I lower back down to the ground, steading my hands on the carpet. It's ruff and both scratches and tickle my hands at the same time. An electric pulse surges through my hands and up my arm. Sending every nerve in my body to high alert. Not that I need more, but this connection to the floor feels like its almost impowering me. Making me stronger. Feeding my body something it's been hungry for, for years.
Computer cords tick along the side tin wall of the table with every tud I hear in the distance. And It is in the distance, i realize. Whatever was happening to the kids on the next row, or just in the room in general. Somehow, I was too far for it to reach me. I was beyond this moment, beyond the fear and panic that curls in my blood. The only thing that can reach me, is the steady "Raynee" taping along with the computer cords.
I don't stay long in this state, Blondie snaps me back into the room when she grabs my hand.
The terror in her voice takes over the echoes in my mind. "Oh my God.." she closes her eyes around the tears. "We're going to die." I squeeze her hand "No we're not." I say as softly as I can.
My body dose a quick survey of the room. Every student in the room is either hiding or unconscious. I'm not sure how I know, but no one in this room is dead. I feel each and every heartbeat as if they're beating together in a band. I feel the air pulse inside my bones and I just know, we're all still breathing. For now at least, we're all alive.
Zailer comes into my view through the cracks of the tables. He moves away from the door. Throwing his hand in the air just enough to send wind colliding against, computers, tables, chairs, anything. The kids that are hiding, scramble to another place to hide. If they're not fast enough, Zailor throws them across the room with a flip of his finger.
If I could only get out of the room. I could lead him away from them. I could save them. He doesn't want these kids. He wants me. He wants this star. But fear creeps slowly back in. Making my lungs hyperventilate before I can stop them. I lay my head down on the carpet trying to focus on breathing as my mind flips and flips on different ways to stay alive.
At this view, I can see the football player that sat in front of me. His legs are tucked under him and he leans on this fingertips. Taking deep breaths of courage. His eyes contact with mine.
I know what he's going to do. He's going to try and be a hero. Why is it always the jock who thinks he's invincible? I shake my head at him with the best crazy eyes I can do. But it's like he can't truly see me. He looks straight through me and the jock. The stupid, idiotic wannabe hero. Stands and faces Zailor. His arm stretch out as if he's approaching a wild bear.
"Look man. I don't know what you want. But your like scaring everyone."
Nice. I think. He's a freaken poet too.
With a flip of Zailor's hand, the kid shoots into the air and hangs there. He kicks his legs searching for the land. Grabing at his neck for an invisible rope that's tied around him. I hear him gag, and thrash. Wanting to scream or say something, but unable to get past whatever is holding him there.
"I'll kill him" the voice says in my mind. "Come out or he's dead."
I don't know how to explain what happens next. It's almost like the pulse of the air inside me, rips through my body and pushes me up. I can no longer grip the carpet and I fly to my knees. I have a slight sensation of Blondie grabbing my arm. "What are you doing?"
My mind repeats her question. You don't know him. You don't care about him. But my body does care if he lives or dieds. I pull away from her grasp too fast for her to react and take my stand in front of Zailor.
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