Eldaire

The rain fell hard onto Matt as he fell hard to the floor. It was extremely dark in the parking lot save for the bright flashes of lightning crashing down again and again. It was close and the sound was deafening. You could see the bolts falling from heaven not too far away.

“Get up you pussy,” said Matt’s attacker, tauntingly. The attacker was obviously drunk. Matt knew him from school, but not too well. He couldn’t even remember his name.

Matt managed to get to his hands and knees and responded, “No. This fight is petty and meaningless. Plus, you’re drunk.” This seemed to irritate the man and he kicked Matt across his ribs. This caused Becca, Matt’s girlfriend who had been watching from the car, to get out.

“Stop! Leave him alone!” she yelled, running to pull Matt’s attacker from him. She grabbed him by the arm, and he turned and delivered a devastating punch to her stomach.

“Damn wench,” he said. He pulled his hand back to hit her again, but it was caught in a crushing grip. He turned to see Matt seething with anger. His eyes were almost glowing with pure rage. Matt threw a powerful punch at his attacker, pulling him into it with his own wrist. He then followed up with a knee to the gut and followed that with a left hook. It all occurred in mere fractions of a second and felt like one blow to Matt’s victim as he crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain. The rain covered the tears that were falling down Matt’s cheeks. He hated violence and hated to see anyone in pain, especially pain he had caused. However, Matt quickly remembered Rebecca and ran over to his beloved.

“Are you alright?” he asked. He pulled her up and checked her for injury.

“I’m fine,” she replied, happy to see that Matt had finally decided to fight back.

“Not for long,” called a voice from behind her. The man had crawled back up to his hands and knees, and he had a gun pointed at Rebecca. She was between Matt and the gun and he had no time to get between them or move her.

Just as Matt heard the ear-piercing bang of the gun being fired, a great lightening bolt fell down from above him right onto his head. The strange thing about this, though, was that there were no longer any clouds above Matt, and the lightening didn’t seem to be doing any harm. Rather, he felt himself being surrounded by a comforting light. He felt its power rushing through him. It made the hair on his head stand on end, and a brilliant white aura surrounded him. He could clearly see the bullet, traveling from the gun. It was as though it was all happening in slow motion. Then, instinctively, he reached out his hand and the bullet stopped in place, a few feet in front of the gun. At that point he reverted to looking the same way he had before, confused and relieved at the same time. Becca and the man with the gun both stared in shock at the bullet lying on the asphalt. Becca had not seen the strange occurrence behind her and it had happened too quickly for the man to perceive. All he was left with was a deep feeling of guilt for the deed he had almost committed. He began crying into his sleeves.

“Let’s go,” said Matt, “he’ll leave us alone.” The two walked to Matt’s car and drove off into the stormy night.