Rising From the Ashes

That was the last time I saw Ryker. Ten years have passed. I barely understood what had happened myself. I just remember waking up in a strange place. The last thing I remembered was being in the hospital, before the doctor came to get me to runs some tests. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a strange bedroom. Over time, I had come to find out that there had been a major warehouse fire, that I was somehow involved in. My parents had come there for some reason, but unfortunately they had died in the fire. It never made a lot of sense, but I quickly found out that no one cared to tell me what actually happened. The more questions I would ask, the more questions I would be left with. They would only tell me basic information. Such as, because I had no other family, and Ryker was too young to take care of me. I was placed into the foster system. I had been deemed an orphan. I wanted so much to see my brother again. I dreamt every night to have him back. That night, I

"Your girl?" The assailant nearly spits. His eyes narrowed. If looks could kill, Dan would be dead. "Yes, my girl. Destiny is working tonight." "No. She's not." The assailant snaps at him, gently pushing me in front of him.Dan raises his hand to firmly set it on my shoulder. Attempting to pull me to him. Without hesitating, the assailant grabs his hand, pulling it backwards. He immediately twists Dan's arm behind his back, pulling down. Dan cries out in pain, and several bouncers swarm around us. The assailant doesn't look the least bit fazed. "We're leaving." He says to no one in particular. Rather more of a statement. "You sir, are welcome to leave. But Destiny is staying here." Dan bites back, fighting off the pain in his shoulder. "That wasn't a question." The assailant bites back, swiftly pulling a gun from his side, and raising it to meet Dan's head. Dan immediately freezes, raising his head, and nods. The assailant wraps

About an hour later, I feel the car slowing down. We must be nearing our destination. I'm groggy from the events before, so I can only make out a few things, as I slip in and out of consciousness. I see beautiful mansions along the road. I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to grow up in a house like that. Suddenly the car comes to a stop, I feel absolutely confused as to where we are. After what just happened, I couldn’t even care less as to where we are. For the first time, I'm safe. We could arrive at a cardboard box in the middle of nowhere, and I would still love it, compared to staying at that house of horror for one more night.I find myself growing more tired. I decide to rest my eyes for a little bit. I can hear people talking. I can't make out who it is, or where it’s coming from. All I see is darkness, and the darkness is enticing me to go back to sleep. “Please Xaviar, I will do anything, but there’

After a short while, I walk into the room Xavier told me, and sit across from him on the couch. The room is lit by a giant fireplace across from us. I grab the blanket sitting at the top of the couch, and wrap it around myself. Pulling my feet close against me. I stare into the flames. It reminds me of that night.I continue to look at the fire, hypnotized by the flames. I no longer fear it, like I used to as a kid. But that doesn't mean I'll ever forget."Do you remember the fire?" I ask. Not really intending it to be a question, but more of a statement. Not allowing him to respond, I carry on."My parents were trapped, unable to escape their imminent deaths. That night took everything away from me. That night changed my life. My parents were trapped in that building where they burned to death. Then when I was taken into foster care, I was placed in so many horrible homes that I found my freedom by running. It was only once I was out of the homes that I felt sa

...Xavier POV...I wake up during the middle of the night, to screams of terror. I jump out of bed, trying to figure out what's going on. I can hear Lexi screaming. Without thinking, I immediately run from my room, running through the hall, until I reach her room. I look around, trying to figure out what is happening. Only to see her asleep. She must be having a nightmare. I hear her call out for her parents. I immediately feel a tang of pain knowing that they're gone.“Please! Anybody? Help!” She screams. I come close to her, and gently try to wake her from her night terror.“No! It can’t be you!” She screams. Tears are beginning to run down her cheeks. I lie down next to her, and try to comfort her. “No! Please! Leave me alone! Why won’t you just leave me alone!” I pull her close to me, running my hand through her hair, and placing gentle kisses along the si