Karma

Gone

"Eh? Oki." Elliot smiled gleefully.
I want to smack that face with a bulldozer.
"Huh?" He gasped, as I turned to look.

There was Raymond, chasing after Mr. Davis.

Elliot had a frown on his face.
"What is he doing?"

Raymond stopped the principal, staring at him in his eyes.
"They were here, I swear."

Elliot sneered and shook his head. "So he was with you all along..."
I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or to himself.
Mr. Davis partially rolled his eyes and inhaled a sharp quick breath.

"Don't test my patience. I'm giving you a warning this time. It's disrespectful to lie to someone—especially me—for your own entertainment okay? I have work to do. I have no time to be playing around."
Mr. Davis walked away, leaving Raymond dumbfounded.

I saw Raymond try to reach for him again, but stopped midway.

I shook my head. No one can see me? Not even Raymond?
My tears started to well up and I—oof.

"How is he related to you?" Elliot fumed, jabbing me again on my stomach with his spiky shoes.

"He should only side with ME." Elliot sputtered, stepping harder than he ever did before.

My hands trembled in my handcuffs. My vision blurred a bit.
If this goes on, I think I might die today..
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Raymond's POV
"Where are they....?" I muttered, pacing back and forth.
I swore they were here a few minutes ago.
Ah...that Elliot bastard.

I darted across the hall, my head continuously moving side to side like a fan.

Not here...

Then I went upstairs, doing the same exact thing.

Not here either.
"Ugh dammit." I kicked the wall.
There was a slam and the ground shook for a moment.

Oops.

I could feel a small tingle, zapping at my temples.
Man, I hit that wall too hard.

But the pain kept going on.
I pressed the sides of my forehead, leaning against the wall to catch my breath.

I'm an idiot.
First I let them out of my sight...then I just almost ruined my shoes.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound sprang into my ears.
I clasped my hands over it, wincing at the irregular pain.

Oh no...I know what's coming.
That damn god's vision again.

A flash of images sprawled in my head.
It was a foggy image, but enough for you to make out the outline.

It was people and...they're playing in a rosy field.
Maybe two small kids?

I squinted although the image was in my mind.
What's with this?

Slowly but gradually, the picture wavered until it stopped.

My heart stopped for a second.

They weren't kids.

They weren't playing.

They weren't in a rosy field.