Forty ran from the window looking as the beam of light that the lead guy shot out of his hands arched toward the house.
“Dad they’re here. “ He barely had time to dive to the floor as the blast knocked out the wall he was just standing near sending debris raining down on him. Nails and glass shards cut his arms and face as he attempted to shield himself from the worst of it. His blonde hair quickly staining red and brown as the dust began to settle. When he was sure there was nothing left to fall. He got up and slowly continued his journey down the hall. He stopped briefly to examine the body of one of the housekeepers, Connie or Carolina he could never tell them apart neither spoke very good English or spoke to him much at all. But he was sad to see her lying there a wood beam acting as a broken dam for the red river currently escaping her head. She wasn’t breathing, he was glad, he had heard they sometimes made the help suffer worse for choosing to stay. Seeing her lying there he realized that he might have fared better if he had shared her fate in that initial blast. But he kept going. ‘Only pussies wish for death to ease the pain. You’re a fighter so fight. Get to dad. Plan. Call for help. Go. She’s gone, staring at her isn’t going to bring her back. Go. Fight’ he took another couple seconds to mentally psych himself back up, then started running again.
Everyone always said this house was bigger than it had any right to be. Nearly 8 of his 19 years had been spent calling this place home. Learning all the stories these halls whispered at night. But try as he might, he couldn’t recall a single thing about the house from before he had returned from school a week ago. None of the doctors or the medics could understand what was wrong with him. They poked and prodded and questioned and prodded some more. Still no answers as to what was wrong with his memory or why it was selective as to what he could and could not remember. Sometimes a single moment in an otherwise whole conversation or an entire person would just be missing from his memory. There was something else nagging at him, some secret about himself that he should know. He thought for the first couple of days that maybe he was gay but he couldn’t bring himself to think that way about any guys and even when he convinced himself that he was gay he still felt that nagging sensation that he was missing some vital piece of himself. He suspected his dad actually did know what happened to his memories but was either too ashamed or too scared to tell him the truth.
“…A falling star, fell from your heart…” The lead guy sang as he stepped through the now gaping wall. He smiled at the sound of glass crunching under his feet. Armed men in suits rushed past Forty as he ran toward what he thought was safety. The men rushed guns drawn to the trio of young men that now calmly advanced in the direction of Forty.
“Freeze or we’ll-“
“…you left me in the dark!..” The leader belted out. Some of the armed men immediately grabbed their faces, hands covering eyes, or fingers splayed in front of them trying to hold onto what vision remained. Others maintained their vision long enough to see their comrades reactions to the boys words and his smile as the trio began to march through the armed men.
“Johnson, Oh My God. You’re eyes are bleeding.” One of the armed man said to his partner.
“I can’t see. Everything is just black.”
“Don’t worry Johnson, you are one of the lucky ones. It will wear off in a few hours and you will just be night blind. It’s the guys who can still see who should worry. My brother saw my eyes bleed. We thought it was because he was stronger than I was. Until he started screaming. I thank God every day I never saw what actually happened. I hadn’t fought off the poison they pumped into my system, when my powers flared like they will for you in a while, it made me pass out. You won’t be so lucky. Whatever happens to this guy is going to be the first thing you see.” The leader said resuming his progress down the hall.
“Here Potus, Potus, Potus. Here boy.” The lead boy taunted as he walked down the hall.
Forty reached his father’s office rushing past the guards that were blocking the entry. He shut the door behind him as he entered.
“Dad they’re here!”
“Yeah I know. I have an evacuation team coming for us now. They should be here any second.”
“Why are they coming for us dad?”
“I don’t know son.”
“You shouldn’t lie dad!” Forty said his voice draining of emotion.
“Carey?” The President said questioning his son. Gun fire erupted outside the door causing the President to flinch. Forty remained immobile staring at him. “Carey what is wrong with you?”
The sound of singing started to leak through as the clatter of bullets died down.
“…Thousand armies couldn’t keep me out. I don’t want your money. I don’t want your Crown. See I’ve come to burn your Kingdom down…”
The extraction team showed up in the office with the First lady and three suitcases and immediately made preparations for the First family to be removed from the premises.
“… and no rivers and no lakes can put my fire out. You raised the stakes so, I’m going to smoke you out…” The body of a guard was thrown the door creating a hole that the lead boy looked through at the President.
“Here’s Johnny!” The lead boy yelled.
The extraction team immediately grabbed the First Family and teleported out of the room but not before the lead boy could grab a hold of one of the extractions team members’ powers.
“Catch you later Forty, you two Mr. Forty-five.” He smiled at them as they disappeared.
To Be Continued
Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine
-Manny L Birch