Mark didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t let this happen and he could feel that his body was morphing into fight mode as the sharp razor like bumps protruded out of his skin and his inner strength surged.
He quickly jumped to his feet, wiping the blood off of his face and walked over to the guy who now had his back to him and grabbed him by the hair backwards throwing in onto the ground. His head hit the floor with a band and Mark could see his eyes rolling behind his head.
“Don’t touch our friend!” the other guys started saying as they began to charge.
“Don’t mess with me!” Mark said.
“Give me a break sex on the beach boy!” the guys said.
Then, mark felt someone try to shove him from behind. He quickly turned at lightning speed, lifted the guy up over his head and threw him into the bar, shattering all the bottle of liquor.
“QUICK SECURITY! CALL THE POLICE!” the bartender yelled in fear.
Another guy came launching at him and Mark threw him across the room, knocking over all the tables and chairs in his way.
Then, over his shoulder he saw the two big bouncers running towards him. He quickly put out both of his arms with his spiky skin showing and slashed both of their necks, the blood oozing onto his arm.
He quickly licked his arm to gain more strength from their blood and continued fighting one guy after the next. He then noticed a fleet of police cars pulling up outside the bar with their blue, red and white lights spinning in circles on top their cars.
“COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” they shouted.
Mark was not about to leave that bar. He stayed inside brutally beating up the others until finally the police ran inside swat team style with mace and guns in their hands. Mark knew he had to think quick if he were going to get out alive.
“STOP AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” the police man said.
“WE WILL SHOOT YOU!” another said.
“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
“NOW!”
Mark stood there and he put his hands up in the air. The police started to put their guns away as just as they did Mark lunged at them taking the police chief and spinning him around quickly causing his body to knock down the other police men who were standing near him. Then, he threw the police chief out the front window of the bar sending him face first into shards of glass on the sidewalk outside.
The other officers tried to grab him, but he was too quick for them. He sent them flying every which way and down onto the ground begging for their survival. He could hear the police officers radioing for back up outside as the men inside were getting brutally tortured by Mark.
Then, as if by complete surprise, Mark felt himself being grabbed around the waist and looked down. He then saw his hands get cuffed into metal handcuffs and placed behind his back. He tried to wiggle his way out, but it was too late. He couldn’t get out of them, and none of his powers could help him now.
“We’ve got you!” the officer said. “You can’t get away from us now.”
Mark looked around the room surveying his damage and couldn’t believe his eyes. It all happened so quickly and he couldn’t believe this was all the result of his strength, anger and rage. He couldn’t believe the person he had become.
“Look what you did!” the officers shouted as they dragged him outside and into the back of their highly armed police truck.
“You’re not getting off the hook for this. Don’t even think it!” the officer shouted.
“If you ever get out of jail it will be a miracle!” another yelled as he slammed the doors in Marks face.
His voice echoed in Marks head as the police truck sped away down the road. He didn’t know if he would ever see the light of day again.
CHAPTER SIX
Rachel arrived at the address she’d been given by her mother and hopped out of the truck.
“Thanks again!” Rachel said, as she looked back at the truck driver, who she’d grown quite fond of over the past twenty minutes of their ride together. She looked at him as a father type figure and thought to herself she’d wished this guy was her dad. He was so kind, caring and loving unlike her real dad.
“Anytime. And be careful out there, don’t do that again. Ya hear?” the driver replied with a fatherly grin.
“I won’t. I promise,” Rachel said.
With that she heard the engine roar, and the truck pulled down the road with only the bright red break lights to light up her way to her grandmother’s house. She wondered for a moment if she’d ever see the man again. She hoped they would cross paths again, but knew it was doubtful given that she didn’t live down here.
As she approached her grandmother’s house she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was still dark out but the light from the moon lit up the house just enough for her to see its enormity. It was unlike any house she’d ever seen and she couldn’t understand why one woman would need all that space. She just couldn’t fathom it. It was almost creepy looking. There were big black shudders, with some of them falling off their hinges. A large iron gate that boldly took over the front door and from a far she could see the cobwebs built up on it. As she surveyed the house looking up and down, she couldn’t help but notice that many of the windows were broken, non-existent or had boards over them. She then looked down and the porch caught her eye. It looked a bit lop sided, with one side dipping almost touching the ground and the other at least four feet high. She imagined that her grandmother didn’t hang out on her porch given its condition. In fact, the condition of this house made her wonder if her grandmother still lived here at all.
She walked slowly up the walkway, noticing that there weren’t any lights on in the house, then she saw a dim flicker in the top window on the third floor. It looked like the light of a candle, but she couldn’t tell exactly. She saw the window curtain moving back and forth, and wondered if her grandmother had seen her of if it was just the wind blowing them in the breeze.
Her mind then jumped back to the dream she had on the train and she suddenly got frightened. She stood still feeling paralyzed as she felt her hear racing inside of her body. She didn’t know what to do and stood there with her eyes closed, hoping that because she couldn’t see anything that nothing could see her as well. She knew that was a juvenile way of thinking, and knew it to be untrue, but in that moment it made her feel better.
She opened her eyes again, although it didn’t make her feel any more secure. She still felt scared beyond belief but knew she had to continue on. She knew her grandmother was a good person, but she just couldn’t figure out why she lived in this haunted house. It looked a little bit like the Tower of Terror from Disney World.