Chapter 15: Worried

It was a half an hour since Owen left Emily so he can go help Trent. In a cold, empty gym Emily sat. There alone on the bleachers. She was worried. Worried about her friends, the school, and maybe even this mysterious man. Were Trent and Owen alright? She would ask herself. Thoughts swirled her head of everything. Uns, blades, friends, enemies, teachers, students. She couldn't think straight. As she sat there, she pondered each possibly. Sometimes, she thought, the bad ones out weighed the good, but she wasn't sure. She was uncertain if they would make it or not. If any of them were dead or not. Can Owen protect Trent? She would think. This would eventually bring up why Owen had his blade.

Yes, that was a mystery, she thought. How does Owen have a fire blade? Not too long ago he didn't even know he was one and why a fire blade of all others? The more she thought about his fire blade, the more she thought, When am I getting my blade. Is mine going to be red? My dads was...green. she stopped in the middle of her thought. She remembered when he threw that mysterious stone at the principal and then his blade turned white. White? As snow? As wind? A wind blade! That's what Trent called him. A wind blade? Her father? How? When? Why? A more important question, Why would he do this? Kill people? Was he always like this? No? Yes...Yes he was, or he was how she remembered him. When she was five years old she remembered him going off to work. She didn't understand it at the time, but he had to go. She wanted him to stay so bad that she would cry. Before he walked out the door, she ran to him bawling her little eyes out. He smiled at her and hugged her. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, " Don't worry Ems, daddy will be home in no time."

She would then give him a big hug, goodbye. He always knew how to dry her tears and made her feel safe. That was her dad.

From then on every time he would drive into work, she would wave at him from her room. Her room would have the perfect view of the street below, so it was perfect. When he got home, he would always give her a hug and kiss her cheek. Eventually, he wasn't the one to kiss her cheek. Eventually she was the one who kissed his. She always missed her father when he went away and couldn't wait to share stories of what happened at school. They had a close bond that no one could break, until that day. Her father used to work on a team associated with a group called Ra, which used to be a small group. It was nothing major like the spiritual priests, but they helped when they can. One night, her dad got a call in the middle of the night. When he picked it up, he was told about a recent emergency that needed his attending. This woman said that her husband was acting incredibly strange. He didn't seem to want to eat or sleep. He always felt sick. As if he had an illness that would never leave. This illness took away his everyday life and she assumed that this illness is also linked to how incredibly violent he has gotten. He assumed that it was a demonic spirit, but not a very powerful one. Since Ra was not a very big organization and didn't have that much money, they couldn't have an exorcist on their own, but since this woman came to them, they decided to take it anyways. Since it was too small of a possession, maybe the spirit would give up and expel itself out.

Dave went into Emily's room, like he always did when he was about to leave, to let her know he was leaving.

"Ems, Im heading out," he said. She immediately woke up and ran to him.

"You are leaving now, daddy?," she asked. Emily was ten years old, so she always knew when he would leave. He would always head out at 7 in the morning and work until 6 at night. So, him leaving at 11:30 at night was incredibly rare. It would have had to be a real emergency that they needed his help with.

"Yeah," he told her, "but don't worry, daddy will be back soon."

He smiled and knelt down to give her a hug. She squeezed her father as hard as she could. She doesn't want him to leave, but if he had to, there was no helping it. They then let go of each other and she kissed his cheek.

"Be safe, Dad," she said with a smile.

"I will, Ems. Be sure to help your mother tomorrow morning. This might take a while," he said.

"I know. I will, Dad," she said.

"That's my girl," he smiled at her then stood and walked out of her room. She went to the window and watched him drive away, but she couldn't help having this overwhelming feeling. She knew, of course, he will be fine, but it was something about this night. This night that differed from all others before it.

With this one call.