"Let him go." My voice rushes out too fast for me to really think about what I'm saying. This is Zailor and I'm standing in front of him. I'm not really thinking about what comes next. I'm just giving into what my body feels, and it feels cold, edgy and almost as light as the air thats beating into my bones.
There's a tug at my jeans, pulling downward and I have a brief moment where I want to dive back underneath the table. I even try. But, my body won't give in, I can't even take my eyes off of Zailor.
"Finely coming out to play?" He smiles, but doesn't let go of the boy. There's an ever so slit twinge of air coming from the boy and I realize Zailor has loosen his grip, just enough to let him breathe.
I take in the room slowly, allowing each peace and person to come into my view. My table is the last standing. The computers are smashed and scattered into peaces. The chairs have made a wall in front of the door I didn't see before. Why hadn't I seen it? The tables, cords, random books and other all out crap are twisted around the room. Forming a maze for kids to hide behind, well the kids that didn't get thrown into a wall and are now unconscious, that is.
I let Zailor study me with his eyes as I carefully listen to the unconscious in the room. There's an electronic shock that pulses from my star through my body down my legs, to my feet, casting and creating a connection between me and all of them.
"I told you." I say carefully. "Let him go."
The girl in the corner has a broken leg. But she's awake trying not to cry or move. The boy closest to her has a gash on his head, right arm and a broken rib. He's breathing but out like light.
"I was hoping you'd show me what you can do." Zailor's voice is cold.
The teacher was blast the hardest. Her brain was knocked around when she hit the wall. She's alive, for now.
"Since your not the Raynee I used to know."
As the electric pulse leaves my feet, it glide up and down their bodies checking for wounds. As long as that body part touches the ground, the pulse can find it. There are four more students unconscious scattered along the floor. But just like the wind from their breath, the pulse tells me they're alive.
I let my voice match his tone. "Well, since my name is Jazlyn Love, I've already shown you what I can do."
I really should take a moment and analyze why and how I can even talk at the moment. But the only real desire I have is getting these kids out of here. To keep them safe. - All of them without being hurt.
Zailor comes back into view, at least I think its my view. He's a little blurry and there is a touch of blue that bounces around him. I focus on the color, realizing its not just around him. But it reaches from his hand that's stretched out and connects to the dangling boy. That's the way he's doing it. He's not pushing air to the kids, he's throwing the color.
My eyebrows form a line, when I think just how stupid that sounds, but, I can't think of anything else.
Unsure of what to do next. I give into the next feeling my body reacts to and guide myself to the last standing table. My table with a bloode hiding underneath it and sit on top of it, crossing my legs.
Zailor's eyes go wide. Looking from me to the table he didn't see until now.
"Nice trick."
I hadn't realized he didn't seen it before now. Somehow my hideaway was really hiden. That's why didn't see the chair wall and why Blondie and I weren't thrown around like rag dalls. We were hiden, safe and I just revealed Blondie. Crap!
Zailor releases the jock with a flip of his hand and squeezes the color around me. The air inside of me is sucked out, instant pain beats inside my head and suddenly, every light, energy and essence of who I am. Is gone.
The hero jock scurries to safety, as my body is lifted into the air, slowly moving closer and closer to Zailor.
"Why are you Raynee?" Zailor says slowly. "Why are you protecting these things?"
His eyes look deeply into my soul. I feel it, pushing and priding inside. As if he has every right to that space in me. I struggle and imagine pushing back. No not pushing, throwing him backwards.
He takes a small step back and I'm instantly accelerated with power.
I did that. I think. I made him move.
I reach up to the color that's squeezing me and push back. Zailor is screaming. No I'm screaming, we're both screaming. The pain is deep inside, thrashing and ripping apart. I can't really tell where it's coming from, or which part of me is in agony. I just know, I don't want to feel it anymore.
The classroom begins to shack and twist and just when i think i can't take it any more. The brick wall behind us crashes open and Jayden stands there with his hands stretched out.
"Run" Jayden says to no one in particular. But the students don't wait for confirmation, the ones closes to the opening run and vanish behide the halls. There's screaming, but I can't tell from where. My ears are still drowned out by my own voice.
There's a new tug around me. Like a swift wip circling the middle of my body. I'm tugged backwards and I realize if I don't let go of Zailor's color, I'll hang here. The instant I let go. Zailor's color releases it's hold and I'm swung bavkwards into Jayden's arms.
Jayden turns me around, putting his body between me and Zailor. The energy that escaped me before, returns in full force.
"Run." He says.
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