I almost closed the door right back on her face, she has never been here before, and for a good reason, how did she know my address?
She stared at me like I was an alien, I suddenly remembered that she saw me in a critical condition just yesterday.
"Why..... How.. are you walking, you aren't meant to be walking or moving about..."She was stuttering and flailing her arms while pointing to my side.
"Well Hello to you too" I said smiling, I had to sell the casual act the best way I could, but from the look on her face she didn't buy it.
I opened the door for her to walk in, sweat started to form on my face and my heart was beating hard in my chest. I had to get an explanation and fast.
Turning after closing the door, our eyes met but I dodged her stare leading her to a seat at the table.
I had to say something, I stared at the juice on the table. "I'll get you something to drink" I finally said, She didn't reply.
The second I got into the kitchen and out of her sight I let my panic show, I dabbed the sweat off my face with a tissue on the fridge near the entrance.
Taking deep breathes to calm myself, I took out two cups, and an extra juice carton, pineapple this time, my favourite fruit.
I walked to the table and sat beside her turning my chair to face her.
"How did you get my address" I said pouring drinks in both cups.
She raised an eyebrow at my question "You've told me once, and it's not hard to spot with it's plain colors and all.".
Fuck.... now I do remember describing my house, I just never expected her to remember not to speak of showing up.
"I called the police when I got home and told them everything that happened, and then later they told me everything was alright and you were taken to the hospital after asking me some really strange questions, and so I came to check up on you in your mum's hospital, but they told me you were never there, and so I stopped here and here you are.
What happened to you?.... and how are you moving about like you didn't just get stabbed the other day?" She spoke quickly I lost track of half of what she said.
"I was a special case and my mum treated me personally, also it wasn't that serious" I replied trying to throw random answers in the air, She stated at me skeptical.
And in that moment everything became much worse instantly.
The door opened and my dad walked in.
....
Vicas killed someone again..., I understand that the first time was an accident, but this..... this was intentional, I closed my eyes, I could still hear my own screams from that horrible accident.
It wasn't bad at first but recently I've been having nightmares and feelings I can't recognise as mine.
I took a deep breath, sitting in my car with the driver window open, it was parked facing a small body of water.
The air smelled fresh around the lake, it was clear with little fishes swimming about, my comfort spot, my escape.
I have to meet him...., we need to talk about his powers, they can't be allowed to grow at all.
I know I encouraged him once, told him he did a good job after our fight but this...
We cannot handle another accident.
I turned the car about heading back home, Vicas wouldn't be in school today, it would be suspicious getting the injury miraculously healed the next day, since his classmate was with him when it happened.
The drive home wasn't that long, in 15 minutes I was parked outside the house.
I opened the door to see Vicas and a girl..... no one invited people home, especially not Vicas.
I stood at the door stunned then anger filled me slowly, he just murdered someone and here he is, sitting down chatting peacefully.
Did he understand what he has done?
I tried to steady my breathing by taking deep breathes, it didn't work.
Vicas stood immediately after noticing my presence.
What were they doing? he was meant to be skipping school because SHE wasn't supposed to see him, and now they are here together, skipping school together....
I couldn't control myself anymore, In a second I was standing in front of him, holding him by the collar, "Why is she here?" I said simply, It was my best attempt at not sounding rageful but my voice still came out a low growl.
The girl screamed in terror, she must have seen me move way too fast for a normal person.
I couldn't he bothered less right now, my eyes were directly on vicas, he was the problem.
"I.... I can explain" he stuttered out, "I just... just came over to....check up on him since he was injured, I'm sorry." The girl spoke in defence of him, I shifted my gaze to her. Does she know what he has done? did she watch him kill a man?.... what if he killed her too by accident? What would have happened then?
She knew nothing about who she was defending, my grip on his collar tightened even more. "Why did you let her stay?" I could feel the anger in my voice, my breaths were ragged. I didn't give him a chance to answer.
I threw him to the ground, he wrecked the chairs breaking one of the legs in the process. The girl screamed but it was too late I pulled him up and dragged him to the backyard.
This was going to be brutal.
...
Dad threw me into the backyard, I had caught a glimpse of Alex while I was being dragged out, Her expression could be described with one word, Fear.
He had never done this before...., It was different from other times, the feeling he gave off was different.
He was angry. And I was scared, I scrambled to my feet, I had to find my staff.
A palm hit me in the stomach, and I folded in pain, tears stinging my eyes and throat and then In seconds a kick threw me to the floor.
I turned my face to look at my dad's, his eyes were black, not dark brown but black pools that seemed to absorb light, give you the feeling that you were stuck in them.
He stood over me, with those unrecognisable dark pools of his.
Fear tore into me like a wild beast, the only sound I could hear was Alex, she screamed and tried to get into the backyard but Theo stopped her.
She stopped crying immediately I spotted her, and her eyes widened in fear.
Theo tried to calm her down in a panic and tracing her gaze I saw it. A six armed doll rushed from the side.
It was unarmed and made no sound as it moved, it was all wood and metal and yet it's steps were silent.
It struck, a sneak attack, a chop to the neck and three blows to the back.
Dad winced in pain and turned immediately grabbing an arm and ripping it off.
He was armed now, but he was also distracted from me. I dashed towards my staff, I always kept it resting on the wall.
By the time I reached the staff two more dolls joined in. One of them with four arms the other with just two.
The 6 armed doll had only one arm left, Dad screamed as he tore the last arm off, it was the kind of scream you would expect of a beast.
The doll with only legs and a body tried to run, but dad ignored the rest, he grabbed it by the head and folded it in half from the back.
The other dolls released a high pitched whistle as they continued to rain blows on my dad.
He laughed, turning to look at me and I dropped my staff and crumbled to my knees, this was no play fight, there were no boundaries, no lines.
He would kill me... deep down I knew it was for the deaths I caused, because my powers couldn't be controlled, because my existence itself was wrong.
A tear dropped down my eye, and deep down I knew I deserved it, my existence only hurt more people.
I realised that long ago but I kept on fighting and pushing people away but today... today was my judgement day.
A doll flew in my direction, it had three stumps instead of hands.
It crawled on it's one remaining hand, digging into concrete with it's fingers, I looked at it, it gave off soft whistles that sounded like the wheezing of a dying person.
It turned to look at me, and I finally saw it as more than a doll, it was a person, a life.
The last one stood no chance but yet it continued to fight. The animation tugged on my clothes, it was crying for help, not for itself but it's remaining friend.
What was going on was no longer a fight. The two armed animation was being played with, it was still in one piece but there were dents all over its wooden skin.
It had a broken arm and it's skull was dented, pieces of the arm my dad used as a weapon lay scattered on the floor.
How did things get to this level?, I spotted the folded animation, it was still, I didn't know how it worked but it must still be alive, Alex watched in horror, but Theo kept her still.
The animation on the ground tugged on my clothes with urgency, It wanted me to fight.
My energy bubbled in me, I could feel it, I could win this fight, I didn't need to use my powers all I needed was the boost they gave me.
I could win this, if not for myself then for those who sacrificed their lives protecting me.
I picked up the staff and stood as though my body was controlled by another, the only feeling in my body was a piercing pain in my skull but I ignored it.
The ground rushed past me in a blur, and my staff was poised for a full swing.
My opponent turned, but he wasn't fast enough, my swing caught him in the legs sweeping him to the ground.
I let him stand, checking on the animation, it still had two hands and was in relatively good shape.
It carried it's folded comrade away, they had my deepest gratitudes for holding him in place this... this was my fight.
I stared down my opponent, my staff poised as a spear "I won't lose" I said, to that there was no response.
He threw a punch but I could read it clearly, deflecting the attack with my staff and turning the staff to deliver a counter attack I caught him off guard and followed up with a forward kick to my opponent.
I followed up with multiple jabs with my spear but my opponent was starting to catch up.
My speed was no longer superior, my previous advantages all seemed gone.
Now was the time to go defensive, I held my staff a quarter to the end. My pose changed into a lunge position and I swung light but sharp blows.
My opponent blocked with his palms, he batted strikes away and when he attacked I held the staff with both arms to block.
I had to switch up the flow, if things continued this way I would lose, my energy kept me strong, but my pain in my skull was getting worse and my vision was turning red.
My next strike was aimed at the knee, my opponent raised his leg to the side dodging my blow, then as though it was the plan all along swung a kick to my side.
I just managed to block in time, but instead of the staff the kick hit me on the fingers.
I dashed away trying to rely on my longer reach to gain an advantage, I used my staff as a spear thrusting directly to the head.
He dodged it, bending his back so well it was almost parallel to the ground and then.... Clap!!, my staff was stuck in between his palms, readjusting himself he held my staff in his hands.
I was in trouble now, my staff wouldn't move no matter how I pulled it.
A palm hit my face, a chop hit my neck, and then my staff was broken, It was over... the pummelling came soon after.
No punches, no headbutts or kicks, he just held me up slamming his palm into my body.
I couldn't tell whether I was standing or flat on the ground, and it didn't matter anymore as everything went dark.