Destiny Runners

Destiny runners

Sara
There I saw him in his glorious state with one hand extended towards me all too happily I slowly walked forward to accept his invitation knowing the outcome of this encounter would be the most wonderful experience of the dream. Having had this vision over and over, night after night in the deepest darkest part of my subconscious I knew that once this magnificent action was done so was the dream. But just like last night and the night before that, I was compelled to take his extended hand and indulge myself in his glorious splendour.
His perfect features were too much to bare; the feel of his ragged muscles under my hand was invigorating; the wild spark of desire that lit his beautiful baby blue eyes were captivating, and the smell of his sweet breath was intoxicating.
He was so perfect in every way that I wished this momentous moment in my mesmerising dream would last forever. In the same second that I took his hand firmly in mine the wondrous corners of his full and perfect lips turned up to create the most breath-taking smile, so glorious that the angles of heaven would fall from the sky at the pure perfection of his heart warming smile.
With his free hand he arced my neck and pulled my face towards his. With a gasp I felt his warm soft lips pressed against mine, slowly we move our mouths in synchronization. I felt his tongue softly caress my bottom lip as he did this I wound my hand through his perfect chocolate brown hair grabbing a fist full, making sure that I had a good grip on the perfect figment of my subconscious.
He pulled his face away to examine my now scarlet cheeks, a light and adoring smile lit his face then uttered the words I did not want to hear: “I’m sorry I have to go. Don’t forget, I love you...” So with a sharp flash of light, the wonderful dream was gone and I awoke to my reality. Is it not just ironic that the moment the most fantastic thing comes to an end, the worst thing could happen? My mother walked in to my room and ripped me from the loveliness of that oh so sweet dream.
“Hurry up Sara, you’ll be late for school!” My mother yelled at me from the door way in which she stood, and this was the expected end of my all too short, but perfect, dream.
Yes, I know what you must be thinking: I’m in love with a dream. How much more stupid can you get right? But this is something entirely different; it feels real, it feels true even though it is always just my subconscious imagery, I can feel some sort of connection to reality in this dream. But there is one minor problem; my stupid subconscious can’t even come up with a name to go with my perfect dream man.
We arrived at school at the same time as usual, 8:11 am, far too early for my liking, but that is what you have to deal with if your mother is teacher. I sloshed slowly through the soft snow hoping not to fall over. With one earphone in my ear I tried to escape from the cold nippy reality by dwelling in the rhythm and tempo of the song I selected.
I heard a shriek of excitement coming from behind me and recognised the sound. I hadn’t realised the time but it seemed the school court yard had filled with the children of our school, and there were shrieks and squeals from all around me. It was amazing how fast the Christmas holidays had come and gone. And in my opinion it hadn’t lasted long enough.
I spun round to face the two people in my life who I could freely talk to about anything even this peculiar dream. Sammy and Becca were walking slowly towards me and, as always, as soon as Sammy saw me she picked up the pace to arrive right in front of me. With one high pitched squeak she flung her arms around me in a reunion hug. She whispered softly in my ear “Wow I’ve missed you” I finally managed to get out of her strangle hold to tell her I’ve missed her too. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Becca she stood there with her arm extended towards me and I gladly gave her a hug. Becca was more of the quiet reliable friends were as Sammy was the one who had the bubbliest personality of our group.
I softly whispered “Ello, missed you this holiday.” And as I pulled away, she said “yeah me too.”
As we three walked side by side as we made our way to join the rest of our group. Oliver, he was in charge of being weird and annoys me to death, Jack the joker and sick minded one of the group, we always had to watch what came out his mouth. Gabby the one of the hardcore girls takes no shit from any one, her brother Alex more or less the same as Gabby but taller. Then we have Megan, Kylie and Ben. Being stuck in the love problems of Megan and Ben was the most complicated thing in the universe; I really don’t know how I could keep up with all their relationship dramas.
After our little reunion the bell rang and we all disbursed to the first lesson of the day. Well it was not really a lesson but a registration. While I sat in my seat I had the chance to look at all my peers in the circle around me. The morning notices were read: the new girl’s football team was due to practice, every lunchtime up till the next game, also there was a new voluntary lesson being introduced to the entire grade 10s. I would have to make a note to join this new Spanish class before Becca got hold of me a forced me to join, she’d probably use the puppy dog pout on my. So unfair! It felt good to be back in the familiar classroom.
At the end of tutor we all left in different directions heading towards the first actual lesson of the day. As Becca and I walked towards the third building I realised that I had homework due in for the next lesson that was not done. “Ooh Shit” I said in panic, Becca turned to look at me shocked. “What’s the matter you look like a ghost....You forgot to do your English Homework didn’t you?” I nodded “well then let’s hope that you have nothing on your hectic schedule for lunch time today then.”
Maths was first for me and we were discussing the uses of handling data. I was praying with all my might that some catastrophe would occur so that I would not have to go to my next English lesson, little did I know that this was just about to happen.
Just five minutes into the lesson I heard my name being called over the intercom. In the back of my mind I wondered what I had done wrong, had they really found out about the stink bomb incident. “Oh no now I’m in trouble.” It was only meant to be a practical joke. I didn’t mean for the head master to be embarrassed in front of the entire staff. However it was his own fault for sitting on it. How was I supposed to know that his big ass would burst the bomb?
As I walked towards the office I saw the receptionist looking at me in surprise because of my straight A’s, she didn’t expect to see me. When I walked into the office I saw the head master sitting behind his very messy desk. Could have been the summer reports or something, who knows.
He slowly removed his glasses and spoke. “Sara there some people in the conference room who would like to talk with you.” I nodded sheepishly. Then he continued “If you’ll be so kind as to follow me please.” He stood up and led me towards the conference room where I saw two strange looking people, a man and a woman. All the while I was wondering what this could possibly be about? They both scrutinized me and thanked the headmaster and indicated him to leave.
The man spoke first he introduced himself as a Mr Benson and then the woman said “And I am Mrs Benson we are so pleased to meet you Sara” All I could reply was “Err hi”.
Mr Benson leaned across the table and whispered something that sounded like “trust me” my eyes widened as he pulled a gun from his left jacket pocket I felt the need to scream but I had no control over my mouth it was as if my brain had been disconnected from my body. With a soft click I saw that he had twisted a silencer on the nose of the gun, and in a split second the gun fired, and a sort of dart was shot into the right side of my neck. Then I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

Jason

I dreamed once again of that girl, the girl I dream of every night her beauty astounds me, and every night it is the same dream that leaves me speechless and craves to see her once again. I see her standing in front of me and I welcome her and offer her to take my hand. Her chocolate brown eyes dazzled me and I saw her hesitate in front of me. Then she accepted my invitation and smiled. She looked like she had just received the most wonderful news of her life instead of being the idol and centre of my existence.
As soon as I took her hand felt a draw to her face and then I took hold of the back of her neck and tilted it upwards, leaned my face down to hers and kissed her softly but passionately. Before I pulled my face away to look at her I felt a light tremble run down my spine, as I watched the blood pooled in her cheeks shading them scarlet. She smiled at me for a moment but then as last night I murmured the parting words.
Though I was so negligent, it was not my choice I had no control over this vital part of my heavenly dream. Even though this was my own subconscious paradise I was the one who had to end it every night.
I woke again to a sharp pain coursing from my finger tips to my wrist all the doctors said was “Give it some time to heal. These types’ cracks and breakings are so hard to avoid, especially with the growing boys, I think I see at least three every week.” You know somehow that did not help one bit. But the three weeks off from school did. It meant lazing all day with nothing to do but kill the time, and “HEAL” as mom says it so that I can get back to school as soon as possible.
My left hand was completely crushed when I launched off my bike flying strait into an open dumpster. After trying to protect my face I could feel something as wrong but then the worst thing happened. As I tried to lift myself out of the smelly rubbish and the bin lid came whistling through the air and crushed the reminder of the bones still intact in the left hand. Remembering the pain still made me flinch.
You know the strange thing is that if I try to dream the dream I crave during the day I never do. Just once in a while at any time of the day I see these flashes, but only flashes of the best bits which was fine by me. But I do wonder why that is...why only sometimes do I get to see her?
My hand was casted and whenever I twitched my fingers it hurt, so I tried to refrain from using the bad hand.
My mom Clair came into my room this morning and stated that I was living like a pig in the sty of my bed room, so I decided to clean it in the hope that mom would finally stop hampering me to keep the place neat and tidy, come on I am a boy after all right...I’m not expected to do this sort of stuff am I?
Any way I opened the window on the west wall of my room to let some fresh air circulate the interior of my filthy room. I started to pick up the dirty clothes slung across my floor, to get them in the wash before I run out of clean clothes completely. I had the strangest feeling I was being watched and spun round to face the open window. There perched in a tree was a beautiful white dove it looked at me for a second and then I saw a dart come flying from its open mouth, the aim was so precise it shot strait to the skin of my throat and there it stayed injecting the contents of the vile strait into my blood stream. I collapsed on to the floor and not even the face of my dream girl could help laminate the darkness that surrounded me.

Sara

I did not have the same dream this time instead it was just all black, I was lost, trapped in my own subconscious horror. There was no point of light, no hope, No chance and I had no choice. I needed my voice but it was not there. I needed my hands to claw out of this trance but they felt disconnected. I was alone, afraid and everything felt hopeless.
With a sudden jolt I was woken from this endless vision of terror. I woke to realise I was moving not walking or running but I was in some sort of comfortable van it was too dark for me to make sense of my surroundings. All I knew was that I was not in pain or uncomforted the two things you would associate with kidnap.
The only pain I felt was from the abnormal wound I had in my left hand that had never accoutred. The Doctor assured me that there was nothing wrong with the hand but at any random moment or if I moved one of my fingers a sharp pain would flow like a tumbling river of razor sharp knives form the tips of my fingers through to my wrist. My mother had been in near hysterics when I came home with a hand the size of foot ball, she rushed me to the hospital, there I had an x-ray to check if all my bones were intact but, there seemed to be no breaks so they tested for any infections, but I came up all clear for anything that could cause swelling and such immense pain. The doctors ended up wrapping my hand up in a cast and giving my some medication to help with the pain.
But now that I have regained consciousness I have to find out where I am and where I’m going. Only then did I notice that I was not alone there was someone with me. I couldn’t tell for sure if it was a boy or a girl it was too dark in this confined, enclosed place. Then there was bright light and I saw another figure. He was sitting upright in an old looking fabric chair and his expression was one of anxiety and fear not like any other kidnaper would look but like someone who you should know would look when they are worried for your safety and wellbeing.
I could now see that the person next to me was a boy he had his back to me and looked like he was asleep no drought also kidnapped ad shot on the neck buy that dart that kept me in a fearful dream like prison I just wondered what he could be enduring in his forced subconscious.
The man in the chair had his intent gaze locked on me and I watched as his expression changed into something more happy and welcoming.
As soft as a whisper he greeted me “good morning Sara I hope you are not to scared, I would like to introduce myself; I am Mr Cornelius Harvard. I know that this is very disorienting but I assure you that you are quite safe and no harm will come to you.” My eyes widened in shock but instead of feeling fear I felt reassured, although I was only able to nod at his attempt of comfort.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the boy move and it looked to me that he was waking up, and I wondered if he would feel the same relief I felt when I was jostled and woken up glad to be free of the torturing vision of my personal hell.
I saw the man in the chair known as Mr Cornelius stretch out his hand and flick the switch on the lamp that provided the only light in this small enclosed room, and all was dark once again.

Jason

All that was going through my head was a rerun of the morning’s events. I saw again the dove perched on the branch and I was wondering what I could have done to prevent this series of unfortunate events from accoutring. But then there was the dark, lonely confined, and that’s what scares me the most being trapped to wonder hopelessly through nothing and going nowhere.
I opened my eyes and saw nothing I tried to listen but heard nothing. I could easily identify that I was not where I was supposed to be. I was kidnapped but strangely I was in comfort. Then there was a bright light and I saw a man sitting in a fabric chair with his hand extended towards a small table lamp that had provided some hope to the dark horror I was surrounded in.
He introduced himself as Mr Cornelius Harvard and he slowly explained what had happened.
“I know you must be feeling very confused and that everything around you is extremely disorienting, but I assure you that you are safe from harm. Myself and my team are members of a secret society who protect special children like you and others, formally we are known as the Destiny Runner Protection Agency. The DRPA for short. And you and your partner are the most special of all.”
I sat there in wonder with my mouth hanging open and all I was thinking was “Oh man I’ve entered loony vile” only then did I realise that there was someone else there with me. That I was not alone in this figment of my subconscious because this had to be a dream I mean how can any of this be real.
I turned around slowly and saw the face that proved I was crazy. I saw her, the one I’ve been dreaming of for the past two months, the one who made my heart skip a beat and the one who only existed in my most perfect of dreams.

Sara

We just sat there and stared at each other for an infinite second just looking at one another, totally and completely content to just sit here and do nothing but admire the pure perfection and beauty of the other. I was so afraid to touch the perfect skin of his cheek that was just arms lengths away or less. But the passion and desire was there the urge to touch him was too much to bare.
Over my fear and better judgement I extended my hand and as our skin touched there was an electric current that shot through my body, it reacted in every nerve from my head to the tips of my toes and still, the desire did not fade it just intensified. One minute we were just sitting there and the next second we were in each other’s arms and once again we replayed the wondrous actions I had only dreamed about, but this was so much better this action was real and so good but the best part was that this did not have to end by the coming of the new dawn this could last for as long as we wanted it to.
Although this behaviour was also not suitable for polite company and there was someone else here with us and I don’t think he was enjoying this as much as we were. We both broke off from the kiss and we were both panting with the excitement of our brief interaction. We sat there once again but this time we had our hands intertwined together, as we waited for Cornelius to continue.
He explained that the dream was the same for both of us because we were destined to be together, that there was a higher cause some were out there in the world that decided what would happen to people of this earth with special and powerful gifts. “Whoa hold on what do you mean be special gifts?” I heard the boy say as we both took in the load of information this stranger had just dropped on us. Cornelius looked at us like we were missing something so simple the answer should just pop up from thin air.
“Do you two really know nothing about who you are?” He shook his head back and forth and then said follow me please. Then there was bright white light shining next to us and once our eyes adjusted we saw where we were. To me it looked like a loading dock and there were loads of people walking about some carrying things and others with clipboards, and as soon as we came into sight it seemed that everything in the room had stopped like they were frozen in time. I then started to feel very self conscious and I tried to smooth the horrible mess that was my hair because after all I had been asleep for heaven knows how long, and it has been a while since I’ve had time to freshen up and clean myself but this thought did not do one thing to help lift the uncomfortable feeling.
Cornelius raised his hands and politely asked everyone to go about their business once again. But behind the polite tone of his voice I noticed the essence of authority ad command, but only a fraction of my attention was focused on him all the rest was on the beautiful imitation of perfection that stood next to me just gazing into my bewildered eyes. But he looked like I felt and I wondered what and why this was and why when I looked at him or touched him I felt like I was not alone in my head. We walked together with our hands intertwined through the now moving crowed, and as we walked I saw some people stop and gaze after us but I paid no attention to them simply because I had none to spare.
Cornelius led us in to what looked like an office. There was a mahogany desk with a big leather chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front, almost diagonally facing each other, in the corner behind the door was a love seat couch and a small coffee table with out of date magazines. The walls were lined with a maroon fabric at the top and beautiful solid oak at the bottom. There were exotic pot plants scattered around the room and the flours that bloomed upon the plants had the most wonderful fragrance, it was so fresh and clean there seemed to be no pencil out of place anywhere. It was now clear who ran this organisation.
He offered us to take a seat and he then explained the rest of this bewildering story of our destinies. As he started talking he folded his hands under his chin and looked very serious. “You two are very special children; you hold the power of the elements within yourselves, and are destined to be together. We have been monitoring the brain wavelength you send off while you sleep and it seems you two are not only bonded by fate but also by mind” I couldn’t tell what my expression was but I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment. “We have never seen a case quite as unique as yours. And we can’t tell you what an honour it is to have you here, but this life is not something you can run away from, although we do not intend to keep you here against your will so if you wish to leave there is nobody here that will stop you, but I do implore you to choose wisely for there are people out there who would do anything to gain control of the power that you two posses. I will leave you two to ponder this and to decide what you want to do, so just come through that door once you’ve made up your minds.” He pointed to a small door on the right hand side of the room but as he got up out of his chair I suddenly remembered something vital I had forgotten to ask. “Excuse me?” Both he and I asked at the same time it was rather strange but just like the gentlemen he was he allowed me to ask first, “Excuse me but what about our family? I’m sure my mom must be throwing a fit that I have not returned home yet.” Cornelius just smiled a genuine smile and answered my question; quite confidently I might add “Oh they’ve known about everything from the very beginning so don’t worry about them.”
Then I noticed that the boy was staring at me as if I had taken the words right from the tip of his tong. Then we were alone, and as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes I wondered if he felt the same love I felt for him. Suddenly in my head I heard his sweet voice answering my unspoken thought. He then looked just as surprised as I was because it seemed we could communicate through telekinetic brain waves.
“Is this really possible?” He asked in an astonished tone. His eyes portrayed the same amount of shock I felt.
“So we talk in our head right, well then tell me what am I thinking of right now.” In my mind I pictured the dream but only the best bits. A soft smile spread across his face and it was the most breath taking sight I’ve ever seen.
“Well I think I can show you better than I can tell you”
Then in one sweet movement he locked his hand around my neck and swiftly pulled my face towards his and kissed me with the exact amount of passion as was in the dream we both shared and cherished. In all the commotion of having all this information thrusted onto us we completely forgot about our introductions. “My name is Jason by the way...so what’s your name?” I smiled around his lips at the fact that he just asked the very question that popped in to me head. “My name is Sara.”
Once we had finished our little embrace that had left us both panting we headed for the door, it creaked open and we walked through it hand in hand and explained our intentions to Cornelius, he was absolutely thrilled to hear our decision. He then showed some the of the most important rooms in this institution mostly the ones we would be visiting often, for example there was the dining hall, the training simulation theatre, the n the power training room, this was where we learned to enhance and control our powers, we walked passed one room in particular that caught both our eye, and when we stopped to look Cornelius indicated that this was the school.
So typical inside a secret organisation for the protection of special children there was an education centre. Last but by far not least was our bedrooms. We had to be separated because of their morals and they also believed we should not be together in the same room. So much to our disappointment we were shown to our separate rooms. We each had a dorm partner who we had to share the room with. The girl I was partnered with was named Anna she astounded me with her power. She was very protective over her territory and as I stepped into her room I suddenly felt myself being lifted by some invisible force until I was hovering up against the ceiling.
Cornelius interrupted her gaze and I very nearly fell flat on the floor but luckily Anna understood who I was and saved my face from weeks of painful broses. She then felt the need to apologise to me one hundred times before she could feel any better about herself, and time and time again I told her it was not her fault and I had forgiven her for nearly creating a pancake out of me. She also said there was a way for her to make up for it, then she grabbed my casted hand and there was a sharp pain and I could feel the swelling decrease. She had the extra gift of healing any wounds. “Wow thank you and by the way you are forgiven.”
“Jason how’s your hand because my roommate managed to fix it with her gift, did it work on you too or not?”
I have no idea what happened to Jason but I am just about to find out.

Jason

When I walked into the bedroom I was assigned to I noticed that there was someone else here. He looked at me got up out of his chair and walked over towards me, and then he extended his hand and we had our greeting and a small introduction. He pointed out where I could find my bed and explained some if the dorm room rules. “Here’s a list if you know your rules you’ll be fine they are like you survival guide to this place.” He handed me a wrinkled piece of paper, it looked stained and like it has been at the bottom of a bag or something. It had on it a list of rules and regulations.
Most of them where normal and everyday rules but there were three more important than the others like:
You are never to use your powers against a fellow student without cause.
Ever power and the student is special and nobody deserves to be discriminated
For what they can or can’t do.
Use your gifts for good and not the revenge and hatred of evil.
As I stood there and read there three main rules my roommate now known as Alex started talking to me about the real danger, the one who is trying to get inside the institution and reclaim hi powers, the one they call Vixen. “But who is Vixen?” I asked with the expression of pure curiosity that seemed to swarm over my face. “Well we know that he and Cornelius are brothers twin brothers to be exact, and in an attack on the institute something terrible happened and all Vixen’s powers flowed into Cornelius, he was unstoppable, and he became a killing machine because he lost control of his gift. Basically their powers where separated between the two twins at birth because there was too much power for only the one to control.”
He sighed and then continued “Once they both had recovered; being only 17 years old it was hard for them to cope with the dramatic changes to their lives now. So anyway we found a way to channel the power through the body and extract the right amount for Vixen but he had other ideas, he claimed that his brother was too weak to posses the power they had to share so he tried to sabotage the experiment the professor saw what he had done and they refused to continue. Vixen was furious and ran away vowing that he would return to claim what was in his eyes rightfully his.”
While I listened to the story I could feel the expression on my face change a dozen times. He then continued with the intriguing story, “the professor managed to filter Vixens half of the power into a bottle that I kept locked up safe in the vault and it will stay there never to be taken by anyone. And that is why you will not see Cornelius use his gift unless there are dire circumstances. He feels responsible for what had happened and can never get over it.”
“Wow that is so sad but what was his power exactly?” He leaned in closer and whispered “We don’t know for sure but some say that he started shooting things from his eyes, and that he could get people to kill themselves by touching them and that he healed when hurt.”
After our discussion the bell for dinner rang and I met up with Sara and as we sat down to our meal I shared with her the details of my recent conversation.

Sara

We sat there and ate our dinner and he told me the story, after our meal we had some free time and I really needed to freshen up so I excused myself from the table and found my way to the bedroom. I picked up my toiletries and headed to the bath room. It was so lucky that mom and dad where so prepared for this to happen found out that since I started with the dreams they had a bag packed for me filled with clothes, toiletries and all types of things I would need for my leaving, they also called Cornelius to tell him where to find the suitcase filled to the brim with the necessary utensils.
So as I got into the shower I tried very hard not to think of what I was doing because now I knew that I was not alone in the confines of my mind. As I washed I really enjoyed the warm water heating my skin, it was relaxing and calming but it did not last very long because I was worried I would use all the hot water and be pan caked up against the roof again. As I stepped out of the shower I grabbed my towel and dried my body before slipping into the pink satin silk dress mom packed for me. I reached for my dressing gown and left the bathroom. I walked over to my designated area of the room and started the mind conversation with my ‘Boyfriend’.
“I’m disappointed I usually get a good view.”He said sadly. I did not feel sorry for him because that was an invasion of my privacy.
“Well then I’m glad I did not think of what I was doing really when I’m in the shower or in the bath please keep out!” I was really not happy about him seeing me on a regular basis.
“Well it’s passed eight so we had better get some rest because training starts tomorrow.” I pointed out before he had time to answer.
“Ok then but don’t forget to dream about me tonight and maybe this time we can make it last longer right.” I shook my head and replied “Well then you don’t end it this time.”
“Goodnight” I heard him say in a whisper and so we both drifted asleep resting in preparation for the next day in our strange and mysterious new lives.

The morning alarm bell rang at 7:30 and we all made our way to the dining hall for lush’s breakfast. We sat down together and had a silent conversation in the confines of our minds. We were just discussing what to expect for our first training session. But no amount of imagination could have prepared us for what was awaiting us nit he training room.
As we got informed on the rules of the training room we changed in to more comfortable attire for learning how to control our gifts. We walked into the power room and on a table I saw a lit candle, a pot plant and a glass of water. I stared at these objects I wonder and then remembered what Cornelius had said, “You two have the power to control the elements and that is a very rare gift.” Then suddenly a man walked into the room and introduced himself as Mr Howard and he was in charge of training us to use and control our powers. I was wondering how he was going to help us both at the same time. Then he revealed to us his cool gift.
Slowly he stepped aside but his body stayed in the original position. His power was to multiply. So now we both had our own teacher to help us succeed in our quest for control of our gifts. He instructed me to try to control the plant to grow. I concentrated very hard and extended my hand towards the plant I my mind I instructed it to grow, but nothing happened. So the earth power was out of the question for me. I saw Jason have a go at the plant and one minuet the plant was green and the next there were delicious fruit growing all over the plant. And then the roots of the plant became vines and shaped into three words. “Luv U Sara”. I felt tears welling up in my eyes and as I stretched my hand towards him the water in the glass rose up to create a spiral and then formed a heart levitating in the air. I froze in place and so did the heart it was now an ice sculpture and in the middle I carved his name.
Mr Howard was very impressed by our progress and concluded that our bond helped us to control and use the mystical gifts we possessed. Then there was a gush of wind that filled the room Jason had his other extended upwards, and then in the wind light as whisper I heard him say my name. So now we knew that he could control earth and air, which means I have the power of water and fire right?
Well I tried to get the fire to bend to my will. But it would seem you need the right emotion to control the right element and over the course of our sessions I could not harness the right amount of anger to control the power of fire boiling deep within me. We had weeks and weeks of training and the only progress I made was to light a candle. With the water on the other hand it was almost too easy to control. We kept working together and every day we did better than before.
They said that my fire could be used as a great weapon if I could learn to gain enough anger and will to ignite the fumes that are just lingering inside me. Then it happened but only for a moment, I saw someone coming at Jason with a knife and all my sight turned red as I shot a ray of scorching fire from the palms of my hands. It was just pure luck that the boy with the knife was a barrier and could withstand my attack because if he wasn’t all that would be left of he would be a pile of black bones. We later found out that one of his friends was an illusionist and had just conjured up the deadly weapon I had seen.
So now we knew the secret of my fire, it was ignited by any threat of danger to me and Jason and the trainers now used that to enhance my ability to control the gift. But it would only come when there was real danger. They tried many different situations where I was worried for our safety and I was doing so well, but they said I could do so much better if was able to channel my anger and create pure fire and power.
But what happened then was so strange, so new and unnerving; nobody not even the best visionary in the world could have prepared us for the coming of... Vixen....
He only one thing on his mind...Revenge... but now he was on a mission to not only gain the power he was denied but to acquire the power of his brother’s greatest weapon...US! Using his newly found gift for steeling the talents of others he found our secret location, and managed to use the stolen ability of camouflage to sneak in undetected. I know I went to bed thinking about the one true love of my life, and then was woke up by an ear piercing screech that eventually knocked the consciousness from my mind; as a fell into an unending pit of darkness.
I felt a cool breeze swirl on my face lightly caressing my lifeless cheek. As I lay there unmoving I was not able to think of anything but the person I was sworn to protect and loved unconditionally. He was there in my thoughts, and same as I was wondering what had happened and once again I saw and heard the final moments of our time in the institution. I felt so helpless but the raging fire that burned deep within me was just looking for a reason to escape its prison; that was my body, as I awoke I instinctively let my eyes shoot across the room, analysing every detail and also looking for a safe escape for us both. I caught a glimpse of our captor and knew at once that it was Cornelius’ evil twin brother Vixen. I felt Jason make the same assumption in the safe enclosure of our minds.
Vixen looked up at us from the chair he sat in and smiled, not a smile but a smirk, a smirk if victory and revenge. This small action made me feel sick to my core, and I could feel the fire beginning to burn to the surface but I tried to control my emotions so not to endanger Jason by an unintentional laps of my shaky self control. Vixen got up and staked towards us, circling us, and as he moved I got a better view of his features, the physical appearance was the same as Cornelius but Vixen carried with him a horrible scar, that expanded from the roots of his hair to the bottom of his chin. This face was disfigured and menacing, but from a distance you would feel compassionate and sorry for his pain but then you saw the fierce eyes that penetrated deep within your soul, unearthing the hidden horror that kept you up late at nights you would know he had no good intention within his advanced mind.
“You know if you want to blame someone then you just have to think of my ‘DEAR’ brother, he is the one who was too weak to posses the power that should have been mine and was also afraid to admit that. Well anyway he can keep the share that he stole from me locked up in that vault; I will just take his most prised possession instead. Pretty Fair eh?” With the expression of horror permanently embedded into my features and face I realised what he had in store for us.
“Stay behind me Sara” Jason said as he pushed me back shielding me from Vixen’s intent gaze, then I realised he really needed to focus to drain the power and the life essence from us.
“Jason no he’ll hurt you please!” I screamed inside my head but he did not move. The wind then howled and the earth shook under our feet. Using the trees from outside Jason knocked Vixen down and pulled me away to safety, using a branch wrapped tightly and secularly around my arms and waist to prevent me from escape. I screamed in anger for him to let me go because he needed me. I could see that where, I dangled from the branch, Vixen had used his stolen speed and strength to attack Jason and then the invisibility to come at him from all sides. It was killing me to just be stuck here helpless; I had to help him now more than ever.
I reduced myself into a pool of water and once back on my feet shot the water out from my palms. With the force of ten tons. Vixen was knocked back off his feet and flung over the side of the low railing and all we heard was the peeling scream of Vixen plummeting to his doom.
With relief I turned to face Jason and we looked into each other’s eyes and embraced only for a short while before we were disturbed by a panicky banging on a door not far from his position. He spun round and walked the two strides needed to reach the door and as I heard the lock click I caught a glimpse of a small sharp dagger oozing through the air and in the same instant the dagger made contact with his skin it pierced his heart.
“NO!” I wailed in horror and I finally let free the scorching fire that boiled out of me with my ear piercing screech of shock, disbelief, hatred and revenge. With all my might I aimed the pure scorching fury and rage at the vile villain (who wore a smug smile of victory on his pleased face) who has hurt my beloved Jason. We all now heard his painful screams as the fires of my anger burned his body and vanquished his soul and all that was left of the murdering Vixen where blacked charred bones, that lay in a pile for the fragment of a second before combusting into dust and carried away by the wind.
I stood frozen in place as the realisation hit me, I was the source of Vixens demise and yet, I now felt alone. Empty and most of all...Horrified....
After the haze of anger had left my system I heard a tortured cry as I saw my one true love lying in a pool of his blood seeping out of a wound that I now felt, that was not there.
“NO! NO! NO! Please NO! Not Jason! Please quick someone help him!” I lifted his limp body into my arms and cradled him there wailing. As he looked at me I saw his eyes flutter and I cried once more. “Please Jason you stay with me don’t leave me PLEASE!” as soft as a whisper he said “Don’t forget I love you” and with his dying breath he proclaimed that he loved me. And slowly he slipped away leaving me here to cope with this terrible loss.
As I sat there with the corpse of my loved one, I could feel the meaning of life leave my body just as Jason had not two minutes ago. With a shacking hand I reached for the knife that had stolen him from me. I only had one intention and that was to end this agony. But two pairs of arms restrained me I screamed, thrashed and I cried his name. The anger and pure desire to end the pain prevented me from turning around and gazing at the two people who were stopping me from fulfilling my wish the ones who had betrayed me, and also from murdering them with the heat that I now felt pulsing through my empty core. But then I saw him, Cornelius walking towards the body of my Jason, there he stood, and in a soft voice told me the truth about his gift.
“Redemption young Sara is the gift I posses I am able to give a new live and I am able to end life. But for a life to start another must end. I want you to know I do this because I know that you two will follow in my foot steps and continue the work that I started. Please help me finally rest my soul and be at peace with my decisions... Come child give him new life and prosper together.” There was beautiful flash of radiant light and a wind that gushed through each of us, I looked around dazed and confused but then it was all over, the light had gone and he looked at me once more “remember” he whispered “Prosper” and the great and wise Cornelius laid his head down and died finally at peace with himself.

Then I felt a warm hand caress my pale cheek and I felt the life force return to me as I once again gazed on the one true love of my existence... Jason lived.

Here lies the remains of Cornelius Harvard
A loving father to all of us his student.
He has left us with saddened hearts but also with hope and
A legacy to believe in he fought to the end for justice and the belief in what is Wright so cherish his memory always and never sounder his good name and remember he will always be there with us guiding us when we need guidance and helping us choose the right path. But we will see him one day so live life the way he would have liked you to.
May his torch always burn bright within our hearts.

The end