UnOrdinary

Chapter 56

They looked right up at me and watched me.

"How are we going to get up to her?"

"I got it." Blyke walked up, then shot himself up with his energy beams, and went right for me.

Blyke then reached for me, and grabbed me, and we fell down to the ground.

He was on top of me, and somehow I struggled to get off of him.

"Get off!"

"No." Blyke turned himself, grabbed my wrists, and pushed them on the ground. "Kami this is for your own good."

"I said get off!" I tried to headbutt him but he dodged.

Keon walked up towards me. "Ability suppression. It was on the cuffs you broke."

"How did it not affect everyone else?"

"They're built in that if the user breaks them, it only affects them."

I growled.

"So now you can't escape." He grabbed my collar. "You can get off now, son."

Blyke stood up and Keon lifted me.

"Now be a good girl and keep these cuffs on, it the after effects will be worse."

I heavily sighed. "Fine." I said scornfully.

Headmaster clipped the new ones on and then Keon dropped me, again.

"Now lets go."

I walked towards the vehicle and reluctantly got in the back.

Keon got in the drivers seat, and started driving.

"What was your name again."

"None of your business."

He sighed. "Let's not have what happened, happen again."

"Kami."

"Kami? Your parents were clever in naming you."

"Yes, I'm fully aware what my name means."

"So you're the one that can have the ability of everything you think of."

I sighed. "Yes." Why is he making conversation?

"So how were you 'fixed' before?"

"What do you mean?"

"How did you change your behavior before?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Vaughn told me."

"Well since you want to know so badly, I changed myself."

"Wow, you must be good for it to be effective."

"Well you see it didn't last long."

"That's why I'm taking you to the readjustment center."

I lied. I went to a readjustment center before, but their ways were harsh, Keon will most likely be different.

~Four year's prior~

"Speak!" The yellow-haired lady yelled. "Why did you do it?!"

"I don't know!" I cried.

"Do you realize how many lives you've taken or could have taken!"

"Yes!"

"And do you care?" She kept yelling.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to cover my face to hide my face because I don't like showing myself crying, but I couldn't because the cuffs I were in were a part of the table I was sitting at.