Julia’s p.o.v
The moment I saw Klaus’s bandage soaked in blood; all my previous thoughts were erased. His wounds were opened. The Mohawk guy must’ve punched too hard. At this rate, if I don’t do something quick, Klaus was going to die. Then my eyes rested itself on the severely burnt body on the floor. It was eerie, a sight that came straight from a horror movie. What have Klaus done? This is murder, a brutal one at that. How are we supposed to dispose of the body?
“No! No! No! This is not a crime. Klaus did this out of self-defense,” I convinced myself. Oh yeah, Klaus. Every second of hesitation means a moment closer to his death. I don’t want another body to get disposed of. One is too much hard work already. But this is not the case. I have to help people in need no matter what, even if the person is too much of a jerk.
“Stay where you are, Klaus,” I said.
“I’m going to get help.”
At this point, call the doctor is what I must do. My expertise is not enough for this much damage. So I phoned the hospital, and then took some bandages from the grand cubbyhole and rushed to the kitchen as fast as my legs could carry me. When I reached the kitchen, my parents were already there. Mom was trying to heal Klaus’s wounds, looking genuinely worried while dad was examining the remnants of the red Mohawk guy with deep interest.
Klaus’s p.o.v
The soothing sound of the river flowing in the countryside was near to my ears. Distinctly, I could hear my sister’s voice, calling out sweetly for me, my younger sister, Pea.
“Big brother, big brother! Mother said to come home now for dinner. Pa will be back soon as well from work!” said Pea.
“Thank you for the notice, little sis!” I replied smiling broadly. I immediately head home together with Pea while holding her little hand. She was only 8 years old while I was 14 years old. I had another little brother, who was 11 years old, Darwin. He was cheerful and playful to the extreme. Father returned with souvenirs as usual. He never failed to bring something back even as simple as a feather.
His work required him to travel to many places, near or far so he often brought us souvenirs, some of which were weird sometimes. This time, he only went to two villages away from ours saying that he had to meet an old friend. I was given a long dark red scarf, while my little brother got a new fishing rod and Pea received a brand new pair of shoes. What I did not know was a medium sized box that my father brought home. It was neatly and creatively carved box. It was mysterious and eye-catching.
“Father, what is that?” I asked abruptly.
“Oh, this?! This is…uh…something I received from a friend. He told me to keep it safe while he’s gone. Do not mind it. Better yet, do not even get near it. It is rather an important item,” my father warned me. He was rather nervous about it. At that moment, I did not know that the box would lead me through so much hardship and sorrow in the future. That particular day, the mysterious box changed my life forever.
My eyes opened rather heavily. The feelings of unbearable pain surged through me as fast as I woke up. The light instantly and shortly blinded me. Without me realizing, I was crying. There were tears trickling down my cheek. My eyes were wet. Reminiscing the past would do me no good. It would only increase my pain which in my heart.
Suddenly, someone came through the sliding door. It was an old man followed by an old lady and at last Julia. I quickly wiped off my tears and tried to get up to a sitting position. However, my body was heavier than a boulder.
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“Please rest yourself. Your wounds are rather deadly. Do not force yourself. Lay down gently,” the woman said rather compassionately. It reminded me of my own mother and tears started to well up again in my eyes. Feeling awkward and embarrassed, I shifted my head to the opposite side, the wall.
“Stay in bed until you are recovered,” said the old man.
“I …I am not going to thank you for this,” I said reluctantly. The old man and the old woman just smiled and nodded silently. Julia on the other hand just dazed into the space.
Julia’s p.o.v
“What was that mark?” I spoke up finally after a long awkward silence. If Klaus was silent a few moments ago, now he was as still as a statue. Mom and dad looked at me with a you-know-this-is-not-the-right-time-to-ask-silly-questions expression.
“Juli, save your questions for later. Klaus needs rest,” my mum said. I ignored and continued.
“Klaus, what was that weird mark at the back of your hand?”
“There is no mark whatsoever, Juli. What are you talking about?” my mum finally snapped.
“You see, mom and dad. Klaus is an elemental like me. He can produce lightning. That burnt body at the kitchen. Klaus did that. But, you see, he had no label like you and me mom. But he had a weird tattoo appearing at the back of his hand when he used his powers just now. Well, I thought it was quite cool actually---but that’s not the point! It looks evil and it makes my hair stand on end,” I explained.
An awkward silence filled the air. Mum paused with her mouth half opened. Dad on the other hand was taken aback with the revelation, his eyes darken.
“Let me introduce myself, Klaus,” he finally said, as if talking to an enemy,
“I am Pascal Wincott, have you heard of me?”
Klaus shifted a little on the futon and so suddenly, got out of it, throwing his blanket aside and made himself a shield of lightning around him. Mum and I jumped; startled but none on dad’s muscle twitched even a little.
“Listen Klaus,” he began,
“Which devil did you had a contract with?!”---
“None of you exorcists ever had it right!” Klaus said literally, not in his own voice, but rather a low voice that echoed off the walls, very much like thunder.
“You are the one who is evil even when you seem to not realize it. The gods are simply misunderstood!”
“Klaus!” my dad raised his voice,
“What have you traded in for this power?”
This seemed to be quite a sudden question for Klaus, not as easy one too and I noticed that he seemed to be on the verge of crying.
“Whatever it was,” dad said,
“Will it bring any good to you in the end? Or…will it bring more destruction?”