Fire and Water chapter 2

Blake could hear the sounds of the desert as he stared down at the cocoon. He wasn't sure how long he could hold Leon inside. With the darkness, his strength lessened and he knew he had only hours before the Sun would set. Leon had used what strength he had to try and dissolve the cocoon. He would need to rest for a time before he would be able to try again. This was the only window of rest that Blake would have before night-fall. As he felt himself drift into some-what of a soft slumber, his mind raced back again to his conversations with Ally.

 Remembering the first time she had asked him to walk her home, Blake felt the first touch of her hands on his face. He wanted to as much as needed Ally to know his story. The fear of her leaving him sometimes slowed the process of story telling but eventually, he told her everything.

 "The police finally stopped responding to our calls. They had better things to do with their time. We kept watch on the vehicle and walked our girls everywhere. They were not even allowed to be outside the house alone. The threats continued and small, unmarked packages were placed in our mailbox. Inside, we found photos of a baby boy. The pictures were of this baby from the age of new-born to 5 years old. The face of who ever was holding him was never shown. The hands that held him were female. That is all we knew. Even the pictures were not enough to cause the police to take us serious."

 Blake remembered the sadness that would take him over as he told Ally his story. He closed his eyes and felt her soft fingers, as they traced the borders of his face. Her arms would hold him as he cried and she would gently kiss his forehead as he sobbed. His entire body relaxed as he recalled the first time she invited him into her bed. She was so patient with him and never tried to push him to do anything.

 "I am still in love with my Megan, Ally. I won't act as if I am not. Please, understand."

 "I know, Blake. I am not asking for anything from you. I am offering you myself if you need me."

 When they made love the first time, Blake knew he would never leave this woman.  Her tender kisses on his lips, the softness of her skin against his own, brought him to places he had never been before. The scent of her filled his senses with a passion that he had not known since he had lost Megan. Ally seemed to know exactly where and when to touch him, just right. He, in return, gave to Ally love that had been pent up inside of him for too long. Sounds of her filled the room and he responded in like. When he had called out Megan's name, while in the deepest throes of their love-making, he kissed Ally's eyes and tasted her tears. He tried to pull away because he knew he had hurt her. Ally held tighter to him, whispering through her tears that she understood. Time after time, she held Blake tight and would not let him stop or pull away from her until they were finished. Her tears flowed another night, but for a different reason. As they reached the peaks of love, Blake pressed his lips to Ally's ear... and he softly whispered her own name. He was hers now and she was his.

He told Ally everything he could remember. He showed her the letter he and Megan had received only days before she had died. A letter the police would later say Blake had fabricated as an aliby to kill his own wife.

 "I have tried to reason with you and you still will not listen. The only way I will ever have what is mine is too become the Only true heir to the fortune."

Two days later, Blake came home to find Megan dead in their kitchen. The autopsy had shown signs of her insides being burned, yet there were no outward marks to indicate she had been near a fire. The coroner searched for an explanation but could not. Blake remembered the puzzled look on Ally's face as he told her of Megan's death.

 "Blake, I don't understand. Why do I feel as if there is something you haven't told me?

 "Ally, this is where I lose you forever. I should have told you from the start."

 "Please Blake, you told me you weren't a killer. I asked you and you swore you were not!"

 "Ally, I am Not a killer. I did not lie. What I am is an Elementalist. It means I can control at least one for the elements that surround us, like water or fire. In some places they refer to people like me as Saints and Sinners. Saints being the water and fire being the element for Sinners. Megan could cause the weather to change with just a thought. We met at a secret seminar for those of us with "special" talents."

 Why Ally had believed him without question still baffled him. He could not have ever imagined the answer to his question. He only knew she believed him. "What killed her, Blake?"

 "He did. The man in the pictures killed my Megan and he took my daughters from me. That is why I have no home. I can't go back to my house. The police are still looking for me there. They think I killed my wife and children."

 A voice suddenly brought him back to present time. He turned and found himself looking into the eyes of Leon. Leon, who was no longer wrapped in the cocoon.

 "To allow ones guard to fall is a terrible sin, Blake. You should know that by now. It leaves you exposed, to the elements!"

 Blake felt his temperature rise. He could feel the heat inside his body begin to burn him. Panic filled his senses. He struggled to stand up. The pain that ravished his body was unbearable. Fighting to not pass out, Blake closed his hands and wrapped his arms around himself. Water began to flow from his skin. He needed to extinguish the fire thast burned inside of his body. The desert soaked up the water that flowed from him as quickly as it touched the sand.

 "Who did you say was stronger, Blake? We are about to find out!!!!!!!!"  

second chapter of a short story 6 comments

Linda H 5 years ago

Darrel,

As i knew it would the second chapter just leaves you hanging and wanting more. This is really great, of course I always love to read your stories. Well on to the next chapter.


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Dday50627 5 years ago from Iowa Author

you are always so kind and encouraging. I truly thank you for this. Always, Darrel


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fatgrammy 5 years ago from North Carolina

Wow! What can I say. I love your stories and look forward to them all.


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Dday50627 5 years ago from Iowa Author

And I love your kind comments. You truly do fill me with the courage to write more. Thank you very much.


Becky 5 years ago

You left me hanging and panting for more. Reading on. I love your writing.


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Dday50627 5 years ago from Iowa Author

You are no doubt good for my writing and I thank you for that.

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