by D. Levesque
“No, you shall not die here, little one,” it says, laughing. “You were near death, and you called upon your powers. I am but here to guide you on Earth. As you are the last of us, I shall grant you leave to be who you are. When you leave here, I would suggest you move as fast as you can to the right, or left, whichever takes your fancy. This is wisdom that will help you not die. One day we might meet again little one, but for now, you do not belong here. You are not yet powerful enough.” With that, the wolf howls at me, and at the end of its howl, I feel myself slowly go away from this place, back to my body.
Shit, no, not my body! I am about to be shot at point-blank range. Wait, he said to move. Without thinking about it I move to the left quickly, and I hear a gunshot go off. Opening my eyes, I look, and I can see that the thug is looking for me. I am over ten feet away from where I started. Holy shit, how did I move so fast? He finally sees me, and I can see the shock on his face, but he brings his gun up to shoot again. I know I need to get that away from him, and without thinking about it, I am suddenly in front of him, with my hand around the gun’s grip, over his hand. I squeeze as hard as I can to see if I can dislodge his hand. Instead, I am shocked when I end up crushing not only his hand, but the damn grip.
He screams out in pain. Seeing as this guy tried to kill me, rather than remorse, I feel my anger coming back. I cock my hand back into a fist and hit him in the face. What I think will happen is he will get knocked out, so I can run away. But I am surprised that his head explodes into gore, with brain matter hitting the trees behind him. I am left standing there, holding a dead body with no head. Looking down at this now mangled piece of a human being, I slowly look at my hand that is now covered in blood, brain matter, and I don’t even know what else.
“Oh… that sucked for him,” I say.
Then I promptly move away two steps before I throw up.
