Pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire. This is what this psychopathic doctor was telling her that she was, or apparently, had. What was he thinking? Although, despite how insane he sounded, it might have made sense. After all, the room was randomly set ablaze. Could there have been people nearby that had done it? It happened too quickly. She bit her lip, bewildered and stunned. The Doctor smiled at her. "Don't worry, Ms. Gray, we'll take care of you." She said nor did nothing, but think if you touch me one more time, I'll cut you.
The Doctor left, just as a boy entered. "A pyrokinetic huh? I'm always welcoming to new people such as yourself. My name is Black, and I'm an umbrakinetic myself. How are you feeling?" What the hell was an umbrakinetic? Why was everyone using shitty jargon that existed in movies and shows? Did he think she watched this crap? Whatever; he was assisting her, and she needed someone's help as much as she loathed it. Josephine smiled politely at him and held her hand up to say 'wait'. When she did, she saw burn marks were encircling her hand like rings and bracelets. If she was a pyrokinetic, then she needed help controlling it. This would simply not do.
She tore the oxygen mask off and smiled sweetly now at Black. What kind of name was that? This so-called academy was weirder than she had imagined. "Hello Black. I'm Josephine and it's nice to meet you. I'm feeling pretty crappy right now. Thank you for asking. What about you? That wasn't a lie on how she felt. She sighed, her breathing lowering. Nonetheless, she resented the oxygen mask and refused to wear it. Josephine drummed her fingers weakly on the bed, awaiting a response. This brought her to wonder about her siblings: were they alive, and if so, where or how were they? Not that she cared about their well-being genuinely. It was out of curiosity. Perhaps her dumb sister had finally died. That would be a relief. As for Xander, that would be a lose since he was useful. Either way, she wouldn't miss them for anything. She had a super-power apparently and this was her time to shine.
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"Well, I had me a boy, "Yeah," She mumbled with fury, clenching her fists. Sage saw an opened door and darted towards it with her on his heels. Sage darted into a clinic room and behind the door, almost yanking Ellie to his side. Ellowyn bit back a wince and pressed herself against the wall as their pursuer passed in a rage. Turned him into a man. I showed him all the things he didn't understand. Whoa, and then I let him go," The music blasted out of Ellowyn's earphones, which were loosely hanging in her pierced ears. She related more to the song than she had ever hoped she would. However, as she had grown up listening to it, the song was something she listened to frequently. The very person it reminded her of was sadly walking the same hallways as she. This didn’t enlighten her either. She concentrated on her surroundings, which she had zoned out of from listening to her music. The hallway was a few over from the clinic and cafeteria. The most comfort that she had daily was her music. It distracted her from the past. She looked away from staring ahead and down to her iPod and turned up the music. "Ex's and the oh's, they haunt me. Like ghosts, they want me to make 'em all. They won't let go, ex's and oh's,"
As if on cue, there was a ghastly figure in the mirror beside her. There were soulless black eyes, a disfigured face, with wounds in the body and shoulder's. Ellie inhaled and jumped back, simultaneously dropping her iPod. It clattered to the floor, clattering loudly. Thankfully, the iPod didn't break, but her concentration did as did her mood. The ghost disappeared into nothingness. Ellowyn stared, frightened. The ghosts were hard for her to control and popped up randomly. Usually, they were only around if she were by a reflective surface. This included puddles, mirrors, and even her iPod or computer screen. Ellowyn struggled to control it and push them away. She sniffled, slowing to a halt, and leaned against the wall. She put her iPod back and buried her head in her hands. This was driving her insane, slowly. Out of all super-powers, he’s had to be necromancy? Why not geekiness? She loved nature and plants. It figured, of course, that her power was something she was had to be scared about.
A tap on her head and Australian voice distracted her from her thoughts. Ellowyn jumped as she whirled around to face a brunette haired boy with the kindest blue-green eyes. He wore a white dress shirt with rolled sleeves, jeans, and a pair of boots. Ellie's sad expression brightened upon seeing him. This was her best friend in the entire academy: Sage Lockheart. She had met him on her first day when she was having a panic attack from seeing the ghosts. He had comforted her and introduced himself. Since then, they had been best friends. Occasionally, he would help her take care of her problem...
"What?" she asked, not remembering what he had said.
"I said good day, mate." Sage replied warmly, laughing softly and titling her chin up to look at her. "What's got ya down, sunny?"
"Oh, umm..." Ellowyn trailed off, her voice quiet and musical. Sage had told her it reminded him of wind chimes. She bit her lip, anxious, but decided to go for a lighter response instead. "You know, crappy cafeteria food."
"Damn straight. Don't think it's been that bad before, and I'm pretty sure the milk looked more appealing than Mrs. Blue." That was the cafeteria lady that served them daily and was always grumpy, also dressing out of their decade. Ellie laughed, knowing he was jesting. He always had a way of cheering her up without even trying. The digs thrown at Mrs. Blue were petty, yet the same woman had a knack for tearing them apart verbally. Sage smiled and hugged her. "That's the laugh and smile I remember. Now keep it."
"Just for you, Sage." He released he, then ruffled her hair.
"Thank you, Scar." He told her gently. Ellowyn smirked. Sage was the only person on the planet that could call her that and not have their butts kicked. After her "accident", as she called it, she had been left with scars that marred her face and down her upper body. It wasn't something she was proud of, nor reveled in. The scars only reminded her of that awful day and how it had changed her life. If it was for the better or worse, she didn't know. One thing she was sure of: she had gained a best friend she loved and cherished.
"Where to now, scar?" He quizzed, biting into an apple.
"I think we sh-"
"Ellowyn!" A sharp and nasty voice intervened, the carrier striding into the hallway in a way that caused her to think of rabid dog. Fear, then irritation, struck her. When would he learn?
"Out!" Sage yelled, grabbing her elbow and running off with her. Ellie ran after, trying her best to control her breathing. This was not her strong suit. Their pursuer, whose name she hated to recall, charged after them. One, two, hallways disappeared behind them in their effort to escape. "It's all your fault you little bitch! You're not getting away with it!"
"Yeah," She mumbled with fury, clenching her fists. Sage saw an opened door and darted towards it with her on his heels. Sage darted into a clinic room and behind the door, almost yanking Ellie to his side. Ellowyn bit back a wince and pressed herself against the wall as their pursuer passed in a rage. She relaxed once he was gone and let out a sigh of relief. "Until next time," She commented and shut the door gently behind her and looked over. Ellowyn paled, seeing there were people in the room. Two appeared to be siblings; a boy and a girl, and a visitor nearby them. "Oh, no, no, I'm so sorry." She spluttered, embarrassed and now upset. "We didn't mean to intrude, we just-"
"-Had to see the new students." Sage interrupted, smirking as he rubbed her back soothingly. Ellie sighed as he took the lead and remained silent, evaluating them. The girl was so pretty, and her brother looked handsome. It took the breath out of her. Perhaps Sage felt similar, because the way he looked at the girl, was unlike anyway he had looked at a girl before. "And arrived sooner than we anticipated and unexpectedly, too. My name's Sage, and this gal here is my Ellowyn." He smiled warmly, trying to avoid staring at the beautiful girl lying in bed. Something had happened to them, he realized, judging by her physical appearance. However, it was her business, and not his. Sage remained silent now, allowing them to react.