Anger. Fear. Shame. Anxiety. Confusion.
I reel them in, siphoning their energy.
Static dances along my arms. Electricity fills my veins.
I find Sandra’s emotions above them all and pull hard. Her emotions dance with an edge of darkness. A sense of wrongness fills me.
It burns, like poison is being poured into my veins.
I’m not prepared for this.
But it’s too late to turn back.
My sight flickers, dimming in and out of blackness. It’s strange, but I find I don’t need tosee. I can feel where everyone is. I can sense them through their emotions.
I don’t have time to be awed by this newfound power I have. Though it is really cool. I can’t wait to share this with Fabien.
The evil is standing in Donovan’s way.
As much as I want to see my father’s death, I feel I’m more useful getting Sandra out of the way.
She doesn’t see me coming as I wrap my energy around her tether and pull. I’m lucky enough to catch her off guard, but I know that is my one shot. It’s easy to feel the shift in her when she realizes it’s me who’s coming after her. She’s vibrating with jealousy and rage.
I see it now, the truth behind everything she’s said to me.
“You little bitch,” she seethes as she somehow flies at me. “I should have killed you when I killed your mother.”
I nearly falter at her words. I have to admit, I should have seen that coming.
“I loved him and she took him away from me,” she seethes. “And had you, a disgusting offspring.”
I will not let her get to me. I swear I won’t.
She’s crazy and sad and pathetic. She killed my mother and ruined my life all because my father didn’t want her.
Can’t say I blame him.
Sandra pushes against me, and my connection to her flickers. Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down the side of my face. I’m breathing hard as I try to strengthen the tether.
Pull emotions in.
Release them all to her.
It seems simple enough, but I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I really hope I don’t kill us all.
Her face twists into a nasty snarl. Her eyes are all black. She doesn’t even look human anymore.
Just when I thought I might have the upper hand and control, I feel the energy shifting around me.
She takes one step toward me, then another. Her pace doesn’t match the urgency of the situation, and I have to admit, it has me pretty scared.
Blackness swirls out of her. I can’t even explain what I’m seeing. I have no clue. It moves in blurs, not quite like dancing smoke, but not like a racing shadow either.
The tethers snap, and I’m left feeling empty as I’m cut off from the emotions I had been linked to.
She’s muttering, but I can’t hear what the words are over the booming heartbeat pounding in my ears. As her lips move, I can feel the energy shifting.
If I concentrate on where the energy is going, I’m scared I’ll lose control, and I won’t be able to find the tethers again. So I let it go, hoping that whatever she’s attempting to conjure up won’t be strong enough to go against me.
