The three powers of Telepathy, Telekinesis and Teleporting belong to a new race a humans. |
Viralynn was lost in a room of endless darkness. There were no doors, and no windows. There was one light, but it did nothing to reveal anything of the people she was speaking to. Then again, she doubted she wanted to see their faces. They would probably try to kill her if she did. And strong though she was, she knew they could do it. The masters of the Kind, ancient and powerful, were not a force to be defied lightly. âYou attacked him?â a voice shot out from the darkness. âYes,â she answered calmly. âDirectly?â came another voice, as cold as the first, but slippery like ink. âNo. He lives with a woman, a human. She was my first target.â âTo kill the witness?â The third voice belonged to a woman. âI donât believe she knew what he is.â âThat is not important. If he has become involved with a human, then she must die as well.â âHow did the human escape?â the inky voice asked. âSilas interfered.â âYou assured us that would not be an issue. Go back, kill the traitor, and any humans he has become involved with.â âIt will be done.â Viralynn held her chin up against the darkness. âYou understand the penalty if you fail?â the first voice asked. âI do,â she answered. âThen go.â Viralynn immediately left the door-less room the only way she could. âMore bruises?â Dr. Carlisle had moved the pen-light from her eyes, but Sarah still blinked twice for the moment. âI⌠tripped,â she replied, knowing he would never believe her. But there was no way she could explain she had been training to use telekinetic fight moves, instead of recovering from her fight with Viralynn. Dr. Carlisle raised an eyebrow. He knew a lost cause when he saw one. At least, he knew a career-fighter when he saw one, and was thankful she gave as well as she got. âPlease, try to rest. I canât guarantee you wonât be back in here soon if youâre not careful.â âI know, Doc,â she said, pushing up from the bed. âIâll take it easy.â There had been no sign of Viralynn â or any Kind â for a week. Sarah had spent nearly every day of that time training her new-found abilities, although by her judgement they still didnât amount to much. She wasnât pulling up lamp poles any time soon, that much she knew. Silas was waiting for her outside, leaning against a wall. âHi Viktor⌠I mean⌠sorry. Iâm not used to your real name yet.â He regarded her with pained eyes. âI told you, I donât mind. âViktorâ was my real name for a long time, and it was my name when I met you: thatâs all I need.â Sarah put one hand on his shoulder: her fighterâs stance for talking. âI know, but it was also the name you used when you were in hiding. I donât want you to hide anymore.â He brought her in closer, speaking softly. âYouâre sure?â âAbsolutely,â she smiled a wide, infectious smile. âBesides, youâve shown me a whole world since that day: a whole new life. Everythingâs changed now, we can go anywhere, live anywhere, do anything! Whatâs a name compared to all that?â Now it was his turn to smile. âOk then.â He glanced quickly up and down the hall. âYou ready?â She nodded excitedly: âDo it!â A rush of wind and they were gone. Sarah never fully accustomed to the rush of sights and sounds that came with teleporting, but at least her legs didnât go weak when they arrived anymore. Silas didnât have to hold her so tightly when they travelled either â it was enough for him to just hold her hand. The sounds of bird calls greeted them. All around were tall trees and a hundred shades of green forest. Silas waited while she looked around â not at the trees, but at the grass below, until she found what she was looking for: a hairbrush, very old and missing several teeth. After about three days Sarah had decided to begin marking her favourite places with small objects, things she wouldnât miss. âMarkers,â sheâd called them: little guides to tell her exactly where they had arrived each time they travelled. âOk,â she called, replacing the brush. âWe can start now.â When no reply came she tried again. âSilas?â Still no answer. Something tapped her shoulder. Sarah spun but still she saw nothing. âSilas!â she yelled. Another tap, another spin. Again nothing, just endless forest. âDamn it, Silas.â she felt the frustration building. The tap came again and she spun faster than ever, this time tripping over his outstretched foot. She fell flat on the grass, or would have, if he hadnât caught her in mid air. When she was back on her feet she pounded her fists into his chest. âThatâs⌠not⌠fair!â she yelled between strikes. He was laughing now, and took her wrists in his hands. âOf course not: but you asked me to train you, and thatâs what Iâm doing.â âBut jumping around and tapping my shoulder?â She pulled her wrists free and looked at him. He was trying to keep the air light but there was tension there too. The amusement from before was gone, and fear had found its way home. âYouâve spent you life training humans to fight, but the Kind are different. Theyâre dangerous: they move differently, fight differently, and because of that, they start to think differently. They wonât come at you face-to-face.â Sarah thought for a moment, letting the words sink in. âViralynn did, at the house. She stood right in front of me.â Silas fell silent. Some thought or idea seemed to be choking him. âWhat?â she asked. âWhat is it?â He ran a hand through his hair before answering. âShe wasnât fighting then, she was playing with you. You werenât a threat. To her, killing you was a game.â Sarah had suspected as much from the beginning, but the words still hurt. âThatâs why you need to train me, so I can show her Iâm not just a game!â She moved her feet into a ready pose and raised her fists. âLetâs go.â Silas smiled a very tight smile. It was her determination that gave him hope. The smile fell away as the fear returned. The smile fell, and the training began. |