The world moves around me in slow motion, winter is coming and the fires inside me are being stoked for the coming five months, I can feel it burning in my gut, my head and my heart, they are bored, hungry and restless.
“Starlyn?” I snap out of the chaos in my mind to the present. Kerryn is standing in front of me, hands on her hips, looking exasperated.
“Snap out of it, seriously I can’t take you anywhere!” We’re out the front of our usual club punk-tured its for the pierced, the inked and the bright coloured spiky haired ones, it’s name is written in red neon and the rest of the club is rendered black, My look fits right in but Kerryn doesn’t despite the eight piercings in her ears, the ring in her nose and her lip and her tongue stud, the skinny jeans, band teeshirt and battered chucks on her feet. It’s mainly because she tries too hard, trying to fit in. Her friends are all real punks, doing it because it feels right and matches the energy inside them, volatile, electric, ready to explode at any second.
“I.D?” The bouncer inquires, I freeze, Kerryn always gets stopped but I never do. He’s huge, covered in swirling black tattoos and wearing only a black tee-shirt despite the weather.
“Dude I’ve been coming here for six months, what’s up?” I’m underage, but half the people in there are. Kerryn reaches for her fake I.D I didn’t bring mine, I didn’t bother after the first few times.
“I can’t let you in now that I think you don’t fit. Must be the light or something.” The band inside sounds good, the wash of energy is flowing out under the door from the people inside, dancing, drinking and bouncing their emotions of one another.
“Whatever.” I start to walk away Kerryn doesn’t come with me, I turn to her. “You coming?” She looks at me then down at her feet and shakes her head, I can see the way she’s eyeing of the guy in the queue behind her, and she doesn’t even try to hide it.
“You know what, I’m sick of following you around and asking for permission, and then if anything bad happens to me you abandon me, fuck this-“ The fires inside me burn hotter, growing taller and more ravenous. “Come and get your stuff tomorrow, it’ll be out the front in a few boxes!” I turn on my heels and look back at her, she’s laughing about it with the guy behind her, she doesn’t care, doesn’t want me.
Just wanted something pretty to hang off her arm.
Buy a fucking bracelet next time.
Saul watches the boy walk towards the animal filled club with the girl, neither of them fit, the boy emits the warm energy of the undiscovered through his almost thread bear flannel shirt and ripped and torn acid stained jeans and the girl holds a contained coldness, the bouncer doesn’t let the boy in, the boy acts surprised and the fires burn a little brighter. Saul leans closer, there are probably neophyte power levels in him, probably worth taking in but maybe not, he could live to be a hundred and never tap into it.
He starts to walk away the girl doesn’t follow someone with a normal, plain white light energy behind them catches her eye and the ice inside it’s prison within her sets her on auto pilot, making her want the new boy, making her hungry.
The Fire boy sees it, the fires inside him flare, extending above his head and pushing his aura out a good meter from his feet. He’s no neophyte, he’s got more raw energy then I do. Saul gets to his feet ready to follow the boy as he storms away, smiling to himself for finding someone so useful on the first day of the prophecy. He wonders if the boy notices the frost retreating from his feet.
okay this iss the start of a larger work. a much larger work, what is your opinion so far?