A Fear For Life by MigeYeFoxe

A Fear For Life

One of my most inspired short stories. originally written in 2007

So here I stand, facing those who have determined my fate for me and plan to have me killed because they are afraid of me... afraid of what I have done, what I can do. The only thing on my mind is the look on your face when it happened. I was only trying to protect everyone. I never wanted them to be hurt; never wanted them to be killed in that explosion; never wanted to see that look on your face. As they raise their rifles and take their aim upon me I am forced to think. Is this the end of my story?

I remember all the events of that day just as clearly as if I was reliving it. It was just like any other day. I know that sounds cliché but that is what it was, just another day in that school, no different from any other. I never thought myself a threat to anyone; never thought that everyone would fear me. I remember it was in the school's cafeteria. I was in my usual spot and was just letting my mind wander when some kids walked up to the table.

"Hey, Sam. How do you think you did on that math test earlier?" One of them asked.

"I think I did alright. I'm pretty sure I got that last question wrong though."

"Yeah," one of the kids laughed, "That last one was hard, wasn't it? I almost think the teacher put that question there so that no one would get them all right. Well we're going to ditch our next class, hang out around the school and tease all the kids still stuck in class. Wanna come?"

"No, my parents will ground me for a month if they find out I skipped class again."

"Suit yourself. Later," they walked off.

I watched them go; not because I was particularly interested in where they were going, but that I had nothing better to do. Because I was watching them I saw it happen. There were four of them. They were all dressed in black and I knew just by seeing them that there was something about them I did not like. Their presence alone made me feel uncomfortable, as if a part of me wanted to stand up and either run or slit their throats. Then one of them raised a gun and shot the kid that was just over here. At once the noise in the cafeteria rose to a deafening level as everyone was screaming and running for cover or at least dropping to the ground. I myself hid and I was afraid.

"Where are you? Come out and no one else gets hurt!" one of the ones in black shouted.

I crouched lower, trying to make myself disappear. I do not know how but I knew that they were here for me. They were here to kill me. I didn't want to die. I still don't but I don't have much of a say in the matter. Despite my wanting to hide and run away, I could feel my chest growing hot like someone had lit a match inside of my chest. It made me want to fight, to unleash everything I had against them but I knew that whatever power I did have I was too young to unleash it properly. The ones in black walked up to another kid and grabbed him by the head and lifted him up for all to see.

"If you do not come out right now, we will start killing everyone else in this area one at a time. Starting with this one," another pointed their gun at the kid and fired off a round, then the kid dropped to the ground.

I knew they were getting closer and that they would eventually find me, no matter how much I prayed they wouldn't. Just as they grabbed another student the wall busted open and these creatures came bounding through. They looked like really large dogs, the size of the horses I've seen in books. Except they didn't look much like any dog I've seen. Their tails were too long and had too much fur on it to be any breed of dog I can think of. Then there's the fact of their large pointed ears that were held back in a defensive stance. To me they were beautiful creatures and their pure white coats made me want to hug them. I started to take a step forward but one of the two creatures in front of me turned and our eyes met and I felt a sense of warmth, of protectiveness from those slitted pupils of theirs and also the message that I was not to get involved in this.

They were here to protect me. Even as I knew this I felt something inside of me building, aching desperately to be let out, to unleash it completely at the ones that would do me harm. The two creatures rushed at the ones in black, the kid they had in their possession having already be been killed. The ones in black started to laugh and before any can react shot the other one of the two. The one they hit fell down and soon flames started to come out from where the bullet had gone in. I cowered to the ground and began to cry, I was terrified. Was this what was going to happen to me if they shot me? Would I burst into flames as well? I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. Above all I wanted them to go away, to make things like it was before they showed up. The ones in black started laughing louder as they shot at the one that had stared me in the eyes. This one was much faster and better at avoiding the bullets than the one that is a burning corpse at this point. The creature got close and killed the first one of the ones in black while trying to reload. The second was a lucky kill in that their partner was too hasty in trying to kill the creature that they ended up firing the round at their partner.

The forth one dropped their gun and pulled out a blade and as the creature passed, threw the blade which scored its blow in the creature's hind leg. No flames came out of the wound, but the creature could no longer run as fast as it had been and soon they take out the other leg and laughed even louder. I tried to cover my ears to block out their laughing but I could not seem to be able to have any success. They kicked at the creature and eventually after torturing it for a while finally stood on the creature's neck, slowly suffocating it. As I looked at those eyes once again and saw the sadness that it had been unable to protect me, all I could hear was the laughing.

The laughing wouldn't go away, wouldn't die down and then I heard the snapping sound. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I wanted them to go away. I wanted them to burn like the first creature. I wanted them to die for what they'd done. Flames started to engulf the one not on the creature's neck and that one screamed in agony at a fire that had come from no where and would not go away. He fell to the ground and stopped moving. The one in black standing on the creature's neck fired a round into the creature's skull then stepped off and began to walk towards me. I wanted the laughing to stop. Why wouldn't the laughing stop? Then the hands came together and from them came a light and then there was an explosion.

When the smoke cleared I saw almost everyone had died either by the blast or by the ceiling having collapsed on them. I turned and looked at you and saw that expression. That look of abject terror and madness. Of a fear so powerful that the mind has no other response to it than to shut down.

When the cops came they blamed everything on me. I was put on trial for killing all those humans in that cafeteria. The only ones I was not blamed for was the deaths of those two creatures. They even blamed me for the ones that were shot even though I lacked a gun or the proficiency to use one. I was labeled a monster. I tried to explain what had truly happened but no one would believe me. They would not accept that I did not want anyone to die, that I had no intention of doing anyone any harm ever, but they only saw what I had done. That I had killed without using any other weapon than my own body and I killed without ever touching my victim. You would not wake up and so there was no one who would stand in my defense. And so they sent me to be killed so that I could never harm another. My word not being nearly enough and my age didn't deter them one bit. In fact it encouraged them to have me killed as I'd only get stronger when I grew up.

I was put in a truck and sent to my doom. Death by firing squad. My tail swished pensively as I realized that the ones in black will end up getting exactly what they came to do anyways, despite having been defeated. When I arrived at the destination I was placed in front of a wall and was not offered anything, not even a blindfold. I was being killed for wanting to live. I stood and faced them, hoping that some miracle would save me and they would not fire; that this was just some test to make sure I would not use my power anymore.

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