Luckily, he saw them first.
It wasn’t the first time Xavier had been in trouble with the law, but when he unmistakeably saw the two suits shaking down other patrons and
flashing his photo around, he knew there would be strife coming his way – and soon.
He bumped and crashed among the drunk and otherwise affected patrons of the nightclub, each swaying unsteadily to the deep thrum and ear-belting bass
that rattled the floor with each beat. He looked back often, seeing the two men, one a skinny, haggard example of poor health, the other a mountain of
flesh sewn together with armani and sunglasses closing fast.
He finally rushed headlong through a fire exit, the sting of heavy rain pelting his eyes as the doof-doof of the music faded. He looked left, right,
squinting against the flashy lights of the city, and the driving sheets of water highlighted by the yellow lights overhead.
He turned to the further exit, a single dumpster bin giving him somewhere to hide as his hurried footsteps splashed through the puddles. Somewhere
behind him, he heard the fire exit door thrown open, and a deep grunt from the meat suit. Who the hell wears sunglasses at night? he thought as he
spun quickly behind the bin, ducking low. The rain ran in rivulets down his face as he heard the guttural and pitched voices of the suits, conversing
quietly as to his whereabouts.
After a few moments Xavier braved a look above the bin. The skinny suit was flitting shadow to shadow, the lights seeming to make him uncomfortable.
There was no mistaking it though, both suits had blackened pistols extending from their arms. Clearly they were serious. Xavier panicked. He had been
in run-ins with the law before, but guns? Was he that much of a threat?
“Over there,” he clearly heard the big suit mutter. His adrenalin rising, Xavier made ready to run, hoping the bullets would avoid him and the
darkness would be his ally until he could escape out into the busy street beyond.
He lurched up and took one great stride as the suits shouted, levelling their guns. He heard the shot as the rain stung his face, his terror spiked as
he waited for the terrible hurt to come. He fell to his knees, trying to desperately avoid death, wondering what he had done to draw this destiny down
The first thing out of place he noticed was the rain fell like a slow drip from a tap. Sure, there were endless drops filling the alley like a silver
curtain, but they just hung there, descending ever so slowly. He turned in confusion, running his open hand through the rain, seeing it pool across
his outstretched palm. Behind him the two suits were frozen in the moment, the skinny one on one knee, his gun leading his arm. The big suit stood
over him, still getting his pistol aimed. Between them, the silver pellet just fired hung in the air, slowly carving a path through the rain. Xavier
walked up to it, and plucked it out of the air.
“Xavier Mintrim.” He spun quickly, dropping the bullet to the ground. Like a beacon of light a man stood before him, silhouetted in the street
lights. Xavier squinted as the stranger strode forth slowly, making ready to run, fearing another attack. Yet something pulled at him to stay, a
curiosity and a warmth he could not explain.
“Who the hell are you?” he challenged, although as he approached, he felt his trust grow.
“My name is Michal,” the stranger spoke, taking a step forward. Like Xavier, he was a young man. But his eyes spoke of a wisdom of eons.
“What is happening here? Has time stopped?” Michal smiled, encompassing Xavier.
“In a way yes. You see Xavier, you have been chosen.” Xavier did a double take.
“Chosen? By who?”
“By me. I need you Xavier, to serve at my side, in my council of twelve.” This time Xavier laughed mockingly.
“Yeah right man,” he retorted flatly. He had heard enough.
“Xavier,” Michal placed a hand upon his shoulder. He paused.
“With this ring you will have control of the element of water. Look around you. Look at the dangers you face.” He motioned to the two suits,
placing a brilliant sapphire ring in Xavier’s hand.
“With this ring, you never need fear those who do you harm. Ever.” Xavier looked down at the flawless ring in his palm, then back at the two
suits. Before he had realised, the ring was on his finger, a perfect fit.
“I must take my leave now Xavier. I will seek you out at a later time when the council is complete.”
Time sped up, the suits taking aim. Imbued with the power of the elements at his side, he sent a huge wall of water that struck them down, sending the
bullets wide, and the suits sliding down the alley uncontrollably.
Summoning a tornado of water about him, Xavier winged away high into the darkened skies, to face his new destiny.
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