I was wondering what everyone thinks of this short story I made for school to use as a basis for an illustration I have to do.
I had never been known as a normal person with no place to call home. Every day I would suffer discrimination at the first glimpse of anyone I ever came across. For I knew that I was no ordinary human being, but rather a spectacle for which the world to shutter upon as if I were to blame for their suffering. The torment always crossed my mind, reminding me to remain adamant at will and to never think upon such negativity. Proceeding with a hardened temper, with an equally serious and stern look. However, I must never falter on my mission, the person that which I seek to destroy. The memories flood my mind, the maniacal persona and an equally sweltering rage to fit it. His hair, flowing like a river of lava down his head and eyes that could ignite you from gazing into them. Sometimes, I wonder if I could ever defeat such a unique opponent, as we are merely two sides of the same blade. His sleek and bare looking upper body (much to my own) is not to be misunderstood, but others soon pay the price for their misjudgments. Oh, what a misery it is to see so many people slaughtered and charred at the scene of the incident's aftermath. He's always out there, paving destruction for his own benefits. I must remind myself, "Never forget, he's out there waiting; to make his move upon me..."
A great meadow is now surrounding me in the depths of the night with my spiky-frilled hair glistening off of the light beaming from the moon. I could clearly see what was around me, as this reminiscent light showed me the environment. This scenery is much contrary to the usual experience of burned down cities and annihilation. It seems that my enemy's hands have yet to touch this graceful area. However, I must continue my hunt for this perpetrator. Full of haste, I crossed the open fields and entered the unwelcoming and seemingly dismal forest. The feeling of adrenaline surged through my body, I had a sense of anticipation.
Realizing to myself, "Running, for what reason? Has this eerie situation of not being surrounded by the usual havoc put me in a stage of fright?"
Somewhere deep in the forest at an unknown location, I paused suddenly. My emotion flooded from anticipation to a feeling akin to intense danger as my heart pulsated heavily. Something definitely was wrong, my senses told me this and my skin crawled up.
Without warning, a source of light emerged from the north. Catching my eye, I quickly turned to the left, posing towards this light. Momentarily, I stared at the light source with a blank stare. Instinctively, I knew what was coming; a giant heat wave that could be only generated from one thing. In retaliation, I could only set up a barrier of ice to counter-act the scorching wave around my personal area. As the inferno made impact, everything around me was decimated. Out of the wreckage, I recognized that undeniable voice emerge.
"At last, I have found you. There's no escape this time!" he boasted.
Through the haze, the figure emerged. I gave a cold stare, not even uttering a word out to the advisory that stood before me. He started charging towards me in a fury, to which I responded by encasing my external extremities with multiple layers of ice instantaneously. Normally, one would believe that freezing something or someone would stop all motion. In my case however, at a microscopic level the ice crystals were fashioned in the same sense as chain mail. Not only did this serve to enable mobility, but each of these tiny fragments evenly distributes force onto what is struck and nothing else. I took my stance, focused on the objective ahead, and reassured myself that this fight would not be won so easily.