Deacon - Chapter 6

What do I do now? The ones I care about are held in captivity. If I wait, they let one go. If I don't, they don't let any of them go. Let's figure something out because I'm not just waiting around for my loved ones to be let go by people I don't know or trust.

Chapter 6: A life for another (Part 1)

I panic, walk into a tent and shut the curtains. Dad follows me in. Everything around me is spinning as if my head is attached to a car's wheel. I lean on a table's edge trying to gain some support and balance. "You knew about this! You didn't tell me what this is about. Now I lose a person I love because of YOU!" I scream

"You did this!" I blame him. "It would've been fine if you just told me." "Deacon! Your hand! Its flaming up." He screams. I feel the heat burn my shirt away. I feel the burning on my arms.

I take one deep breath and hold it in. My flames on my arms extinguish. My dad takes a deep breath and falls down to his knees. Everyone rushes into the tent to see if we're okay. Then, my eyes start to burn. I clinch my fist and raise it high above my head. My dad looks at me and widens his eyes. Flames shoot through the center of my fist, upwards. Then, using all my strength, I throw my fists down to my knees as if I'm whipping the floor. To my surprise, I create a twenty-foot whip of flames. As it hits the ground, it shakes, and twenty feet from my hands, it creates an explosion the size of that from a frag grenade. The ground shakes with every hit.

It misses my father but doesn't miss anyone around him. I've killed everyone in the camp but my father. I feel rage inside of me. Strangely, this feels normal.

With my arms still burning and fists still clenched, I slowly say, "My name is Deacon," and walk into the sunset. "They're at the pharmacy on the letter... It's overrun." Says my dad while shocked. "Shut up." I say in a low tone while walking away towards the drowning sun.

Hang in there, Jane and Kelly. I'm coming for you.