I've forgotten how it felt before...
The rough brick against my palm keeps me upright even though my legs shake a bit and the shadows cling closer. I had first realized my newer powers after I returned to Sacrosanct from burying my parents. When I grew angry and the shadows just seemed to coalesce around an individual and trap them. It had been strange to me considering my affinity had always been earth. Flowers opened for me, vegetation flourished for me, and my concoctions were plant based with such a strength that I had managed to open a successful shop with my sizeable inheritance. In one swoop I lost my parents but gained a financial start to my dreams. Now here they were, all boarded up with graffiti tagging the boards. Probably some kid thinking it would be funny. What could it hurt, they no doubt thought. The boards would be replaced with glass, the graffiti trashed, and the world would be right.
Not for me, I snarl inside, fingers curling in so my nails scrape against the brick. My left hand fists into my stomach, pressing, feeling the ache in my chest that matches the ache all over my body. How could things have gone SO bad SO quick?
From the alley to my right I see movement. The shadows immediately sink into me as I lean back into a nook in the wall where the opening to a side door was. My forest green eyes watch as the male strides to the end of the sidewalk then freezes, glancing around, looking for something. I catch the way he tilts his head only slightly, the way he seems to consider. Scenting? Likely. I don't recognize him at first. My mind is too disjointed from my recent kidnapping. Not even counting in the fact I can't remember when I last ate. Or slept.
Instinct has me bare my teeth, a remnant of my time spent around the Weres, and when the male glances back towards my boarded shop, I flick my fingers in his direction. Shadows race to him, swallow him, freeze him where he stands, and I rush forward. I panic right before I get to him, realizing I have no weapons. My mind is hazy, hair ragged and frazzled, and no doubt I looked as filthy as I felt. A wild creature, half mad. I clear the shadow from his face with a thought, sharp eyes glaring at him.
"Did they send..." I snarled at him, but I froze as my eyes took in his features and memory struck. Laughter. Bar. A drink and an offer. Apple pie. The scent in my memory makes my stomach growl loudly as I give him a slack-jawed look.
"You? You!? What are you doing here?" Was he working with them? It was right after I had spoken with him that all this went down - what if they had tracked him down and hired him to help find me?
the world fell at our feet