Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 7 ✨

You ran home mud splashing onto the bottom of your dress and your ankles. You burst into the house and found your dad drunkenly leaning on the doorway.

"Dad we've gotta leave town." Instead of arguing back like he usually would, he stretched his back and scratched himself. "About time (Y/N), The pub is running out of good beer because some other dude keeps on buying all of their supply- hey where are you going?" You ran into your room and shoved some overalls into your pack before running into the kitchen and wrapping cheese and (stale) bread into your bag. "We need to leave now Dad. They think I'm a witch."

He plopped down onto the old couch spotted with cigarette holes. "Well it's about time you found out about your powers and remembered them. Say, Remember that time that small dog sprained its paw?"

You paused and nodded slowly.

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You were about six years old and had found a small puppy on the street. He was dirty and starving but you picked him up and carried him home. You had plopped the chicken that was for tonight's dinner onto a plate and gave it to him. The puppy ate it furiously and licked at the bones as you pulled him into the small bathtub to wash him. He came out dripping wet, but clean you took a towel and rubbed him and sat outside as the wind blew the water off him and the sun dried his fur. Your father was sitting outside with your mother, letting the sun wash them with warmth, not noticing the small puppy you carried or the fact that there was no chicken for dinner and the watery mess in the bathroom.

Your father was about to head inside when he noticed your puppy. He was strong and he blazed with a sort of fresh youngness and health. He hadn't started drinking yet and your mother was visiting you both regularly.

You could never ever describe your mother. Her hair was ever changing going from short cut to the head, to long and luscious the next week. She was the same person though with the same lovely smile, and she told you stories of the angels in the sky with their blazing swords and the demons wicked laughs and fiery wrath.

"Oh, (Y/N). Your puppy's got a sprained paw." Your mother came over and took your hands to put it on the puppy's paw. Your hands began to glow and you felt your ankle burn with pain as your mother took her hand off yours but you held your hands on the puppy's paw.

Your mother smiled down at you, "You'll be better than me one day, (Y/N), trust me on it."

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"So I can heal and hurt people with my hands switching on and off like a lightbulb. So what? If we don't leave now, dozens of people will hunt us down and burn us until we're crispy and fit for a wolves night of fried chicken." You said walking towards your dad. He didn't move. "Dad?"

"I can't join you (Y/N), surely you know that." His voice was softer, reminding you of the old days when you were a perfect family with your mother, "I can slow them down from catching up to you, but this is a journey for you. It's also about time I met up with your mother, I'm sorry." He got up suddenly and stumbled into his room. You followed after him.

You were never allowed in his bedroom. Bottles of half-drunken beers were littered over the floor, and the room reeked of unwashed clothes. Your father stumbled over to your mother's dresser. It was surprisingly the only clean thing in the room. He pulled out a box on the bottom drawer and gave it to you. "Your mother's necklace, forgot to give it to you for your birthday." He slumped back onto the couch and lit a cigarette.

"Dad, please. Come with me." You pleaded.

But your father had seemed to fall back into his grunting tired trance, and he ignored you.

In a shocked trance you walked outside and began your trip down the road. You heard the townspeople behind you yelling for blood as they ran towards you but you didn't speed up. They were just about to pass your house and grab you when everything exploded.

Fire.

Rocks.

Burning Wood.

You fell to the ground and looked behind you. Your house was in flames and had somehow created a flaming barrier between you and the townspeople.

"I can slow them down from catching up to you."

No

You screamed. But you knew he couldn't hear you. He was already with your mother, remembering warm sunny days when you were younger.

You stumbled away from the house and began to run away from the house, from the town. From Ryan, his kind mother, Duncan, the townspeople, but you wouldn't ever be able to run fast enough.

It was less than a day, and you had lost everything you'd ever known.

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