Thread: Burning Desires (Tallow & darkangel76)

The blow Emmy felt against her cheek hurt immensely. If she had to make a bet it would leave a bruise, she would. But she didnt have time to think on such things. She was in trouble and she most definitely did not have the upper hand. The man on her back was strong, gifted. And it was clear that his intentions were very far from honorable. Emmys mind reeled with all the possible outcomes of her current situation. None of them were good. Despite that, she continued to fight back. But each time she did, the man would hit her, hurt her. Finally, she felt like all was lost. Her body began to shut down, her mind trying to find some place safe to retreat to. For it was no use. There was no way she could win this struggle and she knew it. Her only defense now, with the lighter so far away and her ability to create, not just manipulate, fire so unstable and unpredictable, was to withdraw. As Emmys mind retreated further and further away, she suddenly realized that he was off her. How it happened, she had no idea. Blinking, she sat up and began to frantically glance around at her surroundings. Stay where you are, came a voice. It was male and it was directed at Emmy. She looked over to where the voice was coming from and could make out the silhouette of a tall long-haired man wearing a long jacket. She had no idea who he was, but she didnt care. He seemed to be helping her. Emmy listened to what the man had said. At that moment, she was too terrified not to. That other guy was somewhere and she didnt want to have another run-in with him. She looked at the man whod somehow saved her and realized he was looking at something in particular. She turned her head to see what it was and there before her eyes was the guy from the bar. Her assaulter. She gasped at the sight of him, her blue eyes watering a little. Emmy wanted to run, the man standing next to her had told her to stay put. She looked more closely at her assaulter. It was odd. He seemed to be stuck to the wall somehow, but there was nothing holding him there. Nothing she could see. She then realized that his feet were not touching the ground, they were hovering above it by about half a foot. Oh my god, Emmy spoke in a hoarse whisper. She looked over at the man standing next to her, her blue eyes wide. She knew what he was. Like herself, like her assaulter he was gifted. The assaulter let out gasps and chokes just then as he tried to clutch at his throat. There was nothing there, but something was choking him. Telekinetic, Emmy thought to herself as she looked at her rescuer. Telekinetics were the most feared of those who were gifted, not that any of them ever let anyone know they had any kind of ability in the first place for fear of the public's reaction. They could move things, from heavy to light, from single to many, without much thought, manipulate energy fields around any object be it alive or otherwise. There was also the rumor that they left no psychic residues whenever they used their abilities. Very unlike the others who were gifted. The assaulters face slowly began to turn shades of blue and purple. Emmy could see that he was unable to get air. He was dying. Her rescuer was killing him. She felt herself shiver at the thought even though after what he'd tried to do she wished death upon him as well. It was that it was so easy for her rescuer to crush the guys neck and without even having to lay a hand on him. Regardless of the fear and confusion running through her mind and coursing through her veins, she stayed still. Watching. Finally, the assaulter stopped struggling, his body went limp and no more sounds escaped his blue-tinted lips. Emmys rescuer turned away from the scene to look down at her, letting the assaulter drop to the ground with a loud thud. Emmy knew that her assaulter was dead and that her rescuer had been the one to kill him. She wondered what he wanted. If he was going to kill her as well. Shaking, Emmy looked up into her rescuers face, her blue eyes wet with unshed tears. Who the hell are you? she asked.