Untitled Series

So I decided to start writing a series for the summer. Sort of Action/Fantasy/Adventure type. My goal is to get out a new piece every Tuesday (but I wont make any promises!). Its untitled so far. But here ya go! 

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 Ep.1: Self Defeating.

The day was unusual. It was bright and the sun was beaming down on our foreheads. Sweat beads started to form on our hair lines. We aint care. We came to do a job and dammit it would get done. I crouched down and began to twirl my fingers around in the dirt between my feet.

I’m going to kill her. She gotta die.

Thoughts running through my mind faster than Hussein Bolt. He patted my shoulder to make sure I was still focused.

Don’t get distracted.

His eyes were intense as his gaze pierced mine. Without moving his lips I felt his thoughts.

Don’t let the rage carry you away. Remember what you came for.

I looked away. His gaze too mesmerizing. Hypnotizing almost.

Ok.

We remained silent. Waiting. Nothing moved around us. It was as if nature herself was standing still waiting on our target. Anticipating the kill almost as much as me.

Something moved.

I flopped onto my belly and stared in the direction of the movement. He looked me in my eyes.

Let your spirit guide you to the kill. If it is not the spirit that leads you…you cant be resurrected.

I was annoyed. I knew this already.

I sense your anger growing…don’t-

He was talking again. I couldn’t take it. Calling myself an impatient hothead would be a little too generous. I leapt out for the kill. My target was not taken off guard but whirled around and smiled as if she was excited to see me. Anticipating my arrival just as much as I was anticipating hers.

GET BACK. SHE WILL KILL YOU. YOU LET THE ANGER LEAD!

He was yelling at me now. His thoughts forced into my head and became louder than my own. My heart was started to pound. I could feel my spirit whirling around in me as if it was trying to separate itself from my body. I threw a punch. She caught it. My arm was twisted into an awkwardly painful position. I looked her in the eyes and my own begin to well up with tears of pain. I heard him rising from the bushes. He was chanting. He was able to use his mouth in this realm. I was not yet that advanced.

I told you let your spirit lead, Angela.

His eyes were dark. Completely black with no whites showing. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth to let out a silent scream. She began laughing.

Angela…did you really think you could kill me? I CONTROL YOU GIRL. I am you after all…

She was right. She was me. A part of me that needed to die. I was the only one who could kill her completely. All others could only subdue her. I closed my eyes momentarily and accepted defeat. He moved out of the bushes followed by a flash of light. I could feel her becoming nervous. We were connected. But no fear ran through her heart. Mine was overflowing with fear. He disappeared from our sight then reappeared in front of us. Panic is what we felt. She let me go. I collapsed to the floor and scurried to get the hell out of the way. She attempted to run back from whence she came…he was too quick.

            His mouth moved but I couldn’t hear in this realm. His hand stiff, his fingers close together and straight he jabbed forward landing a solid blow to her chest. Her heart. Our heart. Original home of our consciousness. His straightened fingers looked as if they were penetrating her chest; trying to grab our heart like a fatality move. We began to breathe heavily. She stumbled backwards moving her mouth shouting words I couldn’t hear. He turned away and calmly walked toward me grimacing.

You have a lot to learn, Angie.

I dropped my head. Eyebrows furrowed. Face twisted. I felt weak. I looked up to see him hovering over me.

Its Angela. I hate that name, Angie.

He laughed at me. This pissed me off even more.

Lets get out of here before she comes back…Angie.

Tears were burning my eyes and the lump in my throat threatened to choke me. I thought I had her this time. I wanted to prove him wrong. He placed his large, coal colored hand on my shoulder. A blinding white light filled my vision followed by complete darkness. He was taking me back. I could here his voice.

Angie…your spirit and nothing else must led you. You must elevate your spirit. You are not ready. Sorry.