Her Father

It was 9 years ago when the incident happened.....I was 5 years old. Since my father didn't give a damn about where or what I did, I never really had any idea of what a father really looked like or even what a father is supposed to be. Maybe that is why I am a rebel. Anything I did wrong was thrown in my face with harsh punishments. I thought that's what a father was supposed to be like. I didn't know that it wasn't until this day. Anytime I would get in trouble, My father would send me somewhere truly horrifying for someone that young to be sent to. They advertised discipline and obedience, but in reality, it was a death sentence. The Torcher Chamber. A place that was said to be some sort of boarding school for difunctional or disobedient children in promise to turn them into respectable and reliable stuck up assets to society. But that part was a lie. It was a prison for children who were misunderstood or screwed over angel children who don't fit in. Anyone who walked in never came out alive. Until I arrived. I still remember it so clearly. I was running for my life from jackass guards assigned to keep me from escaping. I had gotten the best of them. I remember the burning sensation of pain from running barefoot throughout the halls from my nightmares. The ragged white dress tainted with rips, holes and charcoal from the work camps in a certain area where they put kids to work with mining charcoal and coal. Small strands of my jet black mid leveled hair flew in my face along with the flow of my side swept bangs in the wind. Scratches and bruises were placed all throughout my body as I continue to run. My head pounding with the sounds of screaming and pain. As I turned to see if the guards were still chasing me, I caught a glimpse of bloodshed right in front of me. When I turned my head, I saw an innocent girl. Who looked at me with tears in her eyes before she had her head cut off by one of the guards. Blood splattered over the floor. I couldn't stop myself from shaking at the sight of it. I felt shivers being sent up my spine. I looked away. I couldn't bare to see another innocent child be killed in front of my eyes. I hear the screams of another child coming from the direction in which I was running. There, this poor boy was being constantly stabbed with a spear that was caked with blood as it dripped to the floor. I felt as if I was going to throw up. I couldn't do anything for them. I feel as if I abandoned them. the bloodshed, cries and screams from innocent people, I couldn't take it. As I was lost in thought, I felt a strong tug at my arm. I looked back with teary eyes. This guard was about to regret touching me. As I glared back at this guard, who seemed to look terrified, I swong my leg in his direction. he let go of my arm as he flung to the ground. The cement cracked. The guards coming toward me stopped running. I looked up at them to find the fear in their expression. They start to back away. I sprint toward them as they try running for their lives from me. My foot presses hard at the cement as a small portion cracked and broke into the softness of the dirt underneath. I launch myself high into the air. The guards look up at the looming pain they were about to experience as I grab ahold of the edge of one of the guards chest plates, in the air, I flip, lifting this guard into the air, throwing him straight at the others in front of him when my feet touched the ground. They crashed into each other and into the wall where the brick wall was cracking all around them. I breathed heavily for a moment before hearing a distant cry.

My eyes widened. I ran into the direction of the cry. sweat was dripping down my face and my feet were burning from the hard concrete floor. when I got close to where I heard the cry I noticed that two guards were cornering a young girl about my age, in a prison cell. They smiled the creepy perverted smiles at this girl who was shaking. her hair was a beautiful shade of hot pink with white sparkles scattered all over her shoulder length hair. She had the same dress as me and had two different eye colors. Gold and silver. She was Anna Starship. My friend who became a rock star. She was here with me. I rush in raising my fist. I punch one of them in the gut while the other was sent flying from the wip of leg. The first guy looked at me as if I was some sort of animal. I elbowed him in the head to knock him out.

"Anna! are you alright?! Did they hurt you??" I asked jogging over to her. tears form in her eyes as she embraces me with a hug.

"No one has ever stuck by me like that before. Let alone try to rescue me from the likes of them." I hug her. She always seemed so fragile and weak when I met her. Back then, we had to survive together. She had called me her bodyguard since I was always coming to her rescue. I was one to get punished a ton while I was there as well. I was always taking a bullet for others, even when we had to survive. My thoughts as well as my reunion with Anna was quickly interupted by a swarm of guards sprinting towards us.

"Come on Anna! We need to get out of here!" I say grabbing her wrist lightly, pulling her into the opposite direction of the guards growing closer to us. The crowd of guards continue to try and catch up to us as we run towards freedom. While we run I spotted a few children in hiding. I stop. Anna looks at me confused with worry. I walk over to the children who looked terrified. I reached out a hand toward them. The oldest child looked at me.

" Come with us. I promise you'll all get out of here alive." The oldest child nodded as he carries a younger boy on his back and takes a little girl's hand. The slightly younger girl grabs my hand as I pull her up. As the guards come closer I feel a sense of overwhelming power rise within me. I clench my fist as my hair starts to flow in the wind coming from what appeared to magical smoke coming from my fist. The guards were just about to reach me. Anna was trying to reach me but, was being held back by the other kids who were running towards the exit. the guards closed in on me. I raise my fist in the air as the power starts to form into the form of a punch.

"Leave those kids and I ALONE!!!" I swung my fist into the ground as it rumbles as if there was an earthquake. the ground crackes and shatters the cemented floor. a gust of strong wind from that punch sent the guards flying backwards. The whole west wing of the building began to break apart and collapse. I helped Anna and the other kids out from the crumbling building. We kept running dispite the crumbling building all around us. As it crumbles, we see a light. The light of freedom. We all began to run faster as we hoped for the taste of true freedom. We went out that door sourounded by blinding light for a second. Just like that, we were free. The west wing collapsed. a gust of brick dust came up from the collaping of the building. I gather the kids together as we reached a couple of trees in the distance. We hid behind one and braced ourselves for the impact. I felt the flood of brick dust wash over me as I am protecting two little ones that survived the horrors that they must have witnessed. The wind started to die down. I look at the two little ones I was protecting. they looked up at me, unharmed. I sigh with relief. I stand up.

"Let's get out of here before the guards decide to look for us." I crouch down to the little one and gently grab ahold of both their hands. I bring them over the the oldest of the group who was making sure the rest were unharmed. He looked at me. I gently pushed the two little ones towards him as they both rush up towards him. He embraced them with a hug. He looked at me again. I stood up.

"Take them all somewhere safe. I will let the Islan forces know about you guys. Stay hidden and stay safe until then Ok? He nodded. He gathers the other slightly older kids together so he can gather the rest together as they began to run away. I turn my attention towards the west wing. it was completely demolished. I look down at my hand that was covered with dirt and little remains of that punch to the ground that I pulled off. How did I manage to pull that off? I thought to myself.

"Crystal!" I turn to see Anna running toward me. She embraced me into a hug taking me a little bit by surprise.

"I was so worried! How did you do that??" She says as she pulls away from the hug and lightly grips my shoulders. I look back at the rubble. I look back at her.

"I don't know."

Around a couple of hours later I was being covered with bandages in the palace in my night gown. My mom is tending to the wounds on my face while my dad was standing against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Honey? Is something wrong?" Mom asks me. I hug her. She is shocked for a moment before she hugs me back.

"What happened in there?" She asks me as she is stroking my jet black hair. I took a deep breath before telling her of how the Torcher Chamber was actually a murdering school where they slaughtered thousands of children because they misbehaved. I told her everything. Anna. The now demolished west wing. Those kids that I had saved and brought them back to their parents. The moment where I had done something I had no clue what. Everything. After some comfort from mom, she said to me,

"Why don't you go up to your room and I'll come put you to bed in a bit ok Honey?" I nodded. I started to walk out of the room as dad approached mom. When I closed the door, I stayed put to hear what they were going to talk about.

"She's getting stronger everyday." my dad says in a serious tone.

"I know." Dad lifts his hand in the air and struck the fancy table in front of him. it split in two making a load bang that echoed through the castle. Why was he so mad? I wandered as I kept listening.

"Aaron!! Your going to wake Crystal!"

"Do you realize that the stronger her powers become the more that beast inside her becomes stronger?!!" I felt confused. Who were they talking about? Why is he so mad about it?

"I am fully aware that she is getting stronger. But you do realize that she has some of my own power inside of her as well."

"Its connected to that monsters powers!! The Dark Dragon is inside of Crystal!! Do you realize how dangerous that is?!!" My heart stopped. What? I have.....a Dragon inside me?!

"Shes our daughter!! Are you saying that you have so much hate for that Dragon that you automatically decide to hate your own daughter as well?! Do you even love her at all!?" Does he? Does he only think of me as a monster? I feel my body shake as tears sting my eyes.

"No. No. I still love her very much. I just can't stand it that we have to live knowing that best is inside of her."

"Even so, I have faith that Crystal will one day overcome this. She will be the strongest person to ever walk Isla." I sigh with relief. At least my father doesn't hate me. I've had enough shockers for one night. I walk up to my room thinking that the worst was over. But little did I know, was that as I woke from the sound of my room door opening, that was the first time I was close to deaths door. My vision was still hazy from that night. But I could never forget the knife in his hand, and the look of murder in his eyes. I will never forget. My own father. Tried to kill me.

I was only 5 years old.