This is an original story of my own writing. If you reuse it and claim it for your own I will cry. You don't want me to cry do you? *watery eyes* That being said I hope you read and enjoy this and that you come to enjoy Elyse and her crazy antics.
Chapter One - Her Eyes
Lightning flashed across the sky through the dark stormy night sky of London as rain poured down upon the stumbling form of a young blonde girl by the name of Elyse Deliar. The streets were devoid of life except for a few stragglers under their umbrellas that raced by, taking no notice of the young woman as she leaned against a stone wall breathing heavily. Her face was flushed with fever from staying out at night during the rainest part of the London summer for days on end. Blood flowed freely from a cut on her ankle and the pale skin was turning the ugly bluish purple of a bad sprain.
Somewhere in a remote part of Ely's mind, the part of her that kept her moving despite her undeniable urge to just fall and sleep for eternity, she goaded herself into moving. 'Shelter' She thought to herself. She needed to find shelter. Even an abandoned church was fine but she needed a place where they wouldn't find her. Her eyes glistened with tears of pain, held back by sheer force of will, as she stumbled forward, her breath hitching in pain with each step she took on her injured foot. The light from her body was dim, barely noticeable even in the dark alleyways. A bad sign for her. She was growing weaker as each moment passed and she could feel them coming.
"Tch. Idiots. As if I'll let them catch me that easily..." She coughed weakly, well she had meant it to be a laugh of derision... But a cough would have to do. She shut her eyes for a moment, concentrating, gathering the energy in her and the weak amount of light around her. Her eyes snapped open to reveal irises the full color spectrum in shade and glowing as time seemed to slow down around her. She could see each individual stream of light as is fell from the light sources and the way they reflected and bent. She raised one finger and touched the main light source that fell on her. The one from the light pole at the other end of the narrow alley way. As she touched it the stream split in two. Bending around her and joining again just behind her. Each of the other smaller streams followed suit and in the space of three seconds she faded from sight.
She grinned but stopped quickly to suppress a coughing fit. She had no control over sound and if they heard her she was done for. She stumble down the alleyway through the puddles of water towards a large dumpster she could hunker down behind. Splashes seemed to come from nowhere as her invisible foot stepped down in puddle after puddle and she winced imperceptibly as the sound of pounding footsteps appeared behind her. Letting loose all abandon she sprinted the extra ten or twenty feet and dove down beside the dumpster.
"Where is she?" She heard one of the suits, as she liked to call them, asked. "Don't stop looking!" A deeper voice commanded. "She's here! I can sense her presence!" Her eyes widened. They had a talent with them?! No wonder they kept finding her no matter how far she ran. She bit her lip and sunk down closer to the trashcan. 'They can't see me... They can't see me!' She thought to herself frantically. Her body shook in fear, or maybe it was just cold. It didn't matter much because what came next had nothing to do with fear.
She sneezed. And quite loudly at that. Her rainbow eyes widened in shock and she cursed mentally. "There!" One of the suits shouted and the pounding of feet resumed once more as the ran for her hiding place. A thick stream of insults as colorful as her eyes ran through her mind in the space of a second before she bit her lip and shut her eyes once more. When she opened them time once again seemed to slow around her as her brain sped up like the speed of light. Each stream bent to her will as she formed a mirage, one of the newer techniques she'd been working on. The figure was a translucent but accurate form of her. It'd be hard to tell she wasn't real. Especially in the dark, rain filled alley.
She made the illusion stand up and begin running down the alleyway as the men in the suits gave chase. As the illusion turned the corner and went out of Ely's sight is disappeared and she took off running the other way. Only to be stopped by a brick wall that wasn't there before. Well it seemed like a brick wall but was in fact another suit. "Caught you girly." He was the owner of the gravely voice and the talent. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet, capturing her as her invisibilty faded away because of the lapse in concentration. She squealed in pain and anger at her capture and gathered up all the energy left in her body and in her reserves. The glow that had been dim and fading from her body strengthened suddenly as she let loose all her power without any real thought as to show she should release it.
The alley way was filled with blinding bright white light and the man released her, covering his eyes as her cursed in pain. She fell heavily to the ground and bounced against the wet road. She reached out, trying to find something to pull herself up with but it was too late. The darkness was closing in from the corners of her eyes as if she was falling slowly into a deep black lake. She had just enough time to release a single tear that fell from her cheek and mixed into the water of the road before she fell into unconciousness and the glow from her body faded completely.
When she awoke it was from a drugged sleep and was like pushing through layers of cotton inch by painful inch. Her body felt numb but the fever had faded and the pain in her ankle had been dulled down to an ache equivalent of having a dull pencil grinding against your skin perpetually. She sat up in the bed to look at her stark white surrounding with a sense of uninterest. She had lost the game. She had been caught. At least she wasn't sick and dying anymore. Her dirtied clothes had been replaced with a simple blue dress and as she swung her legs out of the bed she noticed her ankle had been bound in cloth that was actually less white than the walls around her. She sighed and climbed from the bed, careful not to put any real weight on the injured ankle and began to inspect her surroundings.
Chapters 2-5 will be added here when they have finished the revision stage.
Trisphee
