Bloody

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Camilla is the daughter of a rich lady. She is adept in the Ability, training to get better. But then, a young maid in her household tries to commit suicide. Using the Ability, she saved her. But
this event changes everything. Camilla questions her knowledge of the Ability. Is it truly good?

Submitted: May 17, 2018

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“Please miss, please,” the woman begged me, her eyes wide and desperate. She stood right on the edge of the balcony, her legs prepared for her final jump.

“No!” I cried out, holding out my hand. Inwardly, I reached out with my mind. Groping around, I finally felt her. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard. The Ability in me seemed to sense what I wanted and grasped hold of her thoughts. I pushed every positive memory I had into her.

“No,” she cried out feebly, but I could see her inch back. I forced them harder. A slow smile crept over her face. A glassy sheen covered her eyes. She stepped away from the edge and giggled. “What a wonderful day,” she shouted, excitedly. “Oh, what a wonderful day.”

I relaxed, now that the danger had passed. The feeling was only brief. Sharp footsteps behind me only gave a second of a warning.

Whirling around, I stared into the face of Mother. “Charlotte.” Her voice was sickly sweet and her eyes narrowed as if she was looking at a disgusting bug. “What are you doing with a common maid on the balcony,” she snapped.

I flinched slightly. “She was trying to jump off,” I murmured. “I used the Ability to save her.”

She sneered at me. “The Ability should not be wasted on a servant.”

I felt a probe in my mind. Suddenly, I was grinning at her maniacally. “Of course Mother,” I said, feeling like I wasn’t in trouble. I tried to fight off her hold but failed amazingly.

“Good,” she replied, giving me a cold smile. She let go of my actions and I let out my breath. “Now why don’t you go to Mason if you're so eager to practice.”

I gave her a stiff nod and walked toward the staircase. “Evil woman,” I muttered, keeping my voice low.
“What was that?” she asked. I felt my body freeze up under me again. Drat, she hasn’t left my mind yet.

“I said poor maid,” I replied, my voice quavering a little. She examined me suspiciously.

“Well go along then,” she said, turning around.

I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out of the room. Shutting the door behind me, I collapsed on the ground, my muscles like jelly. Just spending one minute with her makes me exhausted.

I slowly got to my feet and walked toward Mason’s training room. Of course, I would rather be sleeping but if I disobeyed Mother… I shivered, not wanting to think of the consequences.

“Hey Mason,” I called entering the room. “You here?” A young man stretching by the wall smiled at me.

“Lady Camilla,” he said, bowing slightly. “Has Lady Edyth ordered a late training.” He stood up, bracing himself against the wall.

“Yes,” I replied. “So let’s get to work.”

Moments later, I was sitting cross legged on the floor with Mason and a young Crim next to me. “Okay,” he said. “Open your mind to the world. Slowly! It can take a while to get used to.”

I took a deep breath and lowered the defenses of my mind. I reached out and felt his presence. “Good,” he said. “Now further.”

I extended my reach until I touched the Crim. He gasped as he felt me in his head.

“Now make him laugh,” he ordered. I focused harder and thought LAUGH with all of my mind.

The boy let out a small chuckle. I felt his thoughts churning in his head. I tried focusing on his physical traits. Dirty blond hair, large eyes, and a thin nose. I made him burst out laughing. He fell over clutching his stomach and gasping for breath. I felt a small twinge of satisfaction.

I glanced over at Mason to hear his thoughts. “Good,” he said. “Now make him cry.”

It continued like this for the rest of the day.

Finally, he called the lesson to an end. “Great improvement,” he complimented. “But be careful not to be so forceful. If you want to discreetly influence someone, you have to be gentle and stealthy.

I heaved myself to my feet, sweat rolling off my body in waves. “Thank you,” I replied. Barely keeping my balance, I stumbled back to my room and collapsed on the bed. I dove into oblivion and escaped from my exhaustion.

The next morning, I woke up sore and strained. Carefully pulling on a simple dress, I went to my favorite place. A little known balcony that was very rarely occupied by anyone. It allowed me to see almost everything without anyone seeing me.

I slid open the door to see the maid from yesterday. The frantic look was back in her face. Her legs were braced against the ground and prepared to jump off.

The Ability coursed through me and I immediately grasped control of her mind. “Please,” she whispered. “Let me go.”

“Why,” I cried out, trying to buy time. “Why are you doing this?” She didn’t answer and fought back. I lost my hold on her thoughts. With no time to think, I dove into her memories.

A large stranger filled my vision. His hand rubbed my cheek roughly as grotesque smile revealed his rotten teeth. His hand rested on her bare thigh and crept under my dress. I tried to pull away from him but his grip held me anchored.

I shot out of her memory in silence. This is why she’s commiting suicide. I felt a shiver inside of me. I didn’t help the maid. I only hurt her. I gave her false happiness when she was being abused.

I entered her thoughts. She trembled violently, worried. Don’t do this, I told her. I can fire the guard. You can forget about him. I will dismiss him immediately. Her shaking slowed.

she whispered in her head. It’s too late, I’m pregnant. She looked at me with her wide eyes.

I couldn’t force her. I wouldn’t force her. “It’s your choice,” I said. I stepped back and withdrew from her mind.

She watched me disbelievingly. Her eyes were thankful. “Goodbye,” she murmured. She fell. I watched her the whole way. Until the ugly crunch of bones made me avert my gaze.

Tears streamed down my face and I made my way back to my room. I sat there, on my bed for the entire night. I didn’t move, honoring the maid in my own way.

The next morning, I silently went to the training room for my early morning lessons. Mason was already there with the same Crim from last time. “Good morning Lady Camilla,” he said cheerfully. “Are you ready for your practice?”

I nodded at him stiffly. “Well get on with it,” he ordered.

I reached out to the Crim’s thoughts. He was frantic and all over the place, thinking too fast for me to comprehend. I closed her eyes and sent him a mental thought. I WON’T DO IT.

I turned to Mason. “It’s not working,” I cried, pretending to be upset. “I can’t reach him.”

He frowned. “Try again dear.” For half an hour, we sat, me pretending to fail at reaching the Crim. “I don’t understand,” he said, frustrated. “Is something wrong? You were doing perfectly yesterday.”

I shook my head. “I’ll never do this,” I grumbled.

He rubbed his forehead. “Just one more time,” he sighed. “Your mother won’t be happy about this you know?”

I closed my eyes again and pretended to concentrate. Moments later, a foreign presence entered my mind. It swirled around, as if mocking me. My eyes flew open. Mason was staring of a some distant point, distracted. The Crim’s eyes bored into mine. He seemed to be concentrating intently. Maybe you're not so bad after all. He watched me coolly, not revealing a thing.

 My head whirled. Crims don’t have the ability. Their just common criminals from the nearby cities. Nine o’clock, I thought to him. Tell the guards the word desperate. They’ll let you in. I left his mind.

He gave me a light nod, hardly noticeable. “This isn’t fair!” I shouted, faking a tantrum. “Why isn’t it working?” I stomped out of the room, angrily.

That night, I waited for him to arrive. He did, perfectly on time. “So what do you want?” he asked, his voice had a hint of suspicion as if he didn’t fully trust me. I wouldn’t either.

I was silent for a few moments. “The maid,” I whispered. The whole story came pouring out of me as tears slipped down my cheeks. When I was done, I shivered. Now I was completely empty. I revealed to him the most vulnerable part of me.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. When most people say that, I have a feeling that they don’t mean it. When he said it, I knew he meant it. He clutched me as I sobbed in his shoulder. A boy who had only met me the day before, now trusted me completely. Slowly, he started talking too. How he didn’t want to leave is family so he hid his Ability and only practised it when no one was around.

Finally, I dried my tears. “I have something to show you,” I told him. I pulled aside a tapestry to reveal a hidden door. I opened it to reveal a small but cozy room. “My secret place.”

A fire was smoldering in the back of the room. I held a scissor to my hand and cut into the skin. A dark line of blood welled out. I splattered my blood into the fireplace. It sizzled as it met the hot coal. I lifted my chin. “I,” I stated. “Camilla of the Dergato family, swear an oath to never control someone using the ability.”

I held out the scissor to the Crim, my eyebrows raised in a silent dare. He understood. Cutting his palm, he held it out to the fire. A drop of blood dripped down.“I,” he said. “Noah of the Herat family, swear an oath to never control someone using the ability.”

He lowered his hand and slipped it into my injured one. Our blood ran together creating a dark liquid that symbolized the future we had. There was no going back on fire oath. There was no undoing the bind over the bind over the Ability. We would be like this forever.

 

Author's Note,

 

  Thankyou for reading my story. I hope you will leave me comment on what you thought of it. Also, if you enjoyed, press the green like button. I take no credit for the cover image. I got it from https://tenor.com/search/bloody-hand-gifs.

 

Arya the Elf

 


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