PURE

Why isn’t important.

Why doesn’t matter.

Blake seethed, feeling the anger burning through him. He willed the excess energy to dissipate before he was tempted to really attack Jordan. Instead, he chose to yell at him. He had promised mother,… no problems. “You bully,.. you just did that to get to me! You want to control me!!.” It wasn’t true, Blake knew it wasn’t, but he had to say something and that was the worst he could come up with.

Being mean and insulting had never been one of Blake’s strong points. “Jordan, let me live my life,… let me take care of my problems! Don’t do it for me,.. EVER AGAIN!!”

Then it hit him, a sharp pain in his chest. Blake shuddered at the jolt, feeling the muscles in his back tighten for just a second, then a warm numb sensation flowed through his shoulders. It ended as quickly as it had started, only long enough to hurt and make him aware of how hard his heart was beating.  He started to shake and attributed it to his anger, telling himself that.

‘I am livid.’ He continued glaring at Jordan, taking a deep breath. ‘I have never been so mad that I’ve felt like this,.. it’s almost embarrassing to be seen shaking.’ The inquisitors were still there, their inhuman face shields turned his direction. Jordan was rubbing his cheek, looking slightly surprised that it had actually hurt and also looking at Blake with brotherly concern.