The Phoenix

The Phoenix, First Encounter

PAST

All's well, I thought as I sat on the bus, on my way back home from school, I was the only four year old on a bus full of sixteen to eighteen year olds. Guess thats a perk if you're really intelligent, and are close to graduating.
As the bus closes into a stop, I stand up and rush to the door first, I didn't want to stay and hear all the older kids talk about the next party or what colour they're going to dye their hair. Even though it was 2003, i still hated all the commotion about that. And i especially hated how the guys would see which one had the biggest and whoever did, was incharge of the group. I stayed as far away from that as possible, not cause i was little and no one thought I understood, I stayed away cause Mum taught me better.
Mum always said i was a good child. I never cried, and i never have. I never did anything wrong and was always on time. I learned how to solve seplametry mathematical problems at two years old, I always was intelligent. Mum says i get it from my Papa.
I've never meet him, but i hear he is a wealthy man in America. I have his last name, Stark. But Mum never talks about him, and says he doesn't know I'm his child.

I jump off the bus and run across the street and holding my notepad to my chest, with my textbooks jumping on my large black backpack.
I kick the cinder block and grab the spare key, but I freeze in movement. The door was open.
I lift a curious eye and slowly push the door open. Carefully and quietly I step to the closet and place my backpack down, cause if someone was in the house, I didn't want it to weigh me down as I ran. I slid my back across the wall as i inch ever so much closer to the living room. I grab the closest thing to me, which was an umbrella, and hold it close to my chest. I jump the corner and find no one, not even Mum.
I suddenly hear gasps coming from the kitchen and i dash to it, droping the umbrella in process, sliding on my knees and stopping at the corner turn. I look at the floor and see shattered peices of my Mum's mirror she kept in the dining room. I grab a chunk and try to reflect it.
I hold my breath so the glass wouldn't fog up, and i see something, or someone. I look down and see my Mum and a hand clasped around her throat. I narrow my eyebrows as I analyze the hand from afar. It was shiny, then i realized it was made of metal, the entire left arm was metal!
I gasp, then cover my mouth, placing the glass behind me. He heard me, I know it. I start to crawl to the closest enclosed space. The fireplace.
I heard a THUMP and the large heavy steps of boots. I close the small gate and hold my legs close to my chest. Once he steps into the living room, i got a better view of him. He had a black mask covering his face from his mouth to his nose, and goggles, so I couldn't see his eyes or anything. He wore all black, but a large red star on his left shoulder. Where his metal arm started.
I gulped down hard and saw him walk away. I didn't bother breathing, i couldn't breath with him in the house. So instead i opened the small gate so slowly, so it didn't creak. I poke my head out and instantly feel a cold, hard clamp around my neck.
I felt him pull me up and i couldn't feel the ground anymore. It was nothing.
I grab his hand, but it was useless, I was weak agenced this metal arm. So I went to kicking and punching, till I kicked high enough to reach his goggles.
They jumped off and he let go, letting me fall to the ground. I gasped for air and pushed myself up, I stumbled to the kitchen and saw my Mum's lifeless body on the floor.
Blunt force trama to the head and most likely a self inflicted stab wound to the abdomen, but she didn't die from it.
Probably didn't want to die to the hands of this bastard, I thought.
I knelt down quickly and snached up the knife near her. I turned around and saw him. Standing there all still and empty.
I didn't dare show fear or pain. Emotions were weak and useless. They brought nothing but death, murder, war, and control. That's what emotions brought us. So I stood there, holding the knife to my side and staring straight at him. His dark chestnut hair was long, but not long enough to reach his shoulders. He had strikingly blue eye. They looked like an ocean just after a storm, maybe even steel blue. I don't know. But they were emotionless and merciless, which was like looking at a tiger.
It's beautiful, but if you so much as disturb them, they will rip you apart, piece by piece.
Till you are nothing but a bloody mess.
I stand there, looking at him, the same way he is looking at me. My forest green eyes locked with his steel blue. He may be taller then my, and stronger, but my shortness is an advantage. I see multiple ways of getting him on his knees.
Slicing his caffs could work, or even distracting him and jumping on the back of his knees.
But before i could do anything, I heard gunfire and duck instantly. And without knowledge, I accidentally threw the knife away from me and him. I held my head down as the gunfire continued. I felt a clasp around my waist and i started throwing punches and kicks. I hadn't realized it, but i had closed my eyes. I opened them to see the man blocking the bullets with his metal arm, shielding both of us. I narrow my eyebrows in confusion and look directly at him. He wasn't paying any attention to me, just trying to get out of fire. He set me down behind the couch and took his mask off. His eyes were soft and were no longer empty.
What happened? What did I do, I thought. He pressed his finger to his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. I didn't do anything, i just looked at him weirdly. And a little edgy.
He moved his hand to his pocket and i backed up, pressing my back agenced the wall. But he held a hand out in reassurance, and brought out a pocket knife. He grabed my hand and placed it in it.
He closed my palm and stood up, putting his mask back on, and walked away.
I just sat there in confusion and utter horror.
My mother's killer saved my life, after he tried to kill me? I thought.
I was there for hours, till I grabed the phone and called the police.