

“Now you’ve done it,” Dad said, rubbing his eyes, “went and made the one who knows how you’re feeling mad.”

“Dad..”

“I know what you said was out of anger, Aaron. But your mother loved you. She would’ve liked Skylar,” he patted my shoulder before leaving me alone in the kitchen as well.

Just thinking about it, I lost my greatest treasures all before I even got the chance to live my life.  Why me?

                    ~Emory~

A dark laughter rang through my ears, waking me from my sleep. I shot straight out of my bed. The laughter of my brother kept me up for the past year. Sweat dripped off my forehead as I wrapped my arms around myself. My breath was ragged, like I couldn’t catch it. I looked next to me, Jasper sleeping peacefully, his head buried in his pillow. I sighed and got out of the king-sized bed.

    We had refurbished the house we had hid out in back when the government was after us. Everyone pitched in to fix it up, it was the only thing to keep our minds off of Skylar. We had all moved into it and slept in the many rooms. We all kept ourselves busy, numbing ourselves from the pain. Aaron’s father had moved in with us, he kept the team from falling apart...if you even call it a team anymore. Aaron had become a recluse, only coming out to train and burn things. He didn’t look at me since returning from Philadelphia, after losing Skylar to her own storm. Phil and Rose tried to tend to the house, keeping themselves occupied with gardening and going out. Toby meditated a lot, trying to sharpen his senses, although I knew he was hiding something from me… from us. Jasper spent his time hovering over me, trying to see if I was alright, making me eat and sleep and even shower. He is more than I deserve but I know one thing was I was not alright. I was broken and lost and in pain. I blame myself for what happened to her, and it haunts me till this day and possibly for forever.

    I went to the closet and got dressed in some running clothes. I tied my hair into a ponytail and exited the room. Everyone was asleep, even Aaron. It wasn’t even dawn when I went for my run. I always got up this early because I could sleep, not anymore. I made my way down the flight of stairs and to the front door. Opening it and instantly running down the few steps….out into the open.

                        ~

I had ran nearly three miles before making it home. My legs didn’t feel like they were there anymore. I was covered in sweat and tears as I hobbled to the front door of the house. Opening it, the sounds coming within swarmed around me, enveloping me into a dull and loud world I didn’t want to be in. I turned to the right to see Rose grooming a fern in the kitchen sink. She looked at me for a split second before going to the refrigerator, tossing me a cold water bottle. Her hazel eyes sparked with regret and sadness, wishing she could say something but she didn’t. I nodded and headed upstairs.

Every step forward was heavy, knowing she once ran up the same steps to wake me in the early morning to go for a run.  I wanted to find her sitting in the empty room next to mine, looking over her dad’s journal for the thousandth time, trying to figure out what was going to happen to her and why. I wanted to find her sitting at the bay window, looking out at the incoming storm clouds, I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay.

    Aaron wasn’t the only one in pain, but he took it out on everyone anyways. Especially his father, the man that Sky was so courteous to find. Thinking about it now, I thought about the things that Skylar did unintentionally for the team. I heard the commotion downstairs, Aaron’s distinct voice was clearly upset.

“Your mother was heartbroken when they took you,” Mr. Smith was looking painfully at his son, “and there was nothing I could have done to save her, Aaron...”

“How dare you talk to your dad like that?” I said, making Aaron jump, “After all that he’s done for you, you just hurt him.”

“Emory,” Mr. Smith shook his head at me, “don’t..”

  “No, I’m tired of him taking advantage-”

“Taking advantage? Me? Who’s been living in my house? I’m sorry, Your Highness but you’re in my world.”  he turned around.

“Your Highness? I’m sorry I’m not some hotheaded dick that destroys things when I’m mad! I didn’t ask to live here, we decided together. Taking advantage? Please I barely even stay here... this is your father here. He finally gets you back, gives you a home, and tries to help you through this! Be happy that you even have that! Grow up Aaron! It’s not your house Aaron, it’s your father’s pay him some goddamn respect and start acting like an adult, lord knows you need to stop acting like a toddler with your flaming tantrums.”

He growled at me, clenching his fists.

I chuckled, “What are you going to do huh? Burn me with your scarred pride? Let’s not forget who you’re messing with. I could turn you inside out before you even light one finger.”

    I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew I had won. I walked away, passing Rose on my way out of the house again. I knew where I could have peace, and I knew where I could find her spirit if she really was there that day. I walked alone, down towards the creek where Skylar first discovered she could create storms.

Something always drew me there, taking me back to the days where there was nothing to do and we were just normal teens. Her laughter filled my ears as I neared the water, it was painful to hear. I could she her smile, but then it was quickly replaced with the most painful memory.

“Don’t you dare,” I shook, picking up her head from the ground, “you can’t leave me like this.”

“We both knew it was going to happen, Emory,” she smiled faintly, my hands glowing but her warmth fading, “there’s nothing that we could have done to prevent it. You saw the journal…”

“Stop,” I shook my head, the others were running towards us, but they moved like flies in amber, “you’re going to make it. You will make it.”

 The blood dripping from her face flowed into my hands as I held her head. I couldn’t bare the thought of losing her, I didn’t want to lose her. No, I couldn’t lose her, it wasn’t an option.

“We both know the truth, Em,” she shook her head, “we both know that this is how it has to be.”

The world moved slowly, slower as she faded from my hands.

 I didn’t realize that I fell to my knees until there was a cruel sting snapping me back into reality. I started crying, crying out for the loss of my friend.

I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to keep going until I found her. I kept seeing her face hanging limp in my arms, blood coming out of her nose and mouth. I could still feel her warmth fading out of my fingertips. Her blonde hair losing its shine, the blue strip in her hair now a pale memory. I wanted to let go of the pain,I wanted to scream. Two years ago, I met a stranger that changed my world for the better. I wanted to see her bright white smile again, her blue eyes lighting up. I wanted to sit down with her and look over that bloody notebook with her and tell her that her dad was wrong even if he was right. I wanted her next to me, fighting alongside me but all I could see was her head in my lap as I fought to keep her alive, but I couldn’t. She was gone, and I couldn’t save her. I wanted it to be different, if I hadn’t gone off in such a bad mood… She would still be alive. Skylar would still be there with us, I know there was nothing I could’ve done to save her but what was the point of having powers of you can’t save everyone?

“Emory!” Rose called my name, I heard feet running in my direction, but I didn’t care to look. Something colder was coming over me, something so familiar that I almost forgot what it was like.

Emory, I heard her voice, like she was there, the cave… Go to the cave. Emory, please, the cave!

I got to my feet, Rose reached me and grabbed my arm. “There’s something wrong with Toby.”

“What do you mean?”

   “He keeps blubbering about the Cave. He won’t stop hyperventilating long enough to explain what’s going on. Jasper and Aaron already went down to go see. Toby needs to talk to you.”

 I hurried after Rose, bursting into the living room just as Toby got to his feet, clutching the damned journal in his hands.

“Toby,” I caught him before he stumbled over, “what’s’ going on?”

He opened that journal, flipped to the last page and pointed at a line that was in another language : Ea hieme frigidiores fiunt in futurum, ut renascatur.

“What does that mean?” I asked, Toby’s eyes were joyful and fearful.

   “It’s Latin,” Rose interjected, looking concernedly at him, “what does it say Toby?”

“It says ‘For those in the winter, colder in the contribution for the future, that they may be born again…’”

My eyes grew wide, my heart began skipping beats. There was only one explanation as to why the doctor would put that as the last sentence in his journal…

 “I think we better find a way to beat the others to the Cave.” Rose said, grabbing Toby and heading to the door. I didn’t know whether to feel happy or scared, but there was one thing that couldn’t be denied : Skylar was coming back.

 

                        ~Aaron~

I didn’t know what the fuss was about, Toby had little mind fits here and there. But this time… This time it was different. The only words Jasper could get out of him were ‘the cave’. Taking the shortcut that I found, Jasper and I were there quickly.. And found that someone was vandalizing Skylar’s memorial. The cave was the only place none of us dared to use our powers, Rose and Phil were the only ones who could use their powers safely in the cavern. Even then, we made a promise to not use our powers in Skylar’s favorite hiding place.

“It looks like Latin,” Jasper studied the carving in the cavern wall, just behind the waterfall, “In Trogodytis abesse ex Winteri divina cor vestrum adprehendet vos…. If only Toby could translate that…”

“There’s no need for that,” a sweet voice said from deeper within the cavern, familiar and so soft that I almost fell to my knees, “it means, ‘At the Cave of the Heart of Winter will find you.’”

 I turned around, sitting there on the little platform that Rose made out of flowers and vines, there in the little light of the cave, sitting there with watery eyes and a smile so bright it made all my anger fade, there she was. Tattered, bruised, injured beyond imagination, with a damn smile on her face, sat the only one who took the dark and gave me light.

 “Skylar…” I began to say, but she shook her head and went to stand.

“Sshhhh,” she held out her arms to me, Jasper wasn’t ready to let me go to her.

 “It could be some illusion,” he drew his weapon, “we wouldn’t know if it was her or not.”

Skylar was trying to stay on her feet, I longed to scoop her up into my arms.  

 She rolled her eyes, “So you can’t trust that it’s me huh Sparky?”

Jasper softened, almost to the point where he could start crying. No one ever knew that Skylar and Jasper had a history, long before the Divine. He was one of the many adopted brothers Skylar had growing up, and he always said there was one name that only Skylar would ever know to call him to prove it was her.

“It’s good to have you back, Snowflake.”

 

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