The Tyrant

All was quiet in the park until the wind, like a gasping messenger, announced The Tyrant’s coming. Then did the branches talk in agony. All around him moans could be heard, groaning like an orchestra of the undead. It was painful to listen to, yet it was hypnotising. The rhythms of howling ate into his mind, and he was left stunned, unable to withstand the oncoming terror. This was the end.

Joshua looked around. The park seemed cut off from the rest of the world; it was as if a giant curtain had been pulled over the park, and he could not see further than the park boundary. Everything was changing around him, shifting, twisting, like some scene out of the Blair Witch Project. Joshua began to run, not knowing where or why. He just ran.

It had all started with the kid. On his way to the park, Joshua had bumped into a blonde haired boy, about the age of fifteen. There was nothing peculiar about him at first, but looking closer, Joshua noticed his eyes.

It was the colour that caught his eye. At first they were an intensely dark blue, with hints of purple at the corners, then they began to change. The blue became increasingly lighter in colour, and Joshua could see clouds, almost like mist, appearing. They swirled, and almost every colour of the rainbow showed in the boy’s eyes. Joushua, feeling freaked out, pushed the boy, hard, away.
“Get away from me!”, he yelled, as the kid landed with a thud on the tarmac.

Joshua started running, to get away from the kid.
“That was weird” he thought. He picked up his pace, and looking up, he noticed that clouds were gathering.
“I’d better get there before it starts raining, or I’m just wasting my time.” He told himself. He broke into a sprint, and within minutes he reached the park.

He looked up at the sky again, and ran head-on into a tree. Everything was quiet. That’s when the voices came.

He was running to the far end of the park when he noticed a figure directly ahead on the park. It was the kid. How had he gotten there before Joshua? Why was he haunting him? Joshua made up his mind. He was going to find out what the hell it was that this kid wanted, and then, he was going to beat him senseless.

Enveloped by a sudden rage, Joshua rushed to meet The Tyrant. The wind was howling fiercely around them now, and the noise level had just been upped a couple of notches. The only word that could truly describe the situation, in Joshua’s mind, was chaos. The kid lifted up his left hand, and whispered a word.
“Thorenakis.” Everything froze, as if time itself stood still.

Not knowing what to do, Joshua stopped.
“Why?” he pleaded. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
“I am The Tyrant.” The kid answered. “And my purpose, is to kill.”
Joshua looked into his eyes, and saw that he spoke the truth. This was the end. The Tyrant raised his right hand, and Joshua felt his life force dwindling. His lungs collapsed, and Joshua fell to the floor, a lifeless heap.