The Society Ch. 1 and maybe 2

              THE SOCIETY

“Is he ready for extraction?” said the man hidden in shadows.

“Not yet Director, have patience” said the other man in the room. I shivered; I had seen these men before.

“I’m tired of waiting!” the Director smashed his inhumanly large grey hand on the glass table, sending shards all the way across the room. I almost flinched until I remembered that this was a dream.

“What do you want from me?” I whispered. The men snapped their heads in the direction I was standing.

“He’s here in the room isn’t he?” the Director seethed through clenched teeth.

 “No?” I squeaked hopefully. The Director chuckled; a sound that sounded suspiciously like someone gargling gravel.

“The Society has great need of your gifts, Sam.”

“What gifts?” I exclaimed.

            “You will know soon enough.” The Director said knowingly. The Director waved his hand.

I woke up in a cold sweat and sighed with relief. That was the longest dream I’d had in a while. Well really, they were more like communications with the Society. I laid in bed for a few more minutes until my alarm rang. Time for school.                       

 After another grueling day of school at Norris academy, the place where even the teachers bully you, I ran down my street, upset about being picked on all day by the other kids, until I came to my favorite spot in the whole wide world. The strawberry field. My parents have been friends with the farmer that runs the place, so I knew he wouldn’t mind me being here. I love the smell of strawberries that mingled with the faint scent of peaches from the peach trees bordering the field to the east and west. Today it was cool and a little breezy, what I like to call, “thinking weather”. The weather always seemed to reflect my mood. At first, I felt calm and at peace. Then, I realized why I had come here in the first place. One of the purest and most uncontrollable emotions I had ever experienced settled into my brain: pure and burning fury. Fury at the people at my school who taunted me and called me names. Fury at the teachers who were even worse than the students, always using me as a bad example and even egging the other students on at times. But most of all, fury at my parents for never comforting me when I cried and never listening because they don’t have the time. And then, as I thought of everyone who looked down on me, the wind suddenly picked up, and the strawberries started to sway violently. I tried to calm down, but I realized it was too late. The roaring wind deafened me as I tried unsuccessfully to stagger out of the field. Strawberries flew off of their vines and pelted me with surprising force. I’ll never underestimate strawberries again, will I? Just as I was thinking that exact thought, I got hit in the face with eight peaches one after another, until I hit the ground. And then, only darkness. When I awoke, the sky was dark and my head felt like I’d been hit with a bowling ball. I stumbled out of the ruined strawberry field. I probably looked like I’d been at a murder scene. As I stagger down the road back towards the house. I realized something was terribly wrong. There was black smoke billowing into the sky from the house! I ran/limped toward the house. I checked inside, but my parents were gone. On my way back outside, I had almost walked right past it; a bright green handprint on the inside of the door. And under it were the words “we know” scratched deep into the wood.

I started running, faster than ever before, tears streaming down my face. Before I knew it, the world started becoming stretched and blurred as I picked up speed. I’ never felt something so exhilarating in my life! Somehow I just knew that I was going 80 mph. Then, I came to a dead stop because I realized that the Director was right. I do have “gifts.” But my so called “gifts” cost me my parents.

            I looked around, taking in the calm blue of the lake and the lush green of the forest around me. I decided that I needed to learn how to use my newfound powers. I searched deep within myself and realized that anger and fury were completely different emotions. I felt anger that my house was in ruins, and fury that my parents were gone. I thought of all the things that used to be and my room, all gone, and I felt anger. I kept getting angrier until I looked down and saw white hot flames dancing across my arms and hands. I jumped with a shout, and the flames were snuffed out. Well, that’s new. I spent most of the day trying to figure the rest of my powers out, and I realized that each of my emotions was tied to one of my powers. Anger to fire, calm to frost. I could run to speeds up to 100 mph by just willing myself to run faster. If I concentrated, I could feel the life of the plants and animals near me and will them to do what I asked. If I was on edge, like when I found a scrap of my mother’s shirt, I could create storms and command the wind and lightning. The wind obeyed me, and I realized that I could fly after many, many, failed attempts.