Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Patterns ❯ Rising Power ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

~Echo~
Do I expect to change
The past I hold inside
With all the words I say
Repeating over in my mind

Some things you can't erase
No matter how hard you try
An exit to escape
Is all there is left to find

Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why

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Air en awoke slowly. A throbbing pain in her head restrained her ability to think. She opened her eyes, squinting in the light. She tried to move and found herself bound. `My sword...' She thought weakly. She looked up and saw the sword floating at the door of her mesh-wired cage. She looked at it closer and realized that it was tied to the door, not floating by it. She sighed in releif, decidingb that her head injury was messing with her prespective.

She tried to inch towards the nearest wall, but was stopped by a tired voice, “I wouldn't do that were I you.” She looked around and saw a young man sitting, unbound in a cage next to hers. He looked vaguely familiar. She squinted her eyes at him and he grinned in return. “Electric charged.” As if in proof he held up a slightly charred hand, wistfully looking at it.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“I'm not really anyone right now. Who are you?” His grin returned. Airen sighed.

`I'm locked up next to a psycho.' She mentally groaned.

Out loud she said, “My name is Lux, but anyone who wants to live calls me Airen.” His grin vanished. Solemnly, he nodded. “You a mutant?” She probed.

“I believe so.” He said. “I can't remember much really. Not even why I'm unable to remember why I can't remember. Ironic, eh?” He slowly stood up on shaky legs and began to pace.

`Do you know about Magneto?' Airen mentally questioned. Out loud, she instead asked, “What do you think of non-mutants?” He stopped. Anger burned in his once-lucid blue eyes, turning then a hard steel-blue color. But just as swiftly as the emotion began, it ceased. He shrugged and resumed his pacing.

She watched him and swiftly her dislike for sitting came back. She tried to stand, only mansaged to stumble into the electric-charged wiring. Pain seared through her. The ropes binding her broke away and she grabbed onto the fencing, roaring, “Deste! En rivion deste. Cresto!” The electricity continued to flow, but instead of shocking her, it crackled over her skin. Finally, she had too much and weakly pushed herself away. She stood for a few seconds before coming down onto her knees.

“Are you okay?” The stranger asked. He appeared genuinely concerned. She weakly nodded. Guards came in, muscle-heavy, and opened her companion's door. She watched his eyes. Again, hate burned, but it didn't stay for long. He allowed them to herd him out.

Airen prayed that her new friend would be all right. She massaged her aching hands and waited.

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Somehow, he was aware of what he looked like, even though he'd never seen himself. Perhaps a few years older than that girl, Airen. He'd liked her. Too bad. The boss of this place seemed to have a habit of killing people that were in that particular cage. Anger grew in him. Then it vanished, leaving him with only one, for no reason seemingly troubling, thought, `Who's Airen?'

He was brought into an arena. He imagined it was a very distinct copy of the famous arena in Rome, except that this arena was made up of metal.

“Do you know what you're going to do now, my friend?” He looked into the stranger's eyes and shook his head. “You are going to get your powers back and kill the person who comes through that door.” After pushing a button on his watch, he pointed to a large iron gate. “Don't disappoint me.” He walked back a few steps and shouted, “Release.”

A young woman stumbled in, her gray eyes silver in anger. She waved her sword at the gate. He narrowed his eyes. Hadn't he met her before? `No.' With that, he charged, his power enveloping him.

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Ai ren stared at her friend, confused. Her sword jerked out of her grasp and went to him. It then stopped and turned right back at her! Airen held her breath and ran at the sword, jerking left before it could run her through. Unfortunately, she was still weak and the maneuver brought her crashing down. A sharp pain stabbed at her ankle. She released a bit of her built up electricity, throwing it at her sword as it came around again, and knocking it away. She stared at ter outstreched hand, baffled at what had happened. Was that her mutation?

Her friend's hands found her neck and closed in, cutting off her breath. She looking up at him, confused. His eyes were emotionless as though her life meant nothing to him. She grabbed onto his right wrist and found a watch. Grimly, she sent a power surge through it, resulting in a huge blast that knocked them apart.

Airen fought another blackout as she stood back up. She looked at the man that had watched the entire time. He fought in vain to get through the door in the arena to escape. She leaned against the wall and found it made up of metal. She sent her last amount of electricity through it and turned away from the man. His scream echoed in the dome, but she only flinched when he stopped.

She limped slowly towards her friend, who looked up at her, startled. His eyes were bright with regained memories. She painfully lowered herself next to him and smiled grimly.

“You know who I am?” He asked. She nodded. Tired, he closed his eyes and sighed. “Then go.” He then went oddly still, unconcious.

“We'll leave.” Airen announced grimly. She set a hand on his shoulder and closed her eyes, focusing on being anywhere but here, his choice.

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When she opened her eyes they were in a large bedroom. She barely managed to set him on top of his bed before she could find a chair. Her last thoughts before she fell into a deep sleep were, `I wonder what he'll do when his powers are back completely?'