The Last of the Mind Movers; Lilith

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
part two of the last of the mind movers

Submitted: July 29, 2009

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Grim lie alone on his temporary bed at the foster care house with his eyes closed. He had been here for several weeks now, and was beginning to think the place wasn't half bad. He had a roof over his head, the food was surpisingly good, even by his standards, (they had their own cook! Can you believe that?), and he had met some very interesting people, none quite like him, but they were unique all in their own rights. He was free to stay as long as he wanted, and at first he thought that would only be a day, but now he saw himself never leaving.

He was becoming less and less of an outcast every day. And the thing he enjoyed most was not needing to use his telekinesis. His nightmarish journey on Black Planet and his horrifying ordeals with Mammon (he suspected), would always haunt him, but he was doing the best he could to forget it all. What also eased him was remembering his friends. August, David, Matius. He could see their faces now, and it put a smile on his face. They had been avenged, so their deaths were not in vain. He kept thinking back to that day he saw Anna at the cemetery. He desperately wanted to tell her what she now possessed, but it wasn't the right time or place. Deep down he thought Anna blamed him for the death of her husband and son. He concluded what was done was done, and it was in Anna's best interest to find out for herself that she was a mind mover.

"Hi Grim. You awake?" He didn't have to look to know who it was. That voice was permanently imprinted in his memory. A voice that was both angellic and sultry. Just hearing it made him tingle all over, and it sent a charge through his body. He opened his eyes and looked toward the door. Her hair was down today, and seeing it like that drove him nuts. She had the most fiery red hair he had ever seen. Grim had to control himself, keep himself from pouncing on her right now.

"Hey Lily. No, I'm awake. Come on in here." Lily came to the foster house just a week after he did, and they hit it off immediately. Her parents were killed in a house fire. Firefighters were only able to get her out. Investigators ruled the fire an arson case. She was a few years older than he was, and also an only child. They both had no living family members. Grim thought they made a nice pair, and she was absolutely astounded by his mind abilities. She once made Grim float her in the air, and that happened to be the same way they first made love. Floating in the air. From then on they were inseparable.

Lily ran in and jumped on Grim's bed, then leaned over and kissed him. "So what are you up to, Grim?" "I'm just relaxing. Thinking about my friends. I'm thinking about you though now." A perky little grin appeared on her face, and Grim's animal instincts took over. "Whoa Grim, you sexy tiger. I better let you be on top."

It was so passionate. Wild at first, then it slowed to exhilarating sensuality, almost like teasing foreplay. Grim knew he would never have better than Lily, and in a terrifying twist, she would also be his last.

After, they lay side by side, with lily pretending to be asleep. She waited for Grim to fall asleep, and when he did, she whispered in his ear, "Now you are going to suffer for killing my son." Grim opened his eyes. "What?" But that was all he would say. Lily slapped him in the face, over and over, then she pulled out the knife she had concealed behind her back, and thrust it with an impact of two trains colliding straight through Grim's heart, and the last thing he heard her say was, "You killed my son. Mammon. And my name is Lilith. Now go to hell." Lily regurgitated the knife with such force that blood went spraying all over the room.

She expected more of a fight from the great Grim, but what can she say? She had him wrapped around her finger. Now it would all end. She went out the back, and started her search for the last one. The last mind mover. Anna Green.


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