|Call Me Father (standard:fantasy, 742 words)|
|Author: Allen, Kira||Added: Jul 26 2009||Views/Reads: 1603/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Written for a 24 hour short story contest, interesting things happen at a carnival.|
The carnival had just begun. Raeanne had finished her cotton candy and was licking her sticky fingertips as she felt a drop of water on her brunette hair. She looked up, noticing the dark storm clouds filling the sky above the carnival. She jogged towards a red and white striped tent, wanting to get out of the rain. Lightning struck one of the tents and a flood of people fled the collapsing tent, all running. Except for the old, psychic woman, wearing too much makeup and too many rings, carrying a crystal ball. She walked, slower than most people would while being exhausted. But she didn't look exhausted one bit. She looked scared, and furious. As the psychic walked towards Raeanne, her eyes went from a peaceful blue to blank white. Raeanne felt stunned and couldn't move. She trembled from head to toe. The psychic halted, then slowly raised her arm and pointed a ring encrusted finger at Raeanne. “You!” the psychic hissed. Raeanne backed up slightly. She didn't dare run from her though. Raeanne was now soaked from the rain. A bolt of lightning hit between Raeanne and the psychic, momentarily blinding Raeanne. When she opened her eyes again, the psychic woman was less than a foot away. She grabbed Raeanne's shoulders, her long nails digging into Raeanne's back. The psychic shook Raeanne and shoved her to the ground. Raeanne was speechless and could not breathe. She propped herself up with her arm and starred at the psychic, who was standing over her, hissing quietly. “It's you, Raeanne. Raeanne Maria Benson. You are the one!” “What am I?” Raeanne asked, barely able to pronounce the words. She still couldn't breathe right. “You are the one. The one with the ability to end the world. You control everything and everyone. But guess what?” the psychic hissed, “I have the power to end you.” The corners of the psychic's mouth turned up as she snickered evilly. “What's your name?” Raeanne asked the psychic. “Demetria.” The psychic replied. “Well then, Demetria,” Raeanne started, as she stood up and walked around her, “If it is I who controls everything and everyone, then doesn't that mean that I control you? So you can't end me.” Raeanne said fiercely. “But see little girl, that's where you are wrong.” Demetria said, making Raeanne look puzzled and become confused. “Little girl, you control everything and everyone. Except for me. I control you. Here, let me show you.” By then a large crowd of people had formed a circle around Raeanne and Demetria. Demetria signaled Raeanne to come closer with a long bony finger. Raeanne walked up to her, keeping at least three feet away from the evil looking woman. She took her crystal ball out of her pocket and held it towards the young girl. Raeanne grasped the heavy crystal and tried to decipher the cloudy image within. As it became clearer, she could recognize herself as well as Demetria in the crystal. Raeanne was in mid air, being attacked by the crazy psychic. The small girl stumbled back, allowing the heavy crystal to slip from her grasp and shatter on the hard, wet pavement beneath her. Her eyes were wide in fear. Demetria raised her arm slowly, and Raeanne flew into the air. She squirmed but couldn't get down. Demetria rose into the air, pulling daggers from her skirt pocket, one in each hand. She threw them at Raeanne, but they stopped less than a foot away from the child and dropped to the ground. Demetria and Raeanne also fell from mid air to the ground, puzzled. The rain stopped and a creature, half man, half bird, swooped down to Demetria. “Demetria, I thought I told you not to go after the girl!” “I can do whatever I feel, Father!” hissed Demetria. Demetria's father grabbed hold of the old woman's shoulders and breathed in deeply. Demetria shook frantically and fell to the ground as he let go. “What did you do?” asked Raeanne. “I removed her powers. You know longer have anything to worry about, sweet girl.” Demetria's father replied calmly. “Th-thank you, s-sir.” Raeanne stuttered. “Call me Father.” The creature said kindly. He pushed off the ground and flew out of sight. Raeanne stood there, frozen in shock. Demetria stood up, her eyes back to a peaceful blue. She walked up to Raeanne, and said in a sweet, high-pitched voice, “Hello, young girl. I'm Demetria, you are?” Tweet
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