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Sorry I can't make fan art or post any more story for awhile I've ot a lot of stuff going on at the moment and I just don't have the time.
WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE FAN ART/STORY PAGE
I also do fades now... all the colors of the rainbow.
Hello peoples, I'm new to making fan art so it'll probably suck for
awhile then get slightly better then go straight down hill so enjoy
my suckiness while you can. The quality of my fan art changes
from day to day so if you get me on a good day then you're in
luck. I don't really have any rules if there's anything specific you
want just tell me and I shall try my best.
<---Llama
[Just thought I'd tell you]
Fan art...
Just some of my recent works of
fan art sorry they're a bit big.
I didn't make this for anyone I was just bored
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The
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[sorry its short]
Luken had barely moved.
"I think I have everything." I say, scanning the room. It was dusty, I hadn’t cleaned in a couple of weeks. It looked like no one had been here for a week, it had that empty feel about it. Luken takes my bag from me without a word, though I protested, he simply unwound my fingers and threw it over his shoulder. I watch him do it, then he walks out of my small apartment. I lock the door and give the key back to Mrs. Downy, quickly I might add. I had my own key in my purse, and would keep it until I was sure I had a proper place at this school. They were just so…generous? Trusting? I don’t know, but I was still waiting for someone to yell ‘gotcha!’
Out on the street it became apparent that Luken, for some reason, wasn’t talking to me. Good mood evaporated. I take him across the road to my work, tell them I quit in as few words as possible and then leave very quickly, blushing and feeling guilty. As I emerge from the shop.
"Back." I say, working hard to flash a grin at Luken. His eyes slide from my face as he starts to walk down the street. I step in front of him.
"Hey! What’s your problem?" I ask him. He raises his eye brows.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Stop ignoring me! You think I want to live alone or something?"
"I didn’t say anything of a sort-"
"Oh quit the bullshit Luken" His face remains perfectly blank, I shake my head in disbelief.
"You know not everyone can act as perfectly as you do." I turn on my heel and start down the street, no longer caring if he was behind me or not. Grinding my teeth together. I was twenty metres away before I hear him.
"Bree, wait!" I don’t turn, or break my stride. I hear his footsteps getting closer.
Then someone grabs me, from my left.
"Hey!" I turn in surprise, fighting off the strong arm that held mine just above the elbow. I look up into a familiar, angry face.
Adrian.
[sorry its short]
Luken had barely moved.
"I think I have everything." I say, scanning the room. It was dusty, I hadn’t cleaned in a couple of weeks. It looked like no one had been here for a week, it had that empty feel about it. Luken takes my bag from me without a word, though I protested, he simply unwound my fingers and threw it over his shoulder. I watch him do it, then he walks out of my small apartment. I lock the door and give the key back to Mrs. Downy, quickly I might add. I had my own key in my purse, and would keep it until I was sure I had a proper place at this school. They were just so…generous? Trusting? I don’t know, but I was still waiting for someone to yell ‘gotcha!’
Out on the street it became apparent that Luken, for some reason, wasn’t talking to me. Good mood evaporated. I take him across the road to my work, tell them I quit in as few words as possible and then leave very quickly, blushing and feeling guilty. As I emerge from the shop.
"Back." I say, working hard to flash a grin at Luken. His eyes slide from my face as he starts to walk down the street. I step in front of him.
"Hey! What’s your problem?" I ask him. He raises his eye brows.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Stop ignoring me! You think I want to live alone or something?"
"I didn’t say anything of a sort-"
"Oh quit the bullshit Luken" His face remains perfectly blank, I shake my head in disbelief.
"You know not everyone can act as perfectly as you do." I turn on my heel and start down the street, no longer caring if he was behind me or not. Grinding my teeth together. I was twenty metres away before I hear him.
"Bree, wait!" I don’t turn, or break my stride. I hear his footsteps getting closer.
Then someone grabs me, from my left.
"Hey!" I turn in surprise, fighting off the strong arm that held mine just above the elbow. I look up into a familiar, angry face.
Adrian.
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The next morning I pull on a pair of jeans that were too big and a polo shirt. I tell myself I had to go shopping tomorrow! But then calm down a little since I would have some of my own clothes back today. I meet Luken in the front hall of the school, which acted like a reception.
"All set?" He asks smiling as I approach him. The halls were mostly deserted because everyone was in class.
"Um, do I need anything?".
"Nope it's fine all right, we’re off." I stare after his back for a few moments before shaking myself. What put him in such a good mood? Odd.
I follow him out the big double doors and pause when I was out in the sunlight. Had I actually been outside this school since I got here? I didn’t think so. It was beautiful. The grounds, though deserted, were full of lush green grass, a water fountain, woods at the edge, gravel and benches. It really was beautiful, like something out of a movie. Then I spot a lake. They actually had their own lake! What a strange place this was.
"Bree?" Luken calls, I turn back to the front. He was waiting in a silver car.
"Oh, sorry." I make a promise to myself to explore the school this weekend and slide into the passenger seat.
"It got beautiful grounds, this school." I say as we start to roll away from the massive building. He looks at me in surprise, then out the windows.
"You’re right. Its been a long time since I paid any attention." He sounded nostalgic, so I left him to his own thoughts. I was lost in thought, day dreaming about how good it would be to be able to wear my own clothes again I suppose. After about an hour we were back in the city
"Is this your car?" I ask after a while, he turns to me in surprise again, as if he had almost forgotten I was there.
"Huh? Oh, no, school car. Not meant to take students in our own cars."
"Oh, okay."
"Where do you live, exactly?"
"Pittlesberg. 24th on Mary’s street." He nods.
"I think I know there, but tell me if I am going the wrong way."
"Can do. Left off this highway."
I spend the next half hour giving him directions. We finally pull up in front of the familiar apartment building, actually finding a park!
"This is it. Come on." I open the door and jump out, Luken moving a little slower. I walk into the reception with him following me.
"Why, Bree! Where have you been?" Calls Mrs. Downy, the nice lady who ran the desk during daylight hours here.
"Mrs. Downy! I had to go out of town suddenly, sorry I didn’t tell you."
"That’s okay, dear. Who’s your friend?" She eyed Luken curiously.
"Just a friend." I say dismissively.
"Oh, and I forgot my key! Can I borrow a spare?"
"Sure, dear." She hands me the key without barely looking at me and I whisk Luken into the shaky elevator.
The next morning I pull on a pair of jeans that were too big and a polo shirt. I tell myself I had to go shopping tomorrow! But then calm down a little since I would have some of my own clothes back today. I meet Luken in the front hall of the school, which acted like a reception.
"All set?" He asks smiling as I approach him. The halls were mostly deserted because everyone was in class.
"Um, do I need anything?".
"Nope it's fine all right, we’re off." I stare after his back for a few moments before shaking myself. What put him in such a good mood? Odd.
I follow him out the big double doors and pause when I was out in the sunlight. Had I actually been outside this school since I got here? I didn’t think so. It was beautiful. The grounds, though deserted, were full of lush green grass, a water fountain, woods at the edge, gravel and benches. It really was beautiful, like something out of a movie. Then I spot a lake. They actually had their own lake! What a strange place this was.
"Bree?" Luken calls, I turn back to the front. He was waiting in a silver car.
"Oh, sorry." I make a promise to myself to explore the school this weekend and slide into the passenger seat.
"It got beautiful grounds, this school." I say as we start to roll away from the massive building. He looks at me in surprise, then out the windows.
"You’re right. Its been a long time since I paid any attention." He sounded nostalgic, so I left him to his own thoughts. I was lost in thought, day dreaming about how good it would be to be able to wear my own clothes again I suppose. After about an hour we were back in the city
"Is this your car?" I ask after a while, he turns to me in surprise again, as if he had almost forgotten I was there.
"Huh? Oh, no, school car. Not meant to take students in our own cars."
"Oh, okay."
"Where do you live, exactly?"
"Pittlesberg. 24th on Mary’s street." He nods.
"I think I know there, but tell me if I am going the wrong way."
"Can do. Left off this highway."
I spend the next half hour giving him directions. We finally pull up in front of the familiar apartment building, actually finding a park!
"This is it. Come on." I open the door and jump out, Luken moving a little slower. I walk into the reception with him following me.
"Why, Bree! Where have you been?" Calls Mrs. Downy, the nice lady who ran the desk during daylight hours here.
"Mrs. Downy! I had to go out of town suddenly, sorry I didn’t tell you."
"That’s okay, dear. Who’s your friend?" She eyed Luken curiously.
"Just a friend." I say dismissively.
"Oh, and I forgot my key! Can I borrow a spare?"
"Sure, dear." She hands me the key without barely looking at me and I whisk Luken into the shaky elevator.
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I frown, glancing down at myself. I decide I look presentable enough and then think who cares anyway and open the door. Luken stood there.
"Evening, sorry to call so late." He says.
"Oh, it’s you. Hi."
"Were you expecting someone else?"
"No, but I though boys weren’t aloud in the girls’ dorms."
"I am a teacher!" He says defensively.
"Yeah, right. Well, come in." I open the door for him and step aside. After I close the door behind him I turn to see him looking me up and down in a very serious way. I put my hands on my hips.
"See anything you like?" I ask in a harsh tone. He only raises his eye brows, saying nothing. Well, he never was one to like my humor, or what there was of it.
"You can’t make some comment on my fashion sense, because this isn’t mine." I say.
"Yes, that’s what I came to talk to you about."
"You came to talk to me about my pjs?"
"No, of course not. Your clothes, and things. I was wondering if you would like to come into town with me tomorrow, pick up your things and what not."
"Oh, uh, okay." He doesn’t say anything, just stands there, looking odd in my room. Not that was especially feminine or anything, I don’t know.
"So what time are we leaving, where from?" I ask.
"I will meet you in the main hall at nine o’clock…if that’s ok."
"Yeah, sure." I say, crossing my arms over my well developed chest self consciously. Not that he was looking, of course.
"How is class going?"
"Fine." I say curtly, looking away. He pauses.
"That’s good."
"Did you figure out what was wrong with Damien?" He eyes me with a funny expression.
"We haven't figured out why he collapsed yet, no."
"It wasn’t me."
"We know that."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"I was just wondering who might be protecting you who is so powerful. People that powerful are rare."
"No one. Maybe he just fainted." Luken doesn’t reply, with good reason. It was a stupid comment, but how should I know why Damien passed out?
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" He nods curtly.
"Yes." He throws one quick glance at my room, taking it in, then strolls out. I gently close the door behind him and turn back to my room, hoping it wasn’t too messy.
The bed was hastily made, a little untidy. There was a towel over the end, books strewn over my desk. But that was about it. The rest was clean. I felt relieved, then hoped my apartment was clean, as he would probably see it tomorrow. I couldn’t remember how I had left it the night of that party, it seemed so long ago. It wasn’t really, only a week.
I frown, glancing down at myself. I decide I look presentable enough and then think who cares anyway and open the door. Luken stood there.
"Evening, sorry to call so late." He says.
"Oh, it’s you. Hi."
"Were you expecting someone else?"
"No, but I though boys weren’t aloud in the girls’ dorms."
"I am a teacher!" He says defensively.
"Yeah, right. Well, come in." I open the door for him and step aside. After I close the door behind him I turn to see him looking me up and down in a very serious way. I put my hands on my hips.
"See anything you like?" I ask in a harsh tone. He only raises his eye brows, saying nothing. Well, he never was one to like my humor, or what there was of it.
"You can’t make some comment on my fashion sense, because this isn’t mine." I say.
"Yes, that’s what I came to talk to you about."
"You came to talk to me about my pjs?"
"No, of course not. Your clothes, and things. I was wondering if you would like to come into town with me tomorrow, pick up your things and what not."
"Oh, uh, okay." He doesn’t say anything, just stands there, looking odd in my room. Not that was especially feminine or anything, I don’t know.
"So what time are we leaving, where from?" I ask.
"I will meet you in the main hall at nine o’clock…if that’s ok."
"Yeah, sure." I say, crossing my arms over my well developed chest self consciously. Not that he was looking, of course.
"How is class going?"
"Fine." I say curtly, looking away. He pauses.
"That’s good."
"Did you figure out what was wrong with Damien?" He eyes me with a funny expression.
"We haven't figured out why he collapsed yet, no."
"It wasn’t me."
"We know that."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"I was just wondering who might be protecting you who is so powerful. People that powerful are rare."
"No one. Maybe he just fainted." Luken doesn’t reply, with good reason. It was a stupid comment, but how should I know why Damien passed out?
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" He nods curtly.
"Yes." He throws one quick glance at my room, taking it in, then strolls out. I gently close the door behind him and turn back to my room, hoping it wasn’t too messy.
The bed was hastily made, a little untidy. There was a towel over the end, books strewn over my desk. But that was about it. The rest was clean. I felt relieved, then hoped my apartment was clean, as he would probably see it tomorrow. I couldn’t remember how I had left it the night of that party, it seemed so long ago. It wasn’t really, only a week.
The
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[So what do you guys thinks so far? Sorry the story is going so slow]
"Take a seat, Bree." Offers Damien, slightly more relaxed, though a frown was still etched on his face. I gingerly sit on the edge of the arm chair he had motioned to.
"Are you okay?" Luken asks Damien in one of those undertones that you automatically turned away from, sensing it was private.
"Yeah, fine." He mumbles. Luken nods once.
"What happened?"
"I don’t know, I tried to go into her mind, there was a little defence, nothing much, and then I thought I was in. I was planting the idea and everything before suddenly I got jolted out and I passed out." Damien explains, frowning the whole time.
"Do you think it was her?" Damien studies me closely before shaking his head.
"No, but whatever it was, it was definitely protecting her."
"Me? Who would want to protect me?" It made me a little sad that I couldn’t come up with a single answer to my own question.
"I don’t know, but maybe you should go back to class, Bree. Leave this to us to sort out." I nod, and leave the room and go back to class.
All through the day I received weird glances from my fellow students, and they were obviously avoiding me. I sat alone for the rest of the day. It was quickly becoming clear that I wasn’t going to make many friends here. Ashley and her friends didn’t talk to me again, but at least they didn’t give me any funny glances. I grind my teeth almost the whole day, just paying attention to my work. Which turned out to be good because I actually got a lot done.
At dinner I sat alone at an empty table. The table was near the line for food, and also near the teachers table, so most of the time it stayed empty. I was lost in playing with my food when a girl approached me, flicking her blond hair over her shoulder and talking loud enough for nearby people to hear, which was obviously her goal.
"Hey, you’re that girl that everyone is talking about, the one who is meant to be really powerful. Come on, freak, control my mind."
If I could control her mind I would have made her slap herself silly and be nice to all the nerds. This girl was a totally stereotype.
"I can’t control peoples minds." I say, blushing.
"Well you kicked Mr. Nasser out of your head, who, for your information, has like the strongest power in this school. And if you can do that, surely you can control my mind." She smirks triumphantly. I turn away.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, maybe he just fainted."
"Yeah, right." And then she walks away.
Back in my room that night I relaxed, even if just a little. This situation was weird. It had been a while since I had been to school. I had been living by myself and working, so coming back to school felt…odd. So coming back to a space I could call mine felt good. I showered which made me feel even better. I rummage through the draws to see what pjs they had given me, reminding myself to go into town soon. Tomorrow was Friday.
I settle on a pair of bright blue pants and white t-shirt. Boy were they bright. But the night was warm and I always preferred sleeping in less and adding on another blanket. I don’t know why. I pull the pyjamas on, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I glance at the clock. It was just past 9, late enough to go to bed. I brush my hair out and was just about to tie it up when there was a knock on the door.
[So what do you guys thinks so far? Sorry the story is going so slow]
"Take a seat, Bree." Offers Damien, slightly more relaxed, though a frown was still etched on his face. I gingerly sit on the edge of the arm chair he had motioned to.
"Are you okay?" Luken asks Damien in one of those undertones that you automatically turned away from, sensing it was private.
"Yeah, fine." He mumbles. Luken nods once.
"What happened?"
"I don’t know, I tried to go into her mind, there was a little defence, nothing much, and then I thought I was in. I was planting the idea and everything before suddenly I got jolted out and I passed out." Damien explains, frowning the whole time.
"Do you think it was her?" Damien studies me closely before shaking his head.
"No, but whatever it was, it was definitely protecting her."
"Me? Who would want to protect me?" It made me a little sad that I couldn’t come up with a single answer to my own question.
"I don’t know, but maybe you should go back to class, Bree. Leave this to us to sort out." I nod, and leave the room and go back to class.
All through the day I received weird glances from my fellow students, and they were obviously avoiding me. I sat alone for the rest of the day. It was quickly becoming clear that I wasn’t going to make many friends here. Ashley and her friends didn’t talk to me again, but at least they didn’t give me any funny glances. I grind my teeth almost the whole day, just paying attention to my work. Which turned out to be good because I actually got a lot done.
At dinner I sat alone at an empty table. The table was near the line for food, and also near the teachers table, so most of the time it stayed empty. I was lost in playing with my food when a girl approached me, flicking her blond hair over her shoulder and talking loud enough for nearby people to hear, which was obviously her goal.
"Hey, you’re that girl that everyone is talking about, the one who is meant to be really powerful. Come on, freak, control my mind."
If I could control her mind I would have made her slap herself silly and be nice to all the nerds. This girl was a totally stereotype.
"I can’t control peoples minds." I say, blushing.
"Well you kicked Mr. Nasser out of your head, who, for your information, has like the strongest power in this school. And if you can do that, surely you can control my mind." She smirks triumphantly. I turn away.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, maybe he just fainted."
"Yeah, right." And then she walks away.
Back in my room that night I relaxed, even if just a little. This situation was weird. It had been a while since I had been to school. I had been living by myself and working, so coming back to school felt…odd. So coming back to a space I could call mine felt good. I showered which made me feel even better. I rummage through the draws to see what pjs they had given me, reminding myself to go into town soon. Tomorrow was Friday.
I settle on a pair of bright blue pants and white t-shirt. Boy were they bright. But the night was warm and I always preferred sleeping in less and adding on another blanket. I don’t know why. I pull the pyjamas on, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I glance at the clock. It was just past 9, late enough to go to bed. I brush my hair out and was just about to tie it up when there was a knock on the door.
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[I'm trying to post more often I swear]
My hands fly to my mouth.
"Oh crap, sorry!" I moan, though truly I was sure I hadn’t done anything. Luken was already out of his chair and was kneeling by Damien’s side. I felt like an idiot standing there so I kneel down too. The class had erupted with noise and whispers and shouts.
"I need to take him to sick bay, class dismissed!" Then he grabs my arm and drags me along I gulp and close my eyes.
I wait a few seconds before I open them and we were in sick bay, Luken was helping Damien onto a bed but he was already starting to wake up.
"Nurse!" Luken calls. I stand up and then awkwardly wonder if I should go to the bed or just stay out of the way. Nurse Peat comes and once again I feel out of place as I stand in the middle of the room on the clean white floor.
"Luken, you do like to visit me often, don’t you?" Lukens grunts in way of reply.
"What happened to you?" The nurse asks Damien as he struggle into a sitting position.
"I was trying to control the girl and…I woke up here." All their eyes focus on me.
"Yeah, sorry about that." I say nervously, Luken keep staring at me while the Nurse looks over Damien.
"How do you feel now?"
"Actually…fine. Exactly the same."
"Hmmm. Well I should keep you for observation at least-"
"No need. I am quite looking forward to an interesting conversation with this girl, and I would like to have it soon." I felt scared, hoping he naturally looked that serious. Why did I get the specific feeling I was in trouble.
"Now Damien, we talked about this."
"I’m fine." He objects, swinging his legs off the bed an standing up.
"Why do I bother?" The nurse mutters, leaving the room.
"What’s your name girl?" He asks in a deep voice, approaching me.
"Bree." I say in a small voice, feeling scared.
"Why can’t I enter your mind?"
"Maybe my heads too thick." He doesn’t smile, I sigh, rubbing my head.
"Bree is new here, Damien." Damien nods slowly.
"So this is your charge?" Luken nods.
"I’m sorry." I say again. "It didn’t actually feel like I was doing anything, though I tried, I was about to do what you told me. I could feel you, in my mind." I shiver at the last part but I don’t think he notices because suddenly his eyes seem very far away.
"Damien?" Luken asks, laying his hands on Damien’s shoulder. Damien’s eyes refocus.
"I don’t think it was her."
"Who else could it have been?"
"I don’t know, it felt…odd. I haven’t passed out before, especially since my powers are at this level. It couldn’t have been her." Ouch. See, I never get the interesting powers. Just stupid, pointless sight.
"Let’s take this somewhere else." Luken says, guiding us out the door.
"My room." Says Damien, and ten silent minutes later he opens a door to let us inside.
His room was clean, for the most part, and had a lot of books around, and had a dark yellow, like parchment coloured walls, and expensive furniture. It was nice, odd and homely all at the same time.
[I'm trying to post more often I swear]
My hands fly to my mouth.
"Oh crap, sorry!" I moan, though truly I was sure I hadn’t done anything. Luken was already out of his chair and was kneeling by Damien’s side. I felt like an idiot standing there so I kneel down too. The class had erupted with noise and whispers and shouts.
"I need to take him to sick bay, class dismissed!" Then he grabs my arm and drags me along I gulp and close my eyes.
I wait a few seconds before I open them and we were in sick bay, Luken was helping Damien onto a bed but he was already starting to wake up.
"Nurse!" Luken calls. I stand up and then awkwardly wonder if I should go to the bed or just stay out of the way. Nurse Peat comes and once again I feel out of place as I stand in the middle of the room on the clean white floor.
"Luken, you do like to visit me often, don’t you?" Lukens grunts in way of reply.
"What happened to you?" The nurse asks Damien as he struggle into a sitting position.
"I was trying to control the girl and…I woke up here." All their eyes focus on me.
"Yeah, sorry about that." I say nervously, Luken keep staring at me while the Nurse looks over Damien.
"How do you feel now?"
"Actually…fine. Exactly the same."
"Hmmm. Well I should keep you for observation at least-"
"No need. I am quite looking forward to an interesting conversation with this girl, and I would like to have it soon." I felt scared, hoping he naturally looked that serious. Why did I get the specific feeling I was in trouble.
"Now Damien, we talked about this."
"I’m fine." He objects, swinging his legs off the bed an standing up.
"Why do I bother?" The nurse mutters, leaving the room.
"What’s your name girl?" He asks in a deep voice, approaching me.
"Bree." I say in a small voice, feeling scared.
"Why can’t I enter your mind?"
"Maybe my heads too thick." He doesn’t smile, I sigh, rubbing my head.
"Bree is new here, Damien." Damien nods slowly.
"So this is your charge?" Luken nods.
"I’m sorry." I say again. "It didn’t actually feel like I was doing anything, though I tried, I was about to do what you told me. I could feel you, in my mind." I shiver at the last part but I don’t think he notices because suddenly his eyes seem very far away.
"Damien?" Luken asks, laying his hands on Damien’s shoulder. Damien’s eyes refocus.
"I don’t think it was her."
"Who else could it have been?"
"I don’t know, it felt…odd. I haven’t passed out before, especially since my powers are at this level. It couldn’t have been her." Ouch. See, I never get the interesting powers. Just stupid, pointless sight.
"Let’s take this somewhere else." Luken says, guiding us out the door.
"My room." Says Damien, and ten silent minutes later he opens a door to let us inside.
His room was clean, for the most part, and had a lot of books around, and had a dark yellow, like parchment coloured walls, and expensive furniture. It was nice, odd and homely all at the same time.
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Luken, with no need to hush the class, starts immediately with the introductions.
"Class, as most of you already know, this is Damien. Damien is head of security here and has the ability to control minds and is ranked among the most powerful of his kind." These words had no particular effect on anyone in the class, except me. I could immediately feel myself stiffen and become wary of the man, who smiled a little at the class.
Now that it had been brought to my attention my mind was something I was overly aware of, not something I wanted messed with by someone else. Mind control. Hmmm. Not the kind of ability you would expect from a guy like this, I was rather expecting…fire control? Or something like that, if that’s even possible.
I notice Luken nod to Damien and then go to sit near the side of the room. Damien leans against Lukens desk, facing the class.
"Morning class. Today I just wanted to give you a little lesson about how the mind, and mind control, works. It is not an easy process. To be able to get into one persons mind is a rare talent, but to be able to leave a thought, make it think it was there own, and convince them to do it is not an easy task. When-"
"I heard that you can send and receive messages from people who also have…the ability." Damien, unfazed at being interrupted, nods.
"That's true, it takes a lot of concentration, especially when talking to someone else at the same time." He grins, obviously remembering some former experience.
"But the further away the person is, the harder it is it to reach their mind. And reading minds is not the constant buzz that people claim to go crazy from, it takes effort. It drains you, and you certainly should not use it every day."
"Can you control someone’s mind in here?" A boy from the back of the room calls out.
"Okay. You there!" I jerk my head up automatically and was shocked at having those deep brown eyes staring into mine. He meant me.
"Come up here." He says. I feel myself blush as I slide out from behind my desk. I knew why he had chosen me, because I was staring at my desk and probably looking like I wasn’t paying attention, but I was. I was just thinking about what he was saying.
I get to the front of the room before I start to worry again, I didn’t want him to control my mind. He turns back to the class.
"What shall I have her do, eh?" Suggestions erupt from everyone almost at once.
"Jump out a window!"
"Cluck like a chicken!"
"Run in circles!" Each suggestion got more and more insane and I smile weakly.
"Do a pirouette!" A girl in the front row yells. Damien points to her.
"That’s a good idea, nothing to embarrassing now, eh?" He stands up and turns to face me, his face becoming serious.
I felt him, I actually felt him in my mind. Well, I thought I did anyway, and I completely panicked, though I made sure to keep my exterior calm. I tried to fight against him. I could hear his voice, whispering the suggestion.
I don’t move. He frowns, then pushes harder.
I totally panic, I knew I was too weak because I could feel him right in the center of my mind, the one place in my life I thought was private. I could feel my hands twitch and begin to raise and I gave up fighting against him completely.
That was when he collapsed.
Luken, with no need to hush the class, starts immediately with the introductions.
"Class, as most of you already know, this is Damien. Damien is head of security here and has the ability to control minds and is ranked among the most powerful of his kind." These words had no particular effect on anyone in the class, except me. I could immediately feel myself stiffen and become wary of the man, who smiled a little at the class.
Now that it had been brought to my attention my mind was something I was overly aware of, not something I wanted messed with by someone else. Mind control. Hmmm. Not the kind of ability you would expect from a guy like this, I was rather expecting…fire control? Or something like that, if that’s even possible.
I notice Luken nod to Damien and then go to sit near the side of the room. Damien leans against Lukens desk, facing the class.
"Morning class. Today I just wanted to give you a little lesson about how the mind, and mind control, works. It is not an easy process. To be able to get into one persons mind is a rare talent, but to be able to leave a thought, make it think it was there own, and convince them to do it is not an easy task. When-"
"I heard that you can send and receive messages from people who also have…the ability." Damien, unfazed at being interrupted, nods.
"That's true, it takes a lot of concentration, especially when talking to someone else at the same time." He grins, obviously remembering some former experience.
"But the further away the person is, the harder it is it to reach their mind. And reading minds is not the constant buzz that people claim to go crazy from, it takes effort. It drains you, and you certainly should not use it every day."
"Can you control someone’s mind in here?" A boy from the back of the room calls out.
"Okay. You there!" I jerk my head up automatically and was shocked at having those deep brown eyes staring into mine. He meant me.
"Come up here." He says. I feel myself blush as I slide out from behind my desk. I knew why he had chosen me, because I was staring at my desk and probably looking like I wasn’t paying attention, but I was. I was just thinking about what he was saying.
I get to the front of the room before I start to worry again, I didn’t want him to control my mind. He turns back to the class.
"What shall I have her do, eh?" Suggestions erupt from everyone almost at once.
"Jump out a window!"
"Cluck like a chicken!"
"Run in circles!" Each suggestion got more and more insane and I smile weakly.
"Do a pirouette!" A girl in the front row yells. Damien points to her.
"That’s a good idea, nothing to embarrassing now, eh?" He stands up and turns to face me, his face becoming serious.
I felt him, I actually felt him in my mind. Well, I thought I did anyway, and I completely panicked, though I made sure to keep my exterior calm. I tried to fight against him. I could hear his voice, whispering the suggestion.
I don’t move. He frowns, then pushes harder.
I totally panic, I knew I was too weak because I could feel him right in the center of my mind, the one place in my life I thought was private. I could feel my hands twitch and begin to raise and I gave up fighting against him completely.
That was when he collapsed.
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"Why did that happen?" As if expecting my question he immediately replied.
"This school is full of power strengthening spells and charms. This helps someone to achieve their full power and learn to control their own strength. Mainly, its to help the students." I swallow, looking at the ground, lost in thought.
"What if it hurts some of the students instead?" I ask quietly. He slows his pace, then stops. I turn to look at him, surprised. He watches me with those all-knowing eyes and sighs.
"I have to go." He says suddenly. I feel my shoulders drop but quickly collect myself.
"Ok, see ya." I wave and turn around to find my way back to my room. But I was chewing my lip again. I actually revealed something to him and all he can says is ‘I have to go.’ Stupid Typical man.
I don’t see Ashley or any of her friends, school was almost over, and I didn’t want to go to the end of class. So in the common room I make myself a sandwich (for later), grab a drink, and head to my room to watch TV.
Before I go to bed that night I sigh, and sit on its edge. I fidget, then sigh again. I had never prayed before, but I was nervous about class tomorrow. Ok, so my first day was over, but I wasn’t there for most of it and I had a weird feeling about tomorrow.
I didn’t want to kneel, it felt stupid. I didn’t know who to pray to. This god they spoke of here, Zin, seemed like a good option but every time I opened my mouth to say her name now it would not come out.
‘powers stronger than me…’ No.
‘The almighty one…’ No.
‘The holy spirit…’ No…but there was something there. Then suddenly it sprang to my mind.
‘To all pure spirits…’ It felt odd against my tongue but I said it anyway.
"To all pure spirits, please help me to get through tomorrow. Protect me, just for that day and I will be thankful’
When I was saying it, it felt good, but after wards I sat there feeling stupid, so I just went to sleep. I was not going to pray again.
The next day I had Luken first class, and I didn’t get lost, and I wasn’t late, so I was feeling pretty good all around. When Luken walked in I noticed the class hushed noticeably and I look around. All of the girls had a dreamy look on their face and all the guys sat up straighter in obvious respect. I commit that to memory, young as Luken was, he was respected greatly around here. I wondered why, he wasn’t that special.
But as he walks in, another man follows him. I hadn’t seen him before, but the other students seemed to recognize, and respect him, too. I look him over.He was strong, and I mean he had some serious muscle going on. His face was full of too sharp angles and his hair had a crew cut. But he smiled as he came in, looking rather relaxed. Luken looked small and weak in comparison to this guy.
"Why did that happen?" As if expecting my question he immediately replied.
"This school is full of power strengthening spells and charms. This helps someone to achieve their full power and learn to control their own strength. Mainly, its to help the students." I swallow, looking at the ground, lost in thought.
"What if it hurts some of the students instead?" I ask quietly. He slows his pace, then stops. I turn to look at him, surprised. He watches me with those all-knowing eyes and sighs.
"I have to go." He says suddenly. I feel my shoulders drop but quickly collect myself.
"Ok, see ya." I wave and turn around to find my way back to my room. But I was chewing my lip again. I actually revealed something to him and all he can says is ‘I have to go.’ Stupid Typical man.
I don’t see Ashley or any of her friends, school was almost over, and I didn’t want to go to the end of class. So in the common room I make myself a sandwich (for later), grab a drink, and head to my room to watch TV.
Before I go to bed that night I sigh, and sit on its edge. I fidget, then sigh again. I had never prayed before, but I was nervous about class tomorrow. Ok, so my first day was over, but I wasn’t there for most of it and I had a weird feeling about tomorrow.
I didn’t want to kneel, it felt stupid. I didn’t know who to pray to. This god they spoke of here, Zin, seemed like a good option but every time I opened my mouth to say her name now it would not come out.
‘powers stronger than me…’ No.
‘The almighty one…’ No.
‘The holy spirit…’ No…but there was something there. Then suddenly it sprang to my mind.
‘To all pure spirits…’ It felt odd against my tongue but I said it anyway.
"To all pure spirits, please help me to get through tomorrow. Protect me, just for that day and I will be thankful’
When I was saying it, it felt good, but after wards I sat there feeling stupid, so I just went to sleep. I was not going to pray again.
The next day I had Luken first class, and I didn’t get lost, and I wasn’t late, so I was feeling pretty good all around. When Luken walked in I noticed the class hushed noticeably and I look around. All of the girls had a dreamy look on their face and all the guys sat up straighter in obvious respect. I commit that to memory, young as Luken was, he was respected greatly around here. I wondered why, he wasn’t that special.
But as he walks in, another man follows him. I hadn’t seen him before, but the other students seemed to recognize, and respect him, too. I look him over.He was strong, and I mean he had some serious muscle going on. His face was full of too sharp angles and his hair had a crew cut. But he smiled as he came in, looking rather relaxed. Luken looked small and weak in comparison to this guy.