Personal Narrative: The Elementalist

President DJ Brackish was furious as he made his way to the oval office in a trot. How dare someone come into the White House and attack his security in his office. With the description he received he could guess pretty close to who was responsible, Anna Freeman. That little girl had another thing come if she thought she could attack the capital of her own country and get away with it. If she thought killing Y and stilling Estallia’s child was the worst of it, she was way off. He didn’t bring any secret service men will him knowing that would only make the situation worst. He regret it however as he reached the door to his office. One of his security guards laid on the floor dead from what appeared to be a broken neck. He kicked the limp body
to the side and entered with cation. Even if Brackish craved Anna’s powers he also feared them. What she did to the Genetic base in Hawaii showed what happened when she lost control of fire flowing in her veins. He opened the door to see his two top guards laying on the floor spazzing out. One tried to reach out to him and mouthed the word help but the pain in his eyes only grew as he curled up into a ball still twitching. Brackish’s eyes drift over to his desk where he expected to see Anna but instead was a man. Desmine smiled as the president finally noticed him. He had his feet up on the desk and leaned back in the president’s leather chair. Desmine had never seen Brackish face to face but he had been inside the mind of the over ego man without him knowing. Brackish wasn’t sure what to think of the man his chair. His clothes didn’t look from this millennia and his brown red tinted eyes examined Brackish with a glimmer of insanity. Desmine laughed at the president’s lack in fear of him. The dark skinned man with goatee was going to be an interesting piece to use in his game. “So Brackish are we just going to sit here and examine each other or are we going to get down to business,” Desmine was the first to speak. Brackish thought that the man even spoke insane but he had to be powerful. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat as his man suffered a great pain. “What business do have with you,” Brackish was careful about what all he said. He did not want to end up like his men. Desmine got out of Brackish’s chair and started to walk towards him, “We think a like you and I. We both believe that impure race is more manageable than the pures.” Brackish was surprised by how tall but skin the man was. He was on the verge of looking sickly. “How do now how I feel about the impures,” Brackish asked with suspicion. “You view a benders strength by their physical powers but neglect their mental powers. For example your very men laying on the floor. I am slowly crushing their minds until the point where they beg me to kill them. Of course, this is not the end of my powers. I can also creep inside a person’s mind and read their deepest darkest thoughts,” Desmine explained reaching Brackish. “What if I don’t believe you,” Brackish challenged the man. Desmine grinned, “I was hoping you would ask that.” Suddenly, Brackish’s guards’ heads shoot up with a groan. Foam spilled from their mouths as their eyes rolled back into their heads until only white showed. It all ended with a quick snap of their necks and their bodies stopped seizing going limp from death. “Any more question,” Desmine got cocky. “Yes who and what are you,” Brackish’s voice filled with fear. “I am Desmine and I come from the extinct race, the Elementalist,” Desmine introduced himself. “Excuse me for asking but what is an Elementalist,” Brackish asked. “Well you know of the pure and impure. I created the pures from Cypruss and his four wives. Elementalist where the original benders and lived in what normals refer to as Atlantis.
My race was even more advance than the normals today until we died out two thousand years ago from inbreeding and disease. The pures are a modified version of the Elementalist being more tolerable to the inbreeding and diseases that killed my race,” Desmine varied on his topic. “So you claim that you made the pure race,” Brackish pieced together what he said, “So does this mean that this business we have is you getting revenge for the destruction of your creation.” “No, I wanted to the pures to die. Not only did it lead to my release but they only made the same mistakes my people made even after giving them a fighting chance,” Desmine explained, “However, I do still want my people’s genies to live on but I have found a better way through the impures. There is one particular impure that interest me, my perfect creation. That is where our common goal comes into play with Anna Freeman.” The name he said shocked Brackish, someone else was after his broodmare, “What do you want with Anna Freeman?” “The same thing you desire to breed her to make a perfect army of impures that will show normals their place. In your cause it would be other governments and world
leaders. We, however, have different opinion on how should be her stud, the man that fathers all of this soldiers. You want Cypruss, who is alive by the way, and I want another one of my creations. My other creation not only has physical abilities of Cypruss but also the mental powers than nearly surpass me. His and Anna’s children you be able to lay waist to city with a flick of their finger or thought in their heads. Best of all they would carry the genies of my people to future generations,” Desmine answered, “So since we want nearly the same goal why not work together.” “And what would want for our partnership,” Brackish knew a crocked deal when he heard one. Desmine smiled knowing he already won, “All I ask is that we breed Anna with my other creation and she gets bred through my plans. This will be a little tricky and the cards or as I like to say pieces have to be played with precision. If we play my game then everything will fall in line for both of us. You will get our army and I will get my people to live on.” Brackish could have just said no but he could not resist the deal. He could get every the wanted with only a few minor kicks. With his recent failure, he could not afford to fail again and who said you could not get a little help from a friend, “Before I agree to anything I want to know about this creation of ours.” “His name is Andrew Boater and he is a pure even he thinks he’s an Elementalist. He lives with his adopted family along the West coast of South America. He was a failed experiment that I tucked away in a stasis tub until a normal couple disturbed his over two thousand year slumber. He is now twenty-two living with the couple that discover him. The best part is that he wants to breed but has not found a woman that can carry his child. We both know of a women than cable of getting the job done, Anna. All we have to do is deliver her to him and he will do all the work for us. We have to be patient and do it in a way were Anna will suspect nothing,” Desmine explained his devilish plan. “All right Desmine what do I have to do,” Brackish asked. Desmine smirked and held out his hand, “Just shake my hand and we can get started.” Brackish was quick to shake Desmine hand not realizing the devil that he had just made a deal with only planned to release pure chaos.