Inheritance

Chapter 14- Useless

I opened my eyes and yawned. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling off. Something wasn't right.
I swung out of bed and looked out the window. Nothing SEEMED amiss, although that doesn't really mean anything. Then I heard faint talking. It was muffled and quiet, coming from the window. Curious I opened it.
"I'm scared, Solus... What if he ends up changing? He's a really nice guy. I don't want anything to happen to him."
"I know that, but there's nothing we can do."
"What if we reinforced the enchantments? Wouldn't it hold out for-"
"It wouldn't work. I'm sorry."
"Why not...?"
"It would hurt him even more then he already is. I can't make enchantments like that. It takes practice and time, neither of which I have right now."
"Then can Blaise make the enchantments? She seems older and-"
"Age makes no difference. Besides, she's technically my age."
"Then what can we do?? I don't want him to turn into a... evil being."
"Ash, I don't know."
I stepped away from the window. They were talking about me, I knew it. And I didn't blame them. I knew it was coming too.
I turned away and got dressed, a bit frustrated. Then I teleported away, vanishing into the shadows that was my magic.

I walked through the abandoned park, my hands in my pockets, as I thought. What could I do? How do I stop my own magic? It was useless...
Besides, all I ever wanted was power. The power to prove myself. The power to defeat my enemies...
Why would I waste this chance?
The thought brought me up short, and I shook my head. This really WAS useless.
Then I heard a snap of a stick being broken behind me.
I froze in place, not daring to turn. I listened carefully for anything out of the ordinary, but all there was was just dead silence. I slipped my hands out of my pockets, preparing to summon my weapon. Suddenly I heard a whistle, and I turned to get a arrow in the gut. I stumbled and fell, the air rushing out of my lungs from the impact. I gasped for air, trying desperately to breathe in. I faintly heard the sound of footsteps. I growled and sat up, refusing to die on the ground.
I felt the arrow stab me as the pain registered. I bit my lip and stood up anyways, bringing out my dark weapon.
I looked around, but didn't see anybody. I knew they were there though, and I knew WHO was there.
"Come out of the shadows, and fight me like the warriors you are. I'm in no mood for a assassins battle."
Alex walked out with Scar, both on either side of me. In a way, I was surrounded. I clenched my fist over the handle of my blade.
"If you wanted to die as a warrior, you should have asked. I've had my share of those fights." Alex swung his sword around and rested it on his shoulder, his other hand holding his whip.
"Then again, you never were one for open battle. You don't have the guts, Azriel."
I smirked.
"Azriel I am, and a fight you shall get." Scar looked confused by my play of words. Instead of waiting for her to get it, I jumped in the air, twisted, and brought my blade down towards Alex.