„It's so hot"
„I'm burning"
„I AM BURNING"
„Help, someone help me!"
„PLEASE"
„I BEG YOU"
„I didn't want to do it…!"
Where's my knife?
Where are my clothes?
I looked at my wretched state.
My bloody hands, shredded clothes I tried to throw off my body.
I just killed someone.
I didn't want to do it.
I loved her.
Is she really dead.
She deserved it.
Thinking she can leave me alone and treat me like that.
Who does she think she is.
Pathetic whore.
But my knife, it's gone.
And where am I?
Ezra looked around.
He was in the forest.
Gradually, my vision blurred again.
I found myself back at home.
In my small tidy room.
The house was in chaos yet again.
Screaming, crying and slamming.
My vision blurred again.
…
I found myself on top of Bennet, in the midst of punching his already bloody miserable face.
We were outside on the street just outside our house.
Now I remember.
He just asked me why I'm freaking over a damn girl.
This is the question I'm asking myself too?
Did I even love her?
Did she even love me?
Clearly not.
I saw her true color ahead of time.
Imagine if I kissed her or did even more with her?
Dirtying my body, marking my soul with stench.
I felt my head turning foggy once again, surroundings shifting.
Then utter, silent blackness.
I was hovering upwards, ascending towards the light atop this dark place.
Even a candle would be as bright as the sun in this place.
And when I woke up the next time, I was in school.
And everyone, every single one talked about one specific topic.
The mysterious death of James Smithery and…
Chloe in Coma?
I thought I killed her?
So I didn't?
I smiled excitedly.
So I'm not a murderer!
I'm just a hero who killed off a disgusting boy who forced my girlfriend into this Fassade.
She loves me.
I know that.
I was walking through the Corridor of my school.
So next class is going to be English, my other advanced subject.
I want to earn lots of money, so I can help my mom.
Economy and English.
I want to become an analyst for a big company.
Maybe work hand in hand with heroes?
Heroes.
Rage filled me once again and I blacked off again.
What is going on?
Am I being manipulated.
Is someone trying to kidnap me?
No. Of course not, idiot.
What does it wanna show me?
In this dark place, I ascended till the surroundings changed.
The surrounding dark turned into a city, a metropolis.
It looks exactly like Northdale.
And in the far off I can discern the Northdale Hero Academy.
I rised ane rised till I was overlooking the whole city.
And I don't know how, but somehow, a newspaper landed right into my face.
At this height? How is it possible.
It must be an illusion.
Nevertheless, I open it and start reading.
And suddenly, my breath halted, my eyes spreading wide in shock.
Brookdale Newspaper.
„Chloe Wither is no longer the prime suspect. She is a victim. Police released their autopsy, James Smithery, mysterious death with no signs of stabbing or punching. He died, because his organs got boiled from the inside out."
Now I remember.
I was climbing on the roof of the Smithery Villa.
I saw Chloe, naked and willingly, stretching out of the window.
I grabbed her neck, silently, and we met eyes.
My hands weren't even trying.
With just a small gesture, I stole her air and she fell as if she were an ant.
And behind her, James looked lustily after her.
Ignoring me.
I felt so much hatred. So much pain.
So much fear.
My knife fell after what I did.
Then, as if hating my own actions, my body instinctively acted on its own.
I stretched out my hand and released a burning energy.
My body was lighting up around my chest and neck, then it spread to my hand.
And with just a small portion of that power, of that feeling and sensation of standing above everything.
I killed him.
I killed him.
I murdered him brutally.
But quick, sudden, with no pain.
Then I just turned around and fled.
My head felt foggy. My heart shattered.
But I became something new. Someone new.
I became one of them.
Now I stand above others. At the top of humanity.
I became a hero.
„The police found another suspect. A knife had been found at the Smithery Household.
Fingerprints show that it belonged to Ezra Hall,"
„Motive stays unknown for now, but it's suspected that it's out of revenge that he tried to kill Chloe Wither, and murdered a young boy who was at the peak of his time."
A picture of me below.
Black hair in a middle part, around 180cm tall, 72kg, green brown hazel eyes.
Wearing my usual Trenchcoat, leather shoes and black pants.
Everything's over.
My life is over.
I'm such a fool.
After some time, I regained my calm.
And descended from the air, landing at the ground.
The Timberlake Plaza of Northdale City.
Everything started to morph.
Turn to ashes before my eyes.
Melting the Skyscrapers, creating a river instead of the streets.
After a while, everything turned into ashes and after into the eerie silent dark of before.
Only I am left.
My entire being glowing like the sun itself.
My entire being pulsing with power.
With exhilarating immense power.
And it feels good.
You want to hunt me?
Who do you think you are.
I stand above you all!
…
Back in Brookdale, Emergency Hospital Brookdale.
In room no. 45, floor 5.
A girl with blue short hair lay in the bed, fully consious again.
The police inspectors, 2 middle aged men just left her room.
The final report is done.
…
Rachel Wither and Peter Wither, Chloe's Parents entered the room in distress.
They heard her story out, and even though they are immensely disappointed in their daughter, they stilly worry immensely about her.
Peter's eyes revealed some of his disappointment even though he tried his best suppress it.
Chloe looked away in shame.
In fact, she herself doesn't know what happened.
As if there's a big loss of memory for the past two to three months.
‚Ezra…'
‚I wanted to tell you the night after our fight, I'm sorry… I love you too but, how can I even look you into the eyes?'
‚I deserve to die…' Chloe looked around the room, discerning that there was nothing to end her here and now.
knock knock knock
A rhythmic knocking woke her up from the daydream.
…