When Cithians Attack

Chapter 4 Time To Run

  I appeared in front of my house. It is a white mansion. Two white bars hold up the roof of the house. I went onto the porch and touched the swing. The garage opened. Beside it, I see a green window.

  I went inside. My dad came towards me. He was dressed in a blue dress shirt and jeans. His eyes were green.His hair was dark brown. He stomped his feet as he came towards me.

  “Meet me outside.” he said

  “Why?” I said.

  “Just do it.” he said.

  I went back outside. I started to cry. He must know that I injured Jaren. I can’t believe he’s so angry at me. He almost never acts this way.

  A midnight blue mustang backed out of the garage. Food wrappers and bags were thrown all over the floor of it. My dad stuck his head out the driver's window.

  “Get in.” he said

  I got in the mustang. My dad drove up to the stop sign. My dad glared at me.

  “Skyrid, I want to know what happened.” he said.

  “It was just a fight.”

  “Just a fight? You put him in the hospital!”

  “You mean, he’s alive?”

  “Yes. Jaren’s alive.”

  The reporter was right. Jaren was miraculously alive. I feel so relieved. Like a huge worry had been lifted off my shoulders.

  We started driving again.

  “Dad, how is he?” I said.

  My dad gripped the wheel hard. “The doctors say his temperature is above normal.” he said.

  “I didn’t mean to do it.” I said.

  “I know. I saw the footage from the safe room.”

  “Dad, do you think I’m a freak?”

  My dad pulled over.

  “Skyrid, I’m a cithian too.” he said

  “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

  “I wanted to wait until you had your malfunction so that you’d understand.”

  My dad drove back onto the road. I looked behind us. I saw a black S.U.V with a siren on top of it. A man in a white uniform was the driver.

  “Oh shoot, it’s the Strikers!” I said. I tapped my feet nervously.

  My dad better think of something. I do not want to go back to the Striker Prison camp.

  The Striker held a megaphone up to his mouth. .

  “Pull over, Cithians!” he said.

  “Quick, Skyrid, press the red button!” My dad said.

  I pressed the red button. A green orb came down around us. I beat my fists against the orb. A white portal appeared in front of us.

  We were pulled into it- the car shook from side to side as we were pulled in and the orb drained a lot of our energy into it.

  We appeared in front of a white building with an Orange Needle on it. The green orb disappeared. We landed on the asphalt and got our energy back.

  My dad drove us into the parking lot. It was crowded. Almost every parking spot was filled. Thoughts ran through my mind. We better find a parking spot. I want to see Jaren again before he dies.

  My dad parked his mustang. My dad handed me a black survival bracelet.

  “What is it?” I said.

  “It’s a device that’ll cloak your true identity.”

  “How?”

  “Here, it’s a special mirror. It’ll show you what you like to other Hitons.”

  I looked like an officer with a white uniform on. A medal badge was on my chest along with a nametag that said: General Clayton, Co-Head Striker. Two yellow ropes were hanging down from my right shoulder. Handcuffs were buckled onto my belt. My eyes were turned into a light brown. My hair disappeared. My face turned milky white. A green ball cap appeared on my head that had three silver stars on it.

  “Why did you choose the Co-head Striker as my disguise instead of someone less important?” I said.

  “I chose him because he’s the only other Striker that has an appointment to see Jaren.

  I was a striker. If I’m right, everyone will see me as the Co-Head Striker.

  They say this Striker is one of the most powerful Strikers. He was once a Cithian, but he gave up his light powers to be gifted the dark powers.

  It was said that Furliceo Woolsley gave him his powers. Furliceo is the Master Striker. He’s feared by all. He’s our greatest enemy.

  He blames the Cithians for causing his pain. His pain is really a warrior power possession. He was possessed by his powers and turned evil by them.