Capítulo 207: Absence
I paced across the floor in my room. Where is Wyatt? I'd felt danger. I'd felt as if he was about to die. I needed him.
It calmed me when he was around. Making the panic I feel around all the people fade to the back of my mind. I still had to head to the arena, but I really didn't want to be around people. I had about an hour to get there, but I really didn't want to be around people. It reminded me of that.
I shook my head, and sat down. The feeling had faded two days ago, but Wyatt wasn't back yet. His match was after mine. Savannah had been staying in his room while he was gone. She didn't want to stay in mine since I'm a guy.
I paced the room again. I didn't want to fight without him. I sat down on the nearest chair. My mind started going back to what he did.
"No," I gripped the back of my head, "I don't want to think about that now. Not again."
I pulled my feet up on the seat of the chair. Hugging my knees close to my chest.
"I don't want to think about that," I buried my face in my knees, "When are you coming back Wyatt?"
I looked up, and checked the time. I couldn't be late. It always went bad when I was. I needed to go. I couldn't be late.
It would hurt if I was. I stood up, and went outside the room. I formed a barrier with my telekinesis just millimeters away from the outside of my uniform. At least that way no one would touch me accidentally. I crossed the almost empty field at a jog.
Most people would be in their seats now. How was I going to fight with so many people around? No. I couldn't do it. I'd fail.
Failing was just as bad as being late. It would hurt. My scars starting pulsing beneath my shirt as my heart rate picked up. They'd started fading when my bond with Wyatt had formed, but they were still there. They were still a reminder of what happened when I didn't do what I was supposed to.
People lie. Not to be trusted. I walked into the prep room. The other nineteen competitors were already there. I couldn't go near them.
They might tell them if I messed up. I was beginning to think that this was a mistake. I couldn't beat my brother. He was far too strong. I'm going to lose.
The room lights turned red. Signaling that we were supposed to go out. I crossed the room last following the others. There were ten circles on the floor. Each one had a referee.
We were directed to the circle we were meant to fight in, and then each one of the circles rose twenty feet. Becoming raised arena's. Ten fights would be run at the same time. All broadcast on massive hollo screens so that the spectators could get a better look at the fights they were enjoying the most. I stood across from a confident young woman.
I didn't know what her ability was, and I could barely look her in the eye. Let alone fight her. I stared at her feet. She slammed her foot down the instant the start sound went off. Four balls of what looked like earth flew into the air, and she then punched them.
Sending them at me with enough speed to knock normal folks off their feet. I blocked them automatically. Stumbling back a step since I'd underestimated the force of the attack a little. I couldn't look at her face. I can't win.
I always lose. My brother, and parents had ground the fact that I was a loser. I didn't know what I could do to fight back. I didn't know what I could do against her. There were to many eyes on me.
I shouldn't be here. I continued to block attacks with little to no retaliation. Any retuned attacks I did send at her were weak at best. I didn't miss, but I didn't hurt her either. My muscles stayed tense to the point that they were starting to shake.
Then something changed. I stopped her rock attacks. Just holding them in place as I sank into the feeling of Wyatt's presence. I couldn't let myself lose while he was watching. I kept catching her rock attacks until I had twenty of them.
She tried pulling them back from me. They didn't budge. I started moving them around slowly at first. Rotating them around myself to start with. Then speeding them up until a barely visible cyclone was formed.
Now she was beginning to get worried. She couldn't yank her own attack out of my control. I ramped up the strength of my telepathy. Crushing her stones until they were compressed down to the size of marbles. Then I shot them at her.
She was to slow to dodge my attacks as they punctured both arms, and both legs. blowing holes big enough to fit a finger into each one. She screamed as she collapsed.
"Do you yield?" I still had six rocks to throw at her, "Because if you don't I may do permanent damage."
I grew bolder as Wyatt came closer to the arena. I wanted to see him. If I saw him I would feel a lot better. She was crying, and in pain.
"I will keep attacking if you don't yield," I had the six I was still controlling rotate in a circle in front of myself, "You won't like that."
She looked at me with a hopeless expression. I sent a rock her way. Striking her shoulder with a slower attack than the last one. It still broke her shoulder. Sending a fresh wave of tears down her cheeks.
"I yield," she gave up.
I smiled as I looked at the referee. He called the match, and our particular circle lowered back down to level out with the floor. She was packed up, and escorted to the medical ward. I rushed out of the arena hoping I could catch a glimpse of Wyatt before he went into the prep room. I started looking for him.
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