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EoTP Chapter 3The Odd One Out
I sat straight up in my bed, the scream echoing loud in my head as an alarm bleeped loud as could be on the other side of the room-a groggy hand hitting the snooze button. Cia…was that…a dream. That wasn’t right, that would imply that this is reality. It wasn’t possible for people to be able to do the things they were doing here. Yet that other place…that had felt even more like a dream. I took a glance over to Cia’s clock-it was seven in the morning. My first class started in two hours. Today was Monday-so I had an art class to attend. That was nice at least-there shouldn’t be anything too strange going on in an art class.
I tore off the slip I had worn to bed and threw on a shirt-I never really slept without pants-it felt odd to even attempt to. With a heavy sigh I packed up everything I would need for class and headed down to the dorm’s exit-which was still kind of broken so, I was nervous
EoTP Chapter 2 A Friendly Competition Between Specials.
The dorm room itself was quaint in comparison to the rest of the building. The walls were lined halfway up with wood paneling, and the two beds in the only room that was left were layered with simple white sheets-very much like the walls around them. There was no real bathroom-presumably that would be found elsewhere on the premise itself. We both picked a side of the room and started unpacking our belongings into their respective places.
“You guys done yet?” I jumped slightly at the voice behind me, turning to take note that Reck was looking at us with a smile that for whatever reason…rubbed me the wrong way. There was something I just didn’t like about this kid and I wasn’t entirely sure what.
“Yeah-I’m pretty much finished
Echoes of the Past Welcome to The Institude of the Extraordinarily Gifted
It was to be my first day at a school since the accident. I was finally fully recovered-at least physically speaking, and on my way to the place where I had been accepted. The flyer as well as the person I had spoken to on the phone said it would be right up my alley-a place where judgment was hard to come by. It would be a place where I could easily find my way in society. That was what they had said-and that is what I hoped to be truth, although the first and most important step would be finding my way there. This was a large town-just short of being a city. Its streets wound around blocks and connected with other streets in such a way that it reminded me of a maze. I ended up stopping to ask for directions at least four times-each time gaining a strange look from the locals before they would point me in the right direction.
When I finally found it…I was astonished. The gate itself
Power Within Chp. 8 The Hunter and The Lamb
We were walking for quite a while through a rather dense forest area, whose very being had be overgrown into a think mesh that seemed to try and aid me in making it as difficult for this man to take me anywhere I didn’t want to go…a fact which had him threatening to remove my very legs. I suspected it to be a bluff, for I really didn’t think he would want me to bleed out and die if he wasn’t going to leave me with that…creature whose claws had raked my body once before, with an extreme intent to kill. I wasn’t sure what he was playing at, or why he seemed to be cooperating, and or controlling the creature, but I knew one thing…he was dangerous.
Power Within Chp. 7 Strange places, Dangerous Inhabitents.
The sun was high in the sky by the time the female finally pushed me away to arm’s length so that I could stare into her orbs, which had so many emotions fluctuating within them.
“You should return to the place of knowledge now. It will be safer for you there.” Her words were stern and had a sort of urgency to them. I looked around and saw the mini versions of her run into the school right after she had spoken. I opened my mouth to inquire what was wrong, but she silenced me with a simple, “Go.”
She pulled me to my feet when I didn’t move and shoved me towards the door rather violently. I turned to see what the matter was and froze with slight shock. Standing across from her was a tall, slim form. A ghostly white face fr
PW Chapter 6 Strained Emotions
The convulsions raked my lungs and stomach as shock overpowered every other body function. I was hacking, and gaging up nothing all the while retching in pain until finally foul smelling bile burned my throat as it clawed its way to the surface, finally landing with a smear on the ground before me…again and again.
"I'm no expert on humans, but I am fairly certain they aren't supposed to do that." Van's brilliant response came flooding through my ears, as he poked and prodded at me, as though the actions would help him figure out what was wrong.
If I actually thought such a method would work, I would have gladly let him poke and prod all he wanted-however this was the real world and such things didn't help. As such I swatted him away as another convulsion ripped through my body, producing yet
Power Within Chp. 5 The Truth of Things
The rest of the day past rather awkwardly as I sat in my room learning more about the small Gremlin I had begged John to keep. His name, according to him, was Van, Van Sil Sludge De Cartheen. A long name for sure, a fact that I pointed out to him. He merely shrugged, saying it was because my name was far too short that I found his properly lengthened name, odd. I suppose that made sense, in some weird way. He told me about the lizards in the library, and more importantly what they were. Van said they were an older race, around longer than humans themselves. I had asked him if they were around during the time of the dinosaurs and he laughed, saying I was silly. Couldn't really understand why he laughed at my question, but apparently it was a ridiculous proposal. He said they had many names over the years; the most recent one given to them was Lizardman, completely unoriginal in every sense of
Power Within Chp. 4 The Visitor
The darkness was all consuming as I floated within my mind's eye, floating in an eternal abyss of darkness void of any emotion. Within the prospects of this void nothing was given any thought…everything simply was. There was no conflict over my sister's treachery; she simply was…the same with John and the lizards, and that creature that attacked me. Everything simply existed with no real purpose in my memories. Nothing was up, nor was it down, nor left nor right. It was a sea of emptiness that supported me and consumed me all at the same time. It was serene, and it was horrifying.
I drifted through this non-sensible darkness for quite some time before I finally heard the first sign of the outside world. It was fa
Power Withing Chp. 3 Beware the Rake
The sun was flirting with the horizon and the birds were chirping their last songs of the day when I finally returned home. The walk had given me plenty of time to think, but at the end of all that thinking all I had to show were more questions. With a heavy sigh I opened the front door of the home to the oddest sight I think I have ever seen in the entirety of my life. John was looming menacingly over my sister, who merely glared back daggers to him. Neither of them seemed to notice my presence, and I truthfully did not want anything to do with them if they were both full of rage. Don't get me wrong, I love them both, but John is basically my dad…and his rage is equivalent to any father's by ten. I've seen it once unleashed on Jessie before…it was terrifying, even though all he did was glare at her.
"I don't see the issue. She isn't one of us, she is one of them. Why not just give her back to them?"
NightmareNot a single light
In my sight
My soul is
A creature is lurking
Right behind me
Ending my life of misery
Bullied kidBlinded by the suffering
And the rage
Looking for revenge
Seeking to kill
The ones who make his life
A living hell
While imagining their deaths
Slow and painful deaths
Just like they deserve
This used to be me
Not so long ago...
NightmaresI know you, I walked with you
Once upon a dream…
Actually, it was a nightmare-
And I was running.
ThanksI just wanted to play
The new game you showed me
That excellent game
My color had gone
The world seemed bleak
But then I saw that game
It brought back the color
That I had missed for so long
The smile I had lost appeared
When I saw the bright reds
Is ripping my soul in two
The light that faded
Had lived once before
But gone now
Hiding in the dark
For someone to drag it out
The slight tick of the clock
Showing how time has erased
The sanity in me
My heart now feral
Dying from hate
No one is left
Ashes to ashesBurnt remains float on the draft,
A lazy dance on hidden currents,
Twirling, soaring, plunging into the gap
between charred floorboards
and ashen sills;
Motes blurring into shadowed spectres,
Flashing in shafts of sunlight
that penetrate gloomy rooms,
Tales long forgotten
remembered in the woodgrain;
Void of feeling...
Disturbing footprints scattered,
Chaotic paths of desperation
running in circles,
Sprinting to a standstill
on black-veined tiles;
Cold as ice...
Splashes of vibrance embracing
silver plated moonbeams,
Ashes to ashes,
And shackled souls
battered to the bone;
Your words taste of dust.
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