There was a small rap on the door and a tall, lean woman let herself in. She had long, light brown hair and hazel eyes set in a heart shaped face of pale skin that was lightly freckled. She smiled at the teenager sitting in the room. “Sebastian?” She asked softly as she moved to stand by the bed in his room. “I was going to head out soon to pick up a new student and was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” The woman’s name was Melissa, and she was one of the mentors of the collage, which was a converted old university.

She had the ability to read minds, as well as a degree in psychology so she primarily acted as a counsellor to the students and helped them to mentally cope with their powers, instead of the physically draining side which was covered by other teachers. She also often helped to pick new students up from their homes. Sebastian had been fitting in well with the other students but he had arrived under rather strange circumstances, so she felt as if maybe he should come and see what a more normal case was like. That and this case was rather worrying; she’d probably need a friend.

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The car ride was long, about six hours to a small town. She had refused to let Sebastian teleport because even if he could make it this far she didn’t want to puss his abilities by trying to make him go so far to a new place he’d never been with two extra people. They arrived at a small street and she stopped outside number twenty eight. It seemed like a normal enough two-story house. But Melissa walked up to it confidently and knocked, a man answering a few moments later. He looked at the pair curiously as Melissa smiled happily at him.

“Can I help you?” He asked curiously as a woman appeared beside him. “We’ve come to see Grace.” The couple looked at one another for a moment and then back to Melissa. “We spoke on the phone? My name is Melissa, from the institute? This is one of our students, an incredible case, his name is Sebastian.” They looked at each other again before the man nodded.

“Come inside.” The four of them made their way to the living room where the woman disappeared into the kitchen.

“So... why don’t you tell me a little bit about Grace, Mr. Whitney.” Melissa offered as his wife came back with a tray of tea.

“Grace...” She began slowly. “Developed her... abilities at a very young age. And, for a long time she seemed to be able to control them quite well. She and her sister used to play all the time. And then one day... they were playing and... and Grace struck her, accidentally of course. She’d never hurt anyone on purpose. But it... Courtney didn’t survive.” Tears formed I her eyes and she sniffled and turned into the man’s shoulder, crying softly.

The man patted his wife on the back gently before continuing. “After that... Grace was never the same. She refused to go outside, she locked herself in her room, she wouldn’t talk to anyone. We had to start home schooling her. She... she won’t even touch us anymore. Any control she may have had is gone. It only got stronger and stronger and the other week... my father died, her grandfather. The pair of them had been close. We haven’t had running water for a week now, because of her.” He stood, leaving his wife on the couch. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

He led them up the stairs, where the house suddenly got noticeably colder. He turned down another hallway and stopped. The door at the end of the hallway was covered in ice, as well as parts of the walls and floor. Melissa stopped in shock, looking towards Sebastian and then back to the door. As she approached it, she found it frozen shut and then looked back to the boy, indicating for him to go ahead.