Gripping On To The Truth

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Chapter 12 (v.1)

Submitted: August 19, 2012

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Submitted: August 19, 2012



Alecs POV (! are you exited yet?)

"So, here's what you need to know," I said, as soothingly as I could. She was going to freak out, I just know it. "I know about your abilities. I know about how you can control minds and read people's thoughts. I also know about what happened with your parents. Not the whole story, though."

Her breathing quickened and I stopped. After a few moments she looked up and nodded. I continued.

"Believe it or not, there are many people like you, people with abilities, or powers. And, like anything else, there are good and bad. Some people, like you, control their powers. Others let theirs run loose.

Jay comes from an organation that was originals created to rid of the latter. After a few centuries, this organization evolved, or degressed, into something different. Now, their main priority is killing everyone with powers and people from my organization. People sworn to protect your kind. That is the only reason Jay didn't kill you today, he was waiting for me to show up. Of course, he doesn't know that it's me assigned to protect you."

"Okay, I think I understand." Fyre said quietly.

"Uh, there's more." I said cautiously. "The majority of people from Jay's organization are regular humans. People from my organization usually aren't. Most of then have powers, like me." I heard her make a small gasp.

" I have the ability to change objects slightly. Move an object a few inches, make it change colours, or even change the strength of an object." I explained. "Not nearly as big as what you can do."

" Oh." She said, thinking for a few moments. "So the railing on the steps, and the baseball, that was you? "

"And the coat hanger." I answered sheepishly, looking up. Her eyes were huge with shock and surprise. "The coat hanger was an accident though."

"Oh my God, Oh my God. This is not happening." She gasped. I got up and sat down on the couch beside her.

"Fyre, it's ok. Shh, you need to calm down. Breath before you pass out." I soothed, wrapping my arms around her awkwardly. I've never really been one for touching people. Or talking to people. It's fair to say I'm not a people person.

"Is there anything else I should know?" She asked quietly after several moments.

"Well, I guess I could tell you about your training. Because if people like Jay, you will have to learn self defence. In that case, I guess your lucky. You have the best self defence teacher there is."

"Who?" She asked, curiously.

"Why, me of course." I explained, grinning.

" Of course." She responded sarcastically. "So how long does this training last?"

"Well, that depends. It usually takes about a year though."

"A year?! I have to live here for a year?"

"Am I that bad of a host?" I asked, mockingly outraged.

"No of course not. Oh. Your just kidding. So do you have a place to train? Or do you just use your living room?" I nodded, that yes, we do have a training room. "Well, give me a tour of your house."

"Mansion." I corrected.


Fyre's POV

I couldn't believe it. First, Jay does some weird thing to my mind, then Alec, a guy I barely know, takes me to his mansion and tell me about some cult or something, and now he's showing me his training room. Training room?! Who the hell has a training room?

I have to admit,though, the training room was really impressive. It was as big as the school gym but it was layers out very differently. The floor was made of the stuff people use for wrestling mats. There were multiple beams hanging from the roof. They hung at different heights. The walls were lined with weapons. The right side of the room had random obstacles.

"Wow." Was all I could utter. Alec chuckled and glances sideways at me.

"They have training facilities for instructors, like me, to train their students, like you, all over the world."

"What if I don't want to be trained? What if I want to go home and live a normal life?" I asked. Alec snorted.

" Normal? Sweetheart, you can read minds." Alec pointed out. "And yes, you can go home. Just remember, I may not be around if Jay comes after you again." With that, Alex spun around and walked back to the living room, as though he didn't even care whether or not I followed.


Alec's POV

God, I hoped she would follow. That girl had no idea how much. I was frightened by how much I wanted her to follow.

Professional Alec. Stay professional.

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