User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/The Twelve Forces: Part One

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Mara’s P.O.V

Telekinesis



Before Earth

“Guys, you shouldn’t be doing this!” I yelled at my eleven siblings. I was basically the mother out of the twelve of us. I was the one who always  helped MAMA keep my siblings under control. But without MAMA…

“Eddie! No stomping on the ground! Can’t you see you made a crack across probably all of Isis!?” I screamed.

“You’re not MAMA, Mara.” Jerome whispered in my ear, appearing out of nowhere. The hairs on my skin stood up in surprise. Then he vanished, appearing next to our major troublemaker brother, Alfie.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You can’t control us!” Alfie yelled creating a phoenix out of flames in the air with his arms, just like his symbol.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">My only sibling with a little common sense was Fabian. He sometimes helped MAMA and I control the others, but he mainly keeps to himself. He has a bit of social anxiety and depression. Or maybe he’s just completely flustered, which, I can’t blame him. We’re supposed to stand around and protect the very powerful Tree of Life from any harm, which hasn’t happened in two hundred sixty-seven centuries. We weren’t even born yet. MAMA was a young teenager. Protecting the Tree is an honor that we must cherish, but the others think it’s boring and they don’t take it too seriously.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">It’s also flustering just watching these morons go chaotic with their powers. This has turned into an everyday thing now too. MAMA is getting more and more annoyed everyday.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian controls lightning. In order to control his power correctly, he has to wear a ring with his symbol on it. His power could be deadly if used incorrectly. He’s so paranoid about making a mistake that he only wears the ring when he needs to use his powers. He always carries it around, of course, though. He doesn’t want anyone to take it. So quiet and paranoid… I’m glad he isn’t like the others.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Another sibling who rarely gets physically involved in the chaos is Nina. And I’m glad about that. If she played with her power, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">time control <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">, everyday, we’d all be in danger. She does occasionally play around with it, but not really. Instead she chants the others on as I try to calm them down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“That was <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">so <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> cool, Alfie! Show me it again!” She yelled, glaring at me evilly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Nina and I have never gotten along. Ever.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Everyone else just loves to cause chaos. Joy freezes everything in sight so she can show off her ice skating skills to everyone. When I tell her not to do that, she whines and yells that I’m “crushing her dreams” that “the planet is her ice rink to practice becoming a pro ice skater” and that I’m “a hater”.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Patricia is… stubborn. When I tell her to stop flooding Isis, she comes over to me, makes a huge ball of water, and smashes it onto my head. Then she proceeds to do what she was doing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Mick likes to jump off of buildings and scare civilians into thinking he committed suicide. I tell him not to scare people like that and not to joke around about such a serious topic, but instead of stopping, he pushes me off of a building then flies to the bottom before I crash to the ground so that he can catch me. Do you know how frightening that is?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Willow can’t joke around with her power because there’s nothing to really play with. She heals. That’s it. She overuses her power on plants and animals though, wasting her energy and making her exhausted. Which isn’t good because if one of our idiot siblings gets hurt, she won’t be able to heal them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Amber uses the sun’s light and it’s energy to make balls of light and throw them at me when I correct her about using electricity instead of natural light, like she was taught to do. Basically being a smartass.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">KT isn’t too much of an issue, but she’s a pushover. If one of the siblings tells her to create a tornado or hurricane or to stop wind itself, she’ll do it with no question. For example, Mick always asks- more like <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">commands <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">her to create a wicked tornado so that he can surf it. She does it instantly. If I tell her no, she won’t, but right after if someone tells her yes, she will. It’s like the girl can’t make decisions for herself, so the others take advantage.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Eddie controls the ground. Earthquakes, cracks on the planet, the majority of them are caused by Eddie and his immaturity. If I tell him to stop, he’ll just stomp around causing damage to Isis’ inner core.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Alfie is the jokester/prankster among us along with Jerome. Fire and teleportation are a deadly duo when two bozos control it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">What’s my power you ask? I move things without touching it. Telekinesis, they call it. The others always urge me to join them in the chaos, but they don’t want <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">me <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">to join. They just want my power. That’s why I follow MAMA’s orders instead of goofing off.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Because I’m never truly invited.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">♚♚

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’d given up for the day. No one was listening, I’d been injured enough. I went to the Tree of Life for energy, privacy, silence, and bliss.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">When I got there, I saw Fabian standing there in front of it. His face said something was wrong.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey…” I said, my voice sounding stressed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You sound like you were beat up.” He said calmly, not looking away from the Tree.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I was… Mick threw me off of the highest mountains on Isis today… my heart is still pounding. When Mick caught me at the bottom Patricia dumped water on me and Joy freezed it on my face. I still have ice on me.” I complained. I felt like I could really rant to him and not get judged. He’s my only sibling I can really trust.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t let them treat you like that, Mara.” He said, finally looking at me. He seemed concerned for me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You believe I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">let <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">them? It’s not like I can stop them anyways. MAMA never taught me how to lift large objects like cars to throw at them. It would also help if I knew how to lift <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">people <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">too…” I trailed off.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’s MAMA’s job to train us from birth to age one hundred. We’re one hundred seventeen now, Mara. We have to train ourselves.” Fabian said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you train?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Of course. When I’m not here protecting the Tree, I’m by the ocean, practicing. Unfortunately, I don’t get to do it often because these morons don’t know how to act. It’s… distracting.” He explained.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’d wish they’d mature. We’re not little kids anymore.” I sighed. Fabian went back to looking at the Tree. His eyes widened.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What is it?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“The Tree... this isn’t the Tree…” He said nervously.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“WHAT?!” I screamed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“T-t-this is a fake copy! THERE AREN’T ANY ROOTS!” He screamed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“OH MY GOD! WE HAVE TO TELL THE OTHERS!” I yelled. We both ran to where all the others were.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Guys! Something bad has happened!” I cried. Joy laughed and threw a snowball at me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Shut up, goodie two shoes!” She snickered. Fabian put on his ring and stomped the ground. The clear sky quickly disappeared and changed into black clouds. He lifted his hand up and lightning began to appear all over the place.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“THE TREE IS GONE YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” He screamed. His voice boomed off of the buildings and rang in everyone’s eardrums. His voice was as loud as thunder.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">His voice <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">was <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">thunder.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“T-t-the tree?” KT stuttered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ha! <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Impossible <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” Eddie laughed. Fabian’s ring had sparks coming off of it as he aggressively clenched his hands.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Does it look like I’m joking, you fool?” He snapped. Eddie’s cocky smirk turned into a frown.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I see the Tree from here! What are you talking about?!” Patricia yelled. Jerome suddenly appeared in front of us.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">talking <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">about? I just looked and it’s right there!” Jeromesaid.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’s mimicry. A copy. A <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">rootless <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">copy. The entire reason why the Tree is sacred is because of the power in it’s roots. Why don’t you go transport your ass over there again and look!” I yelled. Jerome blinked and stepped back. They’d never seen me like this before.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">He vanished, leaving a black fog behind him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What if they’re telling the truth?” Alfie asked the others.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why would we lie about something like this?!” I yelled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“To get us to stop being rowdy.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh that’d be <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">lovely <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">if you, oh, I don’t know, GREW UP, but we both know it’ll never happen so why even try? Mara has faith that there’s a little maturity in you people deep down,” Fabian snapped.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“But I don’t.” He finished. Nobody said anything after that, as Fabian apparently offended them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Jerome appeared before us again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I-i-i-it’s true… we… we… WHY WEREN’T YOU TWO LOOKING AFTER THE TREE IF WE’RE SO IRRESPONSIBLE?!” Jerome screamed. Fabian couldn’t hold back a laugh.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is it really up to Mara and I to protect the Tree? If you’re out having a good time, why can’t <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">we <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">? I didn’t  know that it was up to <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">two <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">forces to protect the sacred Tree of Life. Correct me if I’m wrong, because obviously I am, but weren’t <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">twelve <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">forces made to protect the Tree? Not two forces and ten childish morons?” Fabian said, sarcasm bleeding off of his words like a cut.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are we going to do?!” Patricia cried, ignoring Fabian’s insults. I crossed my arms with annoyance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I guess you’ll have to figure that out on your own, I’m done doing everything for you and being treated like crap.” I said. And with that said, Fabian and I turned around and began to head for home.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wait! Don’t tell MAMA!” Nina yelled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why not? She needs to know.” Fabian asked. She came over, running, placing herself in front of us.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What? Are you gonna block us now?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. But listen, MAMA absolutely <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">cannot <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">know. She’ll think you <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">both <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">are just as guilty as us.” Nina explained.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“We aren’t dumb, Nina. It’s our responsibility, so we’ll certainly be in deep shit. But you idiots? It’s your responsibility too. You’re just afraid of the consequences aren’t you?” Fabian asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“There’s nothing wrong with being afraid.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well it’s certainly being cowardly.” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, there’s one way we can make sure they don’t tell MAMA.” Eddie said nervously. I gulped, unlike Fabian who scoffed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you going to do? Build walls around us with the ground?” He laughed. Suddenly the ground began to shake as pebbles bounced. Before I could run, rock walls higher than buildings rose around Fabian and I. Dust, pebbles, and dirt blew into our faces, making us choke uncontrollably.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What the fuck?!” Fabian screamed. We both began to pound on the walls but it was no use. It only injured our fists. I noticed that the walls were soundproof. I couldn’t hear anything outside of our rock prison. I wonder if they could hear <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">us <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">though.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Lightning began to go crazy, smashing itself onto the ground unnaturally, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">rapidly <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Calm down.” I said quietly in a soothing voice. I don’t want Fabian being batshit crazy and accidentally zapping me with lightning while I’m trying to think of a plan.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian took his ring off. The lightning disappeared.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sorry.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“There’s two options I can think of right now. Well, actually, three. One, I can try to use all of my brain power to attempt to lift the wall. Two, you can try to zap a wall with lightning and see if it makes any progress. Or three, we climb up it.” I explained. All use our strength. Powers.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian sighed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll try to zap it first.” He said taking his ring out and putting it back on his right hand’s ring finger.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Get as far away as possible.” He said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why?” I asked. I’ve always thought his power was fascinating. I wanted to get a closer look at him using it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Unless you want to be in danger of being electrocuted… move.” He said. I went as far away from him as I could which was about ten feet. I guess I could get a distance observance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">He aimed his hands to the opposite wall I clinged onto. Sparks began to fall of his palms onto the ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Then, suddenly, powerful strikes of lightning came forced out of his hands. It hit the wall so hard the whole cell began to shake. Pebbles and dust fell onto my head into my hair, eyes, and mouth. I choked as my eyes watered, looking away from Fabian in attempt to regain myself again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">After I stopped crying and choking uncontrollably, I looked at Fabian, still blasting lightning at the wall. I noticed his breathing became dangerously heavy. His energy was rapidly draining.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“DON’T PUSH YOURSELF!” I yelled to him over the sound of crumbling walls and powerful, deadly lightning. If we have to climb, he’s not gonna have enough energy to pull himself up. It looked like he barely had enough energy to keep breathing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Suddenly the walls stopped shaking and the lightning disappeared as Fabian fell backwards.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian!” I yelled running over to him. He was unconscious. He overdid himself.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I noticed his ring slid off of his finger onto the ground. I picked it up and looked at it more closely.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The ring was silver. The whole thing was in the shape of a scorpion. A vicious one, at that. It’s stinger was in the shape of a lightning bolt.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Out of curiousity, I slid it onto my right ring finger. It was too big. Still, it looked pretty cool.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“MAMA gave that to me because I was the worst at controlling my power. It helps a lot, honestly.” Fabian suddenly said. I jumped.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“How did you regain consciousness so fast?!” I asked. He shrugged and sat up. I handed him his ring back.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re not mad at me for holding it?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. If Jerome or Alfie or some other boxo took it, I would be mad, but I know when curiosity gets the better of you, you won’t be an idiot like them.” He said. I smiled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well… I guess I should try to levitate it?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“If lightning at its most powerful couldn’t make a dent, I don’t think your power would work. Sometimes I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">do <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">wish MAMA would still train us…” He sighed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You said it yourself, MAMA teaches us from birth until we’re one hundred. We’re one hundred seventeen now. It’s my fault I try to correct the others instead of practicing and protecting the Tree. At least the others explore their powers and have <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">fun <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">with them. We, on the other hand, can’t.” I said,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What they’re doing is wrong. No, having fun isn’t horrible, but they’ve been having fun for seventeen years now. Twenty four seven. They’ve gone overboard.” He said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“We’ve gone <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">underboard <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">. Is it wrong that I want to have fun too? I want to levitate cars and throw them at things. I want to lift up people so that I can DEFEND myself. I WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CELL!!!” I screamed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“That would have been an excellent time to unleash your power and attempt to lift the wall. I read that when you’re full of jealousy and rage your powers are at their strongest.” Fabian said calmly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jealousy? Are you losing it? <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Me <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">? Jealous? HAHAHAHA OF WHAT?” I asked. Truth was, I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">was <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">jealous. I was jealous of a bunch of people. I was jealous of the others for being able to go wild and have fun. I was jealous of Jerome for having a cooler brain power than me. I was jealous of <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">for having such an amazing, powerful, important power. I was jealous of him for being way smarter than me. I was jealous of everyone because of...how they could control their powers. They made their powers something so strong. I can barely lift a table. I’m useless in battle. I’m useless in everything, I can’t even lift a damn wall to save myself and my brother.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re jealous because the others advanced with their powers, and you did not.” Fabian said as if he read my mind.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You advanced too.” I frowned sitting next to him, both of us leaning on the wall.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Mara, without my ring, I’d be a fucking mess. Why do you think I’m so paranoid about wearing the ring <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">all <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">of the time? You’re more advanced than I am. A little child is more advanced than I am.” He said. I put my head on his shoulder, exhausted from this whole day.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you think Patricia would be dumb enough to fill this cell up with water?” He asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Nah, she’s got a creepy obsession with Eddie. She’ll leave us in here dry. Besides, I can’t swim.” I said. He laughed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">can swim, so I’d have to drag you up to the top.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’d be freakishly heavy underwater. I’d be the anchor, you’d be the sinking ship.” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I beg to differ.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you really want to have this conversation with me? Because we’ll go on for hours. Or should I say, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">will because you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are you challenging me, mother Mara?” Fabian asked. I smirked.

I hope you enjoyed <3

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Georgia;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;">[the monster. it's a bitch on the body, but damn do you fly.] 21:40, October 18, 2014 (UTC)