I never imagined I would go to prison. It’s weird, but I guess I always set my life apart from the normal world. Well with a family like mine, it’s hard to believe one of us would go to prison! I’m in prison because of my father, but he’s not my father. My father died with mom when my kids were still all going to school.
I know it’s not my fault that I’m here, and maybe I should’ve tried escaping using my power, but not only is that wrong, but I doubt I’d be able to get out. I’m not really that strong.
In the end maybe I do deserve to be here, maybe not serve a life sentence, but…
Eliott died because of me. He probably still blamed me with his last breath. His big sister who had everything and bragged about it in his face. I guess it’s not that surprising that he pointed a gun at me.
But I don’t like it here. I want to see my kids’ faces. I hadn’t seen James in weeks! I want to see Raphaele and her baby when she manages to get pregnant. I want to see if Lance is going to be serious with his girlfriend. I want to see my sweet Aliska. I haven’t seen her in such a long time. I want to see Simon get better again.
Tears prickled my eyes, and I bit my bottom lip to try and keep them at bay. I can’t cry now! If I do the other inmates will hear me and…well I don’t want to have a repeat of last time.
This is my punishment for being foolish. For thinking I was done with my dad. He left us alone for twenty years! And now that he’s come back, everything goes downhill all over again. Carla was there too. I saw her in the attic. He managed to pull her onto his side. I guess Simon was right, we hadn’t been able to raise her. She went with Velor in the end.
The familiar sound of a police’s officer’s shoes resounded through the corridors. You could also hear the faint clacking of sandals.
But it wasn’t the weird fact that someone in prison was wearing sandals that made me get up to see what was happening, it was the sudden clamor of the other prisoners.
“Hey hey hey what’s this now?”
“Look at you struttin’ your stuff, you some high class punk?”
“You sure you came to the right place? This ain’t no five star hotel.”
“What’s up with him, what the hell’s going on here? Hey! Hey! What’s with that smirk!? You wanna fight!?”
The voices all simultaneously quieted down and backed up from the bars as if they were on fire.
A dark and huge presence had suddenly invaded the place. I’ve never trained my power, I never dared, so I’m not sensitive to mental related powers. Even if I tried I couldn’t sense if Velor was around or if he was using his power. The only time I ever did was when he controlled me to kill Rehal.
But this time, I couldn’t not have felt that presence if I wanted to. And I bet you everyone here felt it too. It was overwhelming and oppressive. Almost as if a huge wave of dark fog had spilled into the prison corridors.
Who could it be? Who could have such a terrifying influence?
I was too shocked to think properly as I heard the steps coming closer.
Who had such a dark aura?
My golden-eyes finally met their copies as the two people stopped in front of my cell.
One of them was my son. My James. He was the one who’d emitted that darkness. Seeing me he gave me a small proud smile.
“James, what are you doing here?”
‘I’ve come to break you out.’ He signed as the police officer unlocked my door.
I won’t hide it, I’m really happy to be let out of prison, but even a fool would be able to see it. My son was using his power to control a police officer. He was abusing it, using it as he wished just like Velor. If I’m going to be let out of prison, it has to be the right way. Not like this.
But even so, I stepped outside my cell once the officer opened it.
James gestured for me to follow him and started to walk off.
I reached out and grabbed his wrist. I’m not too sure what came over me.
Watching his strong back as he walked down the corridor, clearly proud of what he’d accomplished by coming here, it felt like I had to run to catch up to him. And for a short moment I felt like I was losing him, maybe that’s why I reached out to hold him back.
James looked back at me slightly confused, his proud smirk still on his face. He was making a face that almost said ‘it doesn’t matter how much you stall we’re getting out of here whether you like it or not’.
Was this still my James? He’s changed so much…he’s not the small boy who was scared to tell his friends about his power or the child who liked to keep his social circle small. No, what I’m looking at now is a man who knows what and who he is, and a man who’s proud of it.
My son has grown too quickly.
I let go of his wrist.
James….I don’t really approve of what you’re doing, but as long as you don’t shut me out, I’ll be as happy as a mother can be.
My heart surged, since I don’t have a choice against escaping from prison, I guess it’s okay to be excited to see everyone’s faces again.
After I broke mom out of jail, I dropped her off at home and took the plane back to Stonebridge. I guess I could’ve stayed a little longer, but Kyxa was waiting for me back at Stonebridge with Rocky and I was excited to meet a certain person again.
Since I used to use my power practically every day, turns out I was never at my best. But after two months of not using it at all my magic tank is full. I’m powerful enough to scan in an area of ten or twelve houses.
We just needed to let out a small rumor that I was hiding out in Stonebridge and Assaria had come running back, dragging the Weapon with her. After that it was a matter of taking a small walk down the neighbourhoods until I found the witch’s mind.
“It took you long enough. Do you enjoy hiding like a coward Whitelight?” Assaria said, looking down at me. I smirked and Kyxa let out a small chuckle. Two months of me gone and she already got back her confidence? I kind of want to make this last, so that I can see the look of defeat she’ll wear once she realizes just how strong I’ve become.
How safe does she think she is, with the Weapon so conveniently placed behind her?
Her mind extended hesitantly towards mine, clearly unsure whether I had regained my powers or not. I let her touch mine, making her believe I had no mental barriers whatsoever.
“Your impulsivity is verging on ridiculous stupidity.” She laughed. I guess I could’ve mentally attacked her from the start, but there was certain entertainment at the idea of finishing her this way.
She hadn’t even noticed that I’d taken control of the weapon.
“Is it all because of this book? Or are you really a good Samaritan?” She asked as she pulled out the children’s book.
I tensed in shock and quickly stopped the Weapon from draining the witch. I can’t believe I almost forgot about that! I need to have the witch release my kid and she can’t really do that if she doesn’t have any powers now can she?
Well, looks like I’ll have to fight her mentally first. That’s fine.
“So it really is the book? Well dear, for your life I’ll-” Assaria started to brag, but now I wanted to end this quickly. I wanted to finally see this child.
Without any warning I interrupted her by walking into her mind, breaking her stone barriers as if they were made of paper. It was so easy it was actually disappointing. I at least expected her to train since the last time I broke her mind. Eh oh well.
Kyxa smiled and leaned against my shoulder as Assaria’s smirk disappeared.
“You-” The witch’s voice was much too annoying, I made her shut up and take out the book.
Mariposa and Anna quickly realized something was wrong, but the moment the thought of interfering crossed their minds, I took control of them and immobilized them. I’d take care of those two after I’d beat up the ‘big bad boss’.
A look of contempt and anger was plastered on the witch’s face as she cast the releasing spell on the book. It was very satisfying to watch as she uselessly struggled against my control.
Finally the book was thrown back on the floor; its contents had appeared in the witch’s arms.
A baby boy. I was the father of a baby boy. A soft smile appeared on my lips at the sight of him. Finally, he gets to see what it really is like outside.
Assaria’s continuous struggle against my control brought me back to reality.
I walked up and took my baby boy from her arms. Holding that little boy in my arms…a nice happy feeling washed over me.
Hi buddy, I’m your dad.
Now I’d love to keep staring at you, but I gotta finish a few things first.
Kyxa smiled as I handed my boy over to her. I turned back to Assaria, just as the Weapon lunged at her and quickly drained her of her usable magic.
Assaria fell to her knees, succumbing from the shock of having what defined her abruptly sapped away. The Weapon had pulled out whatever supernatural part of her there was and claimed it as its own. Assaria was now no more than a natural.
“How does it feel to be powerless?” I made Mariposa ask for me.
“Kill me. I do not wish to entertain you with idle chatter.” The witch spat. She’d accepted her defeat.
Kill her? No. Not when the want to die was being emitted so strongly from her. I’m not nice enough to grant her that wish. I’ll let her rot in the prison Kyxa built.
Finally done with that matter, I turned to Anna and Mariposa. I used to feel so strongly for Mariposa, but now…she seems pathetic to me.
I could feel their weak minds attempting to struggle against me. They both wanted to say something, but I couldn’t care less.
I made the Weapon drain their supernatural side as well. Their wings dissipated into thin air and they fell to their knees from the shock, just as Assaria had done.
“What are you going to do with them?” Kyxa asked.
That was a good question. I didn’t really want to kill them nor did I want to waste prison space on these two. I could just let them be. They can’t do much harm now, and to be honest, they couldn’t do much harm in the beginning either.
So, I turned my back to them, Assaria and the Weapon involuntarily following behind, and went to see my son.
I think you need a name bud. How does Xavier sound?
Fun fact. BABIES CAN TELEPORT. I don’t know why I’m so flabbergasted by this, but I am.
Anyway, first baby of generation has finally arrived on scene! I’ve been waiting to know what this baby is gonna be for ages! Is it a boy is it a girl? Vampire or witch? Well, little Xavier is a little witch boy!
I’m so happy, I was actually scared he’d be a vampire for a second there. It’s been two generations with a vampire, I’d like to at least have the possible choice to NOT have a vampire. Not that I’m against vampires, because I love James, but we need some variety here, and it’s been a while since I’ve seen some witches in the family. BASICALLY. I’m happy with little Xavier.