Telekinetic: IDENTITY (COMPLETE)

Only The Beginning

Leah

Only The Beginning

He was gone.

He was searching for something. I tried resisting- hard, only resulting in shrills of excruciating pain running down my spine.

He took everything he wanted to get his hands on.

Behind him he left a sharp stinging pain in my screaming brain. Never have I ever felt so heavy. I couldn’t even lift an eyelid. He looked through every single one of my memories. I couldn’t muster enough concentration to urge my throbbing mind to recall the memory he lasted the longest on, but all I could remember was that everything he skimmed through was somehow related to Grandma. The telepathic link he established between our minds, granted me the ability to roam around some of his own memories, and I couldn’t help but find the fact that he didn’t bother troubling. Within minutes, I skimmed through inexcusable pain and agony Martine DeLange had experienced in his life. There is no excuse for hurting a child the way they did to him. The murder of his mom, the cages, and the electric shocking- I saw him, a child, huddled up in the dark corner of his metallic cell endlessly screaming into the darkness. I felt his tears slowly trickling down his cheeks, praying for help to end this misery –this torture. I even heard the footsteps of his captors grow, my heartbeat rising with his as they got close intending to presume their tests on his weak small body as though a lab rat.

 A loud bang came echoing from my left, sending an additional wave of pain through my brain, and interrupting my futile attempts in clearing my thoughts.

“Leah!” I heard a group of voices, that warmed my heart, frantically yell in unison as they approached, “Are you okay?!”

I forced my eyes open as a pair of hands grasped my arms, and difficultly smiled as I laid eyes on Rita.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again! I almost died! I almost died, Leah!”Rita exclaimed as she bear-hugged me, “Why are crying?”

“Rita, she’s not moving, he must’ve drugged her.” Scott’s deep voice came from my right.

Taym

I felt a tight grip on my hand and gruelingly tilted my head to face Taym. He had his eyes locked with mine, and I could feel relief and affection radiating from him, but despite all that, I couldn’t help but feel terrified. There was something I needed to remember that I couldn’t.

 “What happened to you?!” Rita manically questioned, still refusing to let go, “What did he do to you?!”

Despite the pain in my head, my mind raced but I couldn’t seem to get my body to work. With immense effort, I was able to keep my eyes open.

“Something does not seem right. This was not meant to come to pass.” Whispered a girl I recognized, her shining luminous white dress crinkled up in awkward corners as she sat in the tattered sofa, where she pursued her episode of deep thought with both of Scott’s wolves brushing against her silk blanketed legs tenderly.

I strained myself into speaking until I painfully managed, “I… Grandma… Him…”

“What wrong with you?! Gran is dead!” Rita exclaimed, beginning to panic, “Are you alright?”

“It must be the drug. I swear once I get my hands on him –”

“I… Grandma… Him… DeLange… Rev- Revenge… Torture… Blood…”  I tried once more, cutting Taym off.

The strange girl instantly rose to her feet and darted towards me, her flowing white dress sending clouds of dust everywhere.

“What was that? What did he tell you? What did he tell you, Leah Hills?” She frantically exclaimed, her voice shaky, as she pushed Rita away and firmly grasped me by the arms, her cold touch sending chills through my body. Through squinting eyes, I managed to decipher the seriousness of the situation through the horrified look on her face.

For a moment, I felt like the girl was the only one who could deliver the message I was trying to say.

Our eyes locked, I gathered every last bit of energy I could and stammered, “Revenge… T-torture… Blood…”

Her grip loosened as she began frenetically trembling. She looked away turning as white as a sheet of paper, her horrified face now clearer than ever, as though I had just confirmed her deepest fears.

 She began muttering under her breath through broken gulps of air, with every time growing in volume.

She got up, “Change is upon us. I see agony and despair entangled within each of our fates. He must be stopped; otherwise, never again will you undergo the meekest forms of happiness. Vengeance, bloodshed and resentment will devour this world. He must be stopped, or our beloved will most certainly not be in peace. He must be stopped. This only the beginning...”