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. *Flashback continuation*
Ignitos.
I couldn't explain it. One second I'm angry, and the next I'm...
How do I explain it. I'm not in control.
I can only see things. It's a sensation, a feeling. A feeling of power. Something else.
I could here them saying a thousand different things. But all I could pick out was,
"The Alpha has been awoken"
Memories, a lot of them came rushing in. Thousands and thousands of years back. I couldn't bear the pain.
With my hands on my head, I staggered to the bathroom to wash my face. The memories were still rushing in.
I washed my face and looked up at the mirror. The injury on my lips. It was.... Healing.
I touched my lips, it had completely healed. I looked around the bathroom, I wasn't thinking straight.
The memories were over now. A lot of things were in my head now.
I remembered now.
My Mother.. she's Missing.
I ran out of the house.
*gasp*
Everyone was still, what was wrong. I walked to the street and saw a whole lot of student coming back from school.
But the weird thing was that no one was moving.
What's happening.
"Welcome back, Alpha"
With the most mature and manly voice ever, I replied the voice, but not with my mouth, in my head.
"It's my pleasure. Thanks for the ignition. Now if you don't mind, my host's is in dire need. I've got something to do"
Now I was sure something or someone was in me. Whatever he was, he was the reason why no one seemed to be moving.
I wanted to scream out to the voices in my head to tell me everything that was going on. But I figured they wouldn't hear me.
"I thought you'd never ask"
They could hear my thoughts?
" Yes, we can. Enough talking boy. First, you've gotta know what you can do."
I was outraged.
" Look, whatever you all are, this isn't the time to host a party in my head, my mom's in trouble".
"You can't just go out there unprepared, you never know what awaits you"
I ignored it and walked back Into the house, I was looking for a clue, that could lead to where my mother was.
I noticed the back door was open, and they were foot prints at the yard. I ran towards the opening of the fence leading me to the street behind us. I looked around to see if there was anyway I could find my mom.
Still no one was moving. I wanted to ask those passing by if they had seen my mother, but they weren't replying me.
"What the hell did you do to all these people" I yelled out loud, like I was expecting a reply, but surprisingly, I got one.
"They are in a time trap, one of the many things you can do. It's just like they are frozen, like pressing the pause button on them."
" Why would you do that"
"That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you. You Sydney, have the greatest gift in this existence. You have time on your fingers. You are time. Anything you wanted to do with time, you can"
" Are you saying I'm a super hero"
" I never said that, All I say is that, you are powerful, and trust me, with great power comes great threats"
" But I didn't ask for this, why me. Why not someone like Billy who was strong enough"
" We choose a leader for his heart"
" Can you please just release this people so I can find my Mom"
" I didn't do this. You are the Alpha, you alone bestow such power. Just concentrate and do what you have to"
What was he saying. This voices had been in my head for years, but I've never heard one so manly and authoritative. And of course, as he spoke all others were silent.
I tried my best to concentrate, but it was of no use. It didn't work. I was starting to freak out.
My Mom was missing and here I was playing some imagination's game.
A tear drop rolled down my eye and landed right on the side walk.
I felt a shoulder hit mine.
They were moving again. I expected someone to be surprised about what happened, but no one was.
I started asking questions and looking for my Mom. I got a suggestion that I should go over to the cops.
And that was why I was here. On this seat, waiting for the cops to find my Mom.
I spent the whole day there, and when it was dark, I was handed over to a foster home, untill my Mom was found.
Everyone looked at me with so much pity, that I disliked.
The voices were still on in my head. And I felt terrible.
I personally knew I had myself to blame for my mom's disappearance, even though everyone tried to convince me elstwise.
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