Young Writers Society

"What do you mean by that?" He replied, staring at her shaking balled up fists while she stepped closer. Her pupils were small balls, like the sun in the middle of the sky, the heat grew and he had sweat more than he'd ever sweat in his life. The kitchen, once cold, closed and dark, was now hot, more open, and oh, so bright. He was on a pedestal, and to make matters worse, every light in the room shone on him.

"I hope you remember every fucking person you took from my life!" She punched him in the chest, knocking him back. He fell back into the wall. He knew exactly what she was talking about. The attention in the room was now fully directed on him. She made angry sobs as she hung her head low. His heart was skipping like a rock on water.

The dinner party, the room filled with happy colours, women once dancing with their partners, the large house filled with smiles, was now silent. People from the staircase heard the woman's yells, telling everyone to shh, it was time for everything to go down. No one knew who this woman was, except for the host.

"I have no idea who you are. Get out of here," he growled at the young woman. "You are acting hysterical in front of my guests!"

"I may be acting hysterical, but I have every right to be! Do you understand how much painstaking effort I put into working for you, to make you happy? To put you all the way to the top? I'm not putting up with it anymore! I'm revealing everything you've done to me to this entire house!"

This was Lamnet Seacolinafae, the creator of Aspecia Labs. She climbed to the top to create a special place for mutants, she planned to fix disabilities, she wanted to figure out how to make more incredible machines for the ever changing 1950's.

"I've lost everything for you! I LOST RESPECT FOR YOU! All for it to be taken for granted so you can run your own show?"

"Make this quick."

"I will, I don't want to waste my time in your presence. Remember our deal? You said you would work with me to make the best of my business, I sold my soul to you, made a blood contract, all so I could save lives!" Everyone stared at him, and he knew that it was over.

This man's name was Lazarus, Lucas to everyone in the room. He was not human, and this woman was his first challenge to get past. His first customer, you could say. Soon after, this woman would be killed by her daughter, a worker for her company. But of course, his first kill must be his first mistake.

"Seems like the first one is a killer," he said, his flesh bubbling off into blood. There was a pool of red around his feet, and some of the bubbles splashed onto Lamnet's glasses. Her soft hands were covered in the thick, red goop as he bubbled back into a giant raven, his eleven eyes glowing, all of them staring at her.

Her blonde hair was up in a bloody bun - it would look like a rose, had she not stepped away from him. The guests on the top floor were frozen in place, while the bottom ran out, terrified by what the people on the stairs had to say about his appearance.

He grabbed her by the neck and threw her out of the house through a window, launching her into a tree stump. Guests that hadn't left already were making a run for it, just as he flew out of the building through the broken window.

This was the first tragedy for the Seacolinafae family line.