Between Worlds

Part 2

­­­­­Christophe jolts awake and looks around for the culprit, it doesn't take him long. A middle-aged woman who looks eerily familiar stands over him still shaking his shoulders to wake him up. Once she notices that he's awake, she yanks him off the bed and begins to drag him through the room.

Wait. What's going on? Christophe thinks as he looks around the room as the woman is dragging him. There are large, dark green vines weaving through the room, some of them seem like they are built into the walls. There was debris of varying sizes scattered around the room. But the main thing that caught his eye was that everything was so big: the beds, the dressers, the doorframe. They were all made for someone of his size. Even the lady currently using all her force was about the same height as him.

"I'll explain it later. First, we need to get to the safe house," she responded, glaring at him for moving so slow.

"First of all, I had no idea I said that aloud. Second, who the heck are you?" Christophe fires back because there is no way he would be going anywhere with a stranger, especially one that looks at him with such cold, unfeeling eyes.

"I said, later. Now move it." She kept her sentences short, and it was beginning to annoy Christophe. Why can't she understand that I just woke up and I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM.

"No."

The debris in the room started circling the room and Christophe started lifting off the ground, but due to his rage, he did not notice. His eyes turned a pure white and his hair started floating around his head. The unnamed lady stared at him, her eyes growing to the size of dinner plates. She looked around in a panic, trying to not get hit as the wind was moving the debris faster and faster, when she grabbed a large piece flying past her. She looked at it for a moment before smacking it into the side of Christophe's head, knocking him out.

Christophe opened his eyes groggily. He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Ugh, not again. Why does this keep happening to me? He thought in quiet desperation. As he took in the room, he noticed that he was alone. He took a moment to study the room he was in. It had crisp white walls, much like that of a hospital, and was very dimly lit, as the only window was boarded up and the light was turned down. The vines that were present in the previous room were in even more abundance in this room, they seemed to have planted themselves into the architecture of the building itself and yet some of them simply lie on the ground in various spots. He soon became aware of his body and that he was sitting up in a soft bed, but it had no covers nor a pillow.

The door slammed open, capturing Christophe's attention. It was the lady. He felt rage build up within him, mainly at her for kidnapping him for no apparent reason. He had never felt rage such as this, the kind that consumes his soul from the inside out, making it impossible to see anything besides the color red.

She strides into the room and stops right in front of him. "Get a hold of yourself. You're not going to accomplish anything from being angry." She sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. "My name is Cynthia. I brought you here to help our cause."

Christophe scoffed. "Yeah, sure you did. And I have no way to help your cause, I'm just a student who can barely make it through the day taking care of only myself." He knows how cliché this sounds, he has read a few books where the main character is hit with the startling realization that they have magical abilities. Well, that's not him. He already knows that he has power, at least to some extent. In the past, when his peers would make fun of him because of his height, his anger would power the wind and the kids would go flying. It took him years to control his rage, and he was doing a good job, until this woman, Cynthia, came along. "I know that I have abilities, and I know how to control them, but there's nothing a little wind can do to help you. Plus, you kidnapped me, so now I'm even less likely to help you."

Cynthia shakes her head, her black curls bouncing with the movement. "Don't worry, I already know that. I've been keeping tabs on you since you were born. You were destined to defeat the Threats harming this place." She gestured to the window, then to the vines surrounding the two of them. "Before the Threats took over, we could let the light in. They were the ones who unleashed the vines upon the world. These vines not only look horrendous, but they are poisonous to the touch. If an average person touches them, they die within the hour. Do you want the deaths of innocent civilians on your hands?"

Christophe knew the answer, and so did Cynthia. There was no way he would allow innocent people to die when he could have done something to prevent it. "Fine. I'll do what I can." He looked away. "It's a good thing I practiced control over my abilities. One less thing for you to 'train' me to do."

"Then let's get started." Cynthia looks are Christophe with a gleam in her eyes.