DAUGHTERS OF THUNDER

-Chapter 7-

The light seeping through the cracks grew dimmer and dimmer. Soon it would be safe. It was interesting how before the darkness brought forth tremendous amounts of fear to her mind. It was like the darkness harbored monsters, and all the evil of the world, but now Radiana felt comforted by it.

She didn't want to be found. These powers gave her a chance at a new life, she was no longer terrified of the night, she was part of it. She belonged now. Oh, her life before wasn't all that bad, except for all her failures. Like the fact that she had dropped out of college, crushing her parent's dreams. Her life hadn't only disappointed her parents, it had disappointed her, she was always searching for more-and never found it. Yes, life had already been dark before this power had found her. Sure, she had still attended the youth group at church, she even graced them with her angelic voice. But there was a side to her they didn't see, or chose not to see. Her confidence were for their eyes only, but on the inside she felt like a withered flower. So she tried to revive herself with temporary fixes, meds that quickly became addictive-but they were effective, they numbed her mind. Her dating life picked up its pace, she loved the flattery given to her by the so-called admirers, though she knew it was all empty words. Their words were just a means to fill their own emptiness. She hated all of them, especially since she knew not a single one loved her, no one truly knew her. As any woman she had longed for the real thing, but the real thing was always just as flawed as she was. What she hated most is that no one knew that she was falling apart. No one took the time to look past her plastic smile-and why would they? Radiana had thought that Accalon was different, but what a fool she had been! So she hated him the most. Her heart was not to be toyed with, he would learn this quickly, she determined.

"Lets get him up into the truck." she finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Where are you taking me?" he demanded, as if he was in any position to demand anything.

"Wherever we please." she replied sharply.

She moved towards him like a phantom, followed by her sister. They both gripped him in an iron grip. His legs were wobbly, but he gave no push back, he just let them lead him.

Once they reached the truck they shoved him in the back. The strength with which they did it amazed them, he felt light as a feather. He just lay on his back staring straight at the star-filled sky, as if nothing in the world was wrong.

Rachel, cleared her throat and impatiently tapped an annoying rhythm on the side of the truck. "Keys, if you please." she demanded.

"Back pocket." He said smugly.

The sisters looked at one another and grunted.

"You get it, I'm not touching him." Rachel insisted.

Sighing, Radiana hefted herself onto the bed of the truck and roughly rolled Accalon on his stomach. He grunted. Jumping down from the truck she smiled triumphantly as she bounced behind the wheel.

"So where are we going?"

"To pay a visit to our past." answered Radiana.

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The terrain was rough, and with his hands firmly tied behind his back he couldn't avoid the countless bumps his body took, much less his head. Weakness still gripped him, but in due time it would pass as it always did. Another pothole, this one deeper then the rest, he grunted as his head slammed into the side of the truck. He felt the moonlight fading, and he cursed this human shell, as he drifted once more from this world.

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A time of times long passed is where he awoke. Well, it was not so long ago, only a decade, but still he never liked a trip down memory lane. These human brain accumulated so much useless information, and the past seemed to be permanently etched in it, to be brought up by the sub consciousness. He hated it. But there he stood a predator, watching his prey. The three young ones were smiling and giggling and splashing water in the river. Oh what fun.

When he pounced upon the girls the boy began to run, but then he bravely thought better of it. What a fool! But he was the target, not them. He was there to awaken him. He was there to deliver a gift to him, the same gift that had been bestowed upon him ages ago. He had taunted him, baited him, and he bit the bait. They always did. Humans hated to be weak, and they always, always began to hate the one, or ones who made them feel as such. Even one as young as this child had failures, fears, lies, yes even this supposed innocent had evil rooted in him.