Esper Chapter 5A Chapter by Angelo Kingston
Esper Chapter 5: Surface tension
Part 1 Nicolaus Thompson stared
blankly at the clock on the office wall. As if to tease him, the clock’s hands
ticked by slowly. The spiky haired computer technician’s desktop screen had
turned off from lack of activity as he impatiently waited for the day to end,
all the while making passive aggressive remarks about the clock in his head. Some
of the other workers watched him with concern, but no one dared approach the often
pessimistic and dismissive young man. Eventually, just before he was supposed
to leave, Nicolaus gathered his belongings and made for the elevators. (Can’t stand all of those
people gawking at me.) He thought while rounding a corner in the office. Into
his view came a meeting room, inside Nicolaus spotted Amala Singh sitting with
a bunch of their co-workers. Clearly, the young woman wasn’t interested in whatever
meeting was taking place. She plodded away on the keyboard of her laptop while
the others jovially laughed and joked around the table. Nicolaus halted and
sent a message over to Amala. [What’s up? You don’t
look too good.] The message read. The notification
springing up on her dashboard surprised Amala, as she shifted her gaze outside
of the door to Nicolaus sitting with his back to the room, trying to be
discreet. [I’ve got a meeting with the therapist after this…] [It’s been three weeks! I
thought they said we’d be done before then?] [She wants to still see
me.] [Want me to wait for
you?] [Do we have practice
after this?] [I didn’t hear from Vernon
today, but I’m pretty sure we do. I’ll wait for you at the bar, okay?] [Yeah, sure…] Nicolaus got up and
walked over to the elevator. When it arrived the doors opened to reveal Vernon
Marino. Nicolaus verbally showed displeasure and waved his hand as a way of
showing he’d take the next one. Before the doors could close however, Vernon
blocked them and said… “Just get on.” Nicolaus sighed and did so. The two sat
in silence as they descended to the lobby. Once the elevator reached its
destination Nicolaus quickly took the chance to walk away; as he did though,
Vernon called out to him. “Don’t forget! I’ll see you later!” Vernon didn’t get
a response as his less than friendly co-worker rushed out of the door. Nicolaus jogged down the
street, passing signs, construction vehicles and workers getting ready for an
event. A large banner was being raised onto the front of the building that read
‘Howard makes us safe, Howard makes us strong, and Howard unites us under one
banner’. (The presidential elect comes to town and the whole city has got to
stop? What a pain in the a*s.) He made it to ‘Captain Louie’s Ale House’ and
saw his friend, Katie Vang through the window. The chipper redheaded waitress
noticed her spiny haired friend who’d she affectionately dubbed ‘Spike’. Nicolaus
took a seat at one of the open tables waiting for Katie. “Hey boss, I’m taking a
break!” Katie yelled to the old barkeep behind the counter. “Huh, break? You can’t be
serious.” The old man’s response was less than enthusiastic. “Pleaseeee…” She pleaded
girlishly. “Euggh…!” He groaned and
started pouring another glass for some customers. Katie gleefully joined
Nicolaus at the table. “Are you sure this is
okay?” “Don’t worry, my boss is
kind of tough, but I can win him over pretty easily.” “No, I mean…I don’t want
your boyfriend to show up and get the wrong idea.” “Oh, don’t worry about
him.” She smiled to reassure Nicolaus, who as usual blushed in response. “Alright, I guess. Amala
should be getting off from work right now. She said that she had to see the therapist
first though.” “Really?” She sneered. “So,
Spike, how have things with you and Vernon been?” “*Sigh*…” Nicolaus leaned
in on his seat, trying to keep his voice low. “We’ve been practicing with our
powers for 3 weeks now…I’m pretty sure you know how it’s going.” “You two can’t be that
bad off at work too.” “It’s worse. You probably
can imagine how he is now that he’s actually everyone’s boss. With Walter…gone…they
decided to shake up the entire department. Which…now that I think about it
explains why Amala’s been in so many meetings lately. She’s probably been
promoted.” “Hmm…” Katie stopped for
a second then continued. “Anyway, I’ve been feeling that I’ve gotten a lot
better at controlling my powers. I don’t get headaches anymore.” Getting to see
Katie’s pleasant expression made Nicolaus feel a nice wave of comfort. He’d
started growing accustomed to being around the young woman. All of the upbeat
redhead’s odd idiosyncrasies created both a charming and soothing atmosphere when
the two were alone. The only problem was not knowing much about the person, Katie
Vang beyond her name and place of business, which left him feeling a distance
between them that he wanted to close. “Hey…uh…I know this is
kind of out of nowhere, but are you from Arizona?” “…” Katie was taken aback
slightly by Nicolaus’s question. “No. I’m from Wisconsin.” “Wisconsin? Why come all
the way down here then?” “…No real reason. Just
traveling away from home.” “Wanted to get out and
see the world?” “I guess so. Arizona is
just kind of a stop on the big trip.” “Right…well…what about
growing up? Anything special about that?” “Not really. Captain of
the debate team, ran a little bit of track and was pretty average.” “Doesn’t sound too
average. Compared to me, you seem to have had an awesome time in school.” “Maybe. Spike…what’s up
with all the questions?” “We’ve been hanging out
for a bit now…and I don’t really know much about you, you know.” Katie giggled. “Okay, Spike.
I’ve got to get back to work. My boss is giving me a dirty look…in more ways
than one. Hang around until we’re supposed to go and meet Vernon. I’ll get you
some food too.” “Thanks…” A little
embarrassed, Nicolaus settled down. His obvious attempt at getting to know the
girl he liked yielded some results. (God, I wish she didn’t have a boyfriend.)
Even though he was rejected, Nicolaus was still sweet on Katie. Nicolaus waited for Amala
to finish with her therapy and for Katie to finish her shift, that way they could
all go to Vernon’s together. As the young man waited alone his mind began to wander.
Thus, began his new unhealthy obsession, checking for his name online and
reading articles. Conspiracy theories and news
articles concerning the incident at Newtonville rock were all over. Some reporters attempted to interview
Nicolaus, but he’d
turned them all down. Ever since the investigation had ended it was a source of
constant annoyance. Someone leaked the identities of the survivors bringing
about an onslaught of harassment. Day after day, over the course of three weeks,
people would bother Nicolaus and the others’ in the streets, in their homes and even at work. Their questions
were always about how they’d
survived, what happened at the ridge, what they saw and how they felt
afterwards. The problem with every question though was that they didn’t have an answer. To Nicolaus however, the fact that not a single
question had to do with the missing officers was baffling. Nicolaus
started looking into the ongoing case of the ‘missing’
officers, Niles and Kevin. There hadn’t been much information posted about them. It was as if the two had
simply vanished and no one even cared. News stations had all but stopped
covering it and moved onto the upcoming elections or talked about construction
in the city. Nicolaus had gotten so absorbed into his searching that he didn’t notice Katie had finished her shift. “Hey Spike, you ready?” “Oh!”
Nicolaus checked his phone and noticed that they’d need to be at Vernon’s house within the next 20 minutes to make it on time for their
meeting. “…Hang on one sec…” He sent Amala a message asking if she was still in therapy. She
confirmed that she was and wasn’t sure
how much longer it would last. “I
guess we’ll go without her.” Katie agreed and pulled Nicolaus in close. “We won’t make
it to Vernon’s if we walk or take the subway.
How about we…you know…” Nicolaus
picked up on Katie’s
insinuation. “Alright, let’s head for the back.” As perky as her hair was red, Katie happily waved goodbye to her
boss and fellow coworkers as she exited through the back of the establishment
with Nicolaus. Once the two were around back Nicolaus surveyed the alley to
make sure they were alone. “We’re clear…” A soft warm sensation
pushed against Nicolaus’s side suddenly. He turned and saw Katie pressing her
chest into him. “W-Whoa, hang on!” “Huh? I thought you wanted me to hold on tight, right? Unless…did you figure out another way yet?” Katie asked while wrapping her arms around the flustered young man. “N-No…anyway,
let’s go!” His telekinesis - the azure haze engulfed him and spread onto
Katie. He returned the favor by wrapping his arm around Katie. The waitress and
to float as well, being dragged up by Nicolaus. As the twosome drifted upward,
Nicolaus peered down to make sure no one noticed them one last time. They made
it just below the clouds as Katie pointed out where Vernon’s house was. With a deep breath Nicolaus began to fly with Katie in
tow. They flew slowly at first but picked up speed and eventually were moving faster
than a car. All the time Nicolaus thought in his head. (Stay calm. Focus!
Focus!) The sensation of Katie gripping him tightly was a huge distraction. Part 2 Nicolaus
and Katie descended from the cold, cloudy sky into the woods near Vernon’s home. As they closed in on the property, the two looked around
for Vernon, though he was nowhere to be seen. “Where the heck is he?” Nicolaus asked rhetorically but still received an answer from
Katie. “I bet he’s not
too far off. Don’t
freak out.” With their feet touching down in
the dirt covered clearing, Nicolaus pulled out his phone and attempted to call
his elusive co-worker. Not in the best mood, the young man paced around while
running his fingers through his spiky hair, waiting for an answer. “Spike, look out!” “Huh?” Fuming,
Nicolaus hadn’t noticed the long pipe like object
extending out of the woods. He crashed into it, forehead first, and fell to the
ground. “Ow! Damnit! What was that?” “S-Sorry Nick!”
Vergil Trask, Harper Wolf as well as Vernon ran into view. “I didn’t
m-mean to…” “Don’t
worry about it, Vergil…”
Nicolaus just continued to lay on the ground, looking up at the glassy pipe
like object that remained suspended in the air. “Seems like you’ve
gotten better…that felt like running into an
actual steel pipe.” The
pipe defied gravity, remaining totally motionless as if floated. With its hazy gloss
and misty interior, the object looked as if it were a smoke filled white
version of Nicolaus’s
telekinesis. “Are you going to just lay there or…?” Harper inquired sarcastically. As
Nicolaus pulled himself to his feet, he locked eyes with Vernon. They both audibly
scoffed, turning away. “Where’s Amala?” “She’s in
counseling again.” “Still!? Why’s she
still going?” “We had a pretty…traumatic
experience…” The awkward back and forth between
Vernon and Nicolaus made everyone scared they’d start an argument at any second. Whilst sneering, Nicolaus
noticed Vernon’s suit. The young Italian American
man had changed from his work attire into an expensive looking set. “Going somewhere after this…?” Vernon
sighed. “Let’s just get back to practicing.” He trailed off while mumbling something under his breath. Nicolaus
flipped off Vernon behind his back. Vergil
walked over to Nicolaus with a halfhearted smile. “I-I really a-am sorry.” “Don’t
worry about it, man.” He
said with a warm smile. Nicolaus had grown to like Vergil over their time
together. “Yo, Nick! Did you watch the video I sent you? Great, right?” However, he’d
started becoming more and more annoyed with Harper. Nicolaus didn’t think that the young man meant any harm, but he was rather
incessant with his badgering on certain topics. “The one about the girl in China with telekinesis? Yeah…really informative!” (I
didn’t even make it to that point in the
video. It was just some dudes reacting to nonsense theories about the
government.) “And trust me, you can’t just quit half way through, you’ve got to get past the reactions and then it’ll show the footage properly.” “Huh…Oh,
okay. I-I’ll watch it when I get home.” Nicolaus humbly replied. “Don’t
worry about it. Verg, come on.”
Harper grabbed Vergil by the arm and dragged him along. Nicolaus’s phone began to buzz. He checked it thinking it would be Amala,
but it was a message from his sister’s boyfriend, Alonso. [Hello Nicolas, Dani was
asking when you’d be home tonight. I’ll be making dinner, is there anything
you’d like?] (I like Alonso, but he
never gets my name right. Nikolas, Nicolas and Nickolas…it’s Ni-Co-Laus…then
again everyone just seems to get it wrong.) His own personal brand of
pessimism, Nicolaus began texting, but stopped. [I’ll be home by…] (I’ll just
let him know what to make. I’ve got business to handle when all this ‘training’
is done.) Nicolaus sent the message and joined his fellow ‘survivors’. Part 3 “Alright! Come on Nick’o,
push as hard as you can!” Vernon shouted up to Nicolaus as he levitated in the
air. Nicolaus was attempting to use his telekinesis to push away a large wall
like object created by Vergil. The glassy white monolith reached from the
ground upward, sprouting toward the sky. Despite its creator having had just
made the object, at the time, he was busy trying to make a ball roughly as tall
as himself. “It’s…really hard to
maintain two things…” Vergil focused so hard on keeping both objects solid that
a vain surfaced in his forehead. “Why…am I…doing this
again?” Nicolaus asked, clearly nearing his limit as the stream of mist slowly
began to weaken. “Stress testing. We need
to know how strong each of our powers are, what they can do and to make sure we’ve
got full control over them at all times.” His confident demeanor exuding,
Vernon floated up behind Nicolaus. “You, me and Amala all have the same power,
I.E. telekinesis. Katie can create those…black mannequins. We didn’t even know
until a few days ago that Vergil had powers. So, now we’re waiting to see if
Harper’s powers awaken.” “…” Nicolaus gave up on
moving the wall with a deep sigh. “You can take it down now, Vergil.” He
drifted back to the ground alongside Vernon just as Vergil finished his
experiment. “L-Look! I d-did it!” The
wall that Vergil had created faded away as he turned around revealing a small
glassy white orb the size of a basketball. “Oh! You finished?”
Nicolaus said as he walked up and placed his hand on the ball. “Hang on…it’s
soft!” “Really?” Vernon began
inspecting the object as well. “You’re right. Let me see this!” Vernon took the
ball and lifted it in the air. “It’s so light, almost like air.” He then
dropped it expecting the sphere to bounce back, but it hit the ground and stayed.
“…Guess it’s not a ball then.” He then looked off into the distance. “Haven’t
seen Katie in a bit…I’ll be back. Keep at it, Vergil.” The ever-bossy man
walked off in search of Katie. “I-I think I c-can make
it more l-like a ball though.” Vergil said with a little bit of determination
in his eyes. The young man picked back up the orb and began melding it again
but stopped as his nose began to bleed. “Alright, you’re pushing
yourself too far. Stop.” Nicolaus pulled Vergil’s hands away from the sphere
causing it to fade like smoke. It was evident that Vergil wasn’t going to quit.
“You’re really good at this stuff. You’re treating it like anime training or
something.” “N-No!” That compliment
caused Vergil’s normally pale face to become bright red. “I d-don’t watch
a-anime!” “…You’re wearing an anime
shirt right now.” Nicolaus pointed out the shirt that Vergil wore that depicted
a school girl with blonde pigtails holding an oversized sword. “Don’t worry,
man. I watch some myself…although I haven’t had much time lately…” “R-Really? What do y-you
watch?” “Last thing I watched is
a season old now. It was ‘Reborn in another world as a gas station attendant’,
and it was alright…or at least I thought it was alright.” “Y-Yeah, I loved t-that
one! T-The story in it was p-pretty unique.” Vergil’s attitude made a total 180
as he became very interested in talking with Nicolaus. “Come on, dude. You’re
talking anime again?” Harper appeared almost out of nowhere wrapping his arm
around Vergil’s neck. “You can tell him how much more interested in the ecchi
you were!” He jeered. “C-Come on, man! Y-You
weren’t even lis-stening to our conversation, you were b-busy talking to Lefty on the p-phone!” The boys argued as
Nicolaus lost interest. “Hey!” A call came from
above. It was Amala who drifted into the clearing from the sky using her telekinesis. “Yo! What took so long?”
Nicolaus walked away from the bickering teens. “Everything okay?” Amala had a serious
expression as she landed, allowing the mauve mist to disperse. “…I’m fine.” The
young woman looked past Nicolaus at Vergil and Harper who continued arguing.
“Give me a second Nicolaus.” She walked past him and up to the boys. “Harper,
we never finished what we-” “Oh! Amala! Good to see
you. Vernon wanted to talk to you! Yo, Vernon!” Harper hollered. Vernon walked
into view with Katie, looking disheveled. “Yo, Amala’s here now.” “Yeah, thanks. You can go
lay down if you want.” Vernon pushed Katie to go and rest. Her vibrant red hair
sat all over her head with sweat droplets crowding her forehead. “I’m fine.” She said in a
flat response. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t
offer. Now then, Amala where have you been? You can’t just ignore these
practice sessions.” The demeaning tone Vernon took, unintentionally or not, got
under Amala’s skin. She stopped herself from
blowing up in her retort and simply kept her gaze toward the ground. “Sorry.” “You know why we’re doing
this, right?” “Testing our limits. To
know what we can do and to make sure we’ve got total control over our powers…” “Right! Exactly! You
learned that we could fly by mistake, Katie learned about her powers by
mistake, you and Nicolaus learned about your telekinesis by mistake! We can’t
keep doing that. We cannot keep playing around with our powers and making
mistakes.” “…Sorry.” “I think she gets it.”
Nicolaus spoke up in Amala’s defense. Despite clearly wanting
to continue his chastising, Vernon stopped then looked at his phone to check
the time. “…Right. Well, if you guys get it. I guess we should call it a night.
It’s almost eight and I know Harper and Vergil have to get home. You two want
me to fly you? “Definitely! Any later
and I may get some trouble from my mom.” The two boys began speaking with
Vernon as Katie pulled Nicolaus to the side. “Hey Spike, I’m not
feeling great. Mind dropping me off at the train station downtown?” She smiled
at Nicolaus who simply turned his head and blushed. “Sure, no problem.” “Honestly…” Amala said
under her breath. “Just one second.”
Nicolaus said as he stepped away from Katie to speak with Amala more privately.
“I don’t want to overstep my bounds here, but is everything okay with you? Why
are you still seeing the counselor?” “She said…I need a bit of
attention is all…” “Does it have to do with ‘dancing’?”
Nicolaus said with air quotes. “I swear…I hate that you
remember that.” “It was a pretty big deal
when it happened. That was the last time we had one of those…mind trips… also
you never explained what dancing swan lake was all about, so…” “Don’t worry about that.
In fact, do me a favor. Forget all of it. I need to talk with Harper before he
leaves.” Amala walked back up to Harper as he conversed with Vernon. “Harper,
listen…I just need to know something.” “Right! You’ve been
trying to ask me for a while now, right?” His upbeat demeaner surprised Amala.
He’d often been a bit off putting when interfacing with her. “Your-” Just then Vergil
interrupted. “M-My dad will get
r-really mad if I-I don’t hurry h-home!” A stammered shriek came from the boy’s
mouth. “I-I didn’t m-mean to y-yell…sorry.” It was uncharacteristic for Vergil
to speak up like that. “Don’t worry about it.
Amala, this can wait until later, can’t it?” Vernon took control of the
conversation. “What!? No! I-I need
to-!” The young Indian woman became very frantic. “Relax, we can talk next
time.” Harper said as he placed his hand on Vernon’s shoulder. “Come on. We
need to hurry, for Vergil.” Vernon nodded. “If it’s so important,
just message him later.” The burgundy haze enveloped Vernon. Then he moved it
onto both Vergil and Harper and began floating up into the air. “By the way,
Nick’O, I expect that you’ll be able to do this soon too. Although, I’m pretty
sure you like getting all up close and personal with Katie, so…hahaha!” Nicolaus
gave Vernon the finger as he flew away with the boy’s in tow. “Piece of s**t…also, he
was joking Katie! Really!” Nicolaus immediately went on the defensive. (I
really can’t lift other people safely yet…but if I get to grab a hold of Katie,
then I’m not complaining either.) “I trust you, Spike.” Katie
typed something into her cell phone and then grabbed Nicolaus’s hand. “Ready?” As a response to her
smile Nicolaus broke out an awkward smile. “T-Totally! Um…Amala, are you…”
Before the normally pessimistic Nicolaus could finish his question Amala had
already started floating away. “Hey, Amala!” “…” She just looked down
to him with a disappointed face. “Later…” Amala flew off into the distance. “What’s with her?” Nicolaus grabbed Katie
around the waist and they flew downtown. “I wish I knew.” Part 4 8:12 PM After arriving in
downtown Trenton Arizona, Nicolaus found a safe and secluded location to land
and part with Katie. “Are you sure you just want me to leave you here?” It was
an alley near the center of the city. Many people walking around were either
totally drunk or out partying. “Yeah. It’s fine. I’ve
got something to do not too far from here. I’ll talk to you later.” Katie sped
off fixing her hair along the way. “See you! Give me a call
if…you need anything…” Nicolaus murmured as she rounded the corner leaving
earshot quickly. Katie rushed down the
street. The redhead was in great shape, helping her weave and dodge in between
other pedestrians with ease, all while not even breaking a sweat. Her great
physique was something she strived to achieve and maintain for an important
goal. Everything she did was for her dream. No matter how much the young woman
had to suffer, she’d do so, to get what she wanted. “Made it!” Katie entered
the back of a building and rushed down the hall past a myriad of posters and
advertisement, entering a room with many half naked women changing into various
flamboyant outfits. “Vang, where were you!?
We’re going on in twenty minutes! Hurry up and get ready!” One of the older
women, caked in makeup with her clothes still dangling, unfashioned berated
Katie. The redhead simply brushed her off and walked into a solo dressing room;
locking the door behind as she entered. “B***h. Just because Matthew made her
the star…” Katie heard that even
beyond the door. Cruel and petty remarks such as that didn’t bother the young
lass, because in her mind she was above them anyway. Pulling up her seat, Katie
sat down in front of a large dresser mirror, and with the flick of her wrist,
summoned two black mannequins out of thin air. Rhythmically they began taking
the makeup that Katie had brought, applying it to her face. Not missing a beat
or making a mistake, the mannequins work was expertly done. After her makeup
was applied the cool-headed young woman immediately stood up and walked away
from the dolls. The redheaded waitress
pulled her long hair back into a bun and placed a blonde wig on over her bright
red locks; she then removed her clothes and changed into a long white dress
that reached all the way to the floor. “Lovely.” Katie said while gazing upon
her own form in another mirror with satisfaction. She looked back at the dolls
however, disgusted. The mannequins continued to stand at the chair that Katie
sat in, applying makeup to nothing as if she were still there. “So, they really
can only commit to a single command. I’ll get better at it, one of these days.”
She snapped her fingers and the black mannequins shattered into nothingness. Katie exited the room
with all of the other women still changing. “What…how!?” The older woman asked,
totally befuddled. “Hmm…” Katie placed her
finger on her chin. “Maybe…youthful energy.” A smug retort elicited the exact
response Katie wanted as the older woman glared ferociously. She walked from
the dressing room, head held high. When Katie’s eyes drifted down the hall, she
noticed a man walking toward her. Despite his thinning hairline and short
stature, Katie exchanged a pleasant smile with the man as his hand stroked her
face. She came in and kissed him, deeply. “Make me proud, Kate.” He
said. “Of course, Matthew. Don’t
I always?” Music began to swell in
the distance, meaning it was time to begin. Gracefully, the lead actress, the
centerfold of the entire production that evening glided down the hall, Katie
walked with the intent of making it an unforgettable night for the patrons. She
took the stage of the opera house, and thus the play began. The story unfolded for
the next few hours, but the people were enraptured. The male lead stood with incredible
stage presence like no other. The entire room felt as if it were made solely to
house his endless charisma. As Katie took the stage herself, she moved with
elegance, her mind and body poised. She practiced relentlessly, knowing that
everything she worked for was finally being given a chance to be showcased. The show came to a close
and the crowd erupted into applause. As the curtain drew shut, Katie looked up
and saw who she truly cared about, the top reviewer in all of the industry. “We
did it!” Some of her fellow actors cheered. “That was our best show!” They
happily began hugging each other and cheering. Katie walked by them headed
toward her dressing room. On the way back, she noticed the leading man. She
thought back to the kiss they’d shared on stage, then noticed him kissing
someone, his boyfriend. The young woman wiped her lips vigorously. After changing into her
normal street clothes, Katie went about leaving the building. Matthew stopped
her and pulled his lead actress in for a kiss, but it was blocked by the palm
of her hand. “Later. What did you hear from the critic?” Matthew looked away.
“It…was a great show. Best of the year. He said that, he’d continue to
recommend it for the next year of performances.” “I don’t care about the
show. It’s always been good. What did he say about me?” “…” “Come on, spill!” “…Mediocre.” “…” Katie’s eyes widened in
disbelief. “F**k…” Part 5 8:20 PM Vernon floated down into a
cul-de-sac, bringing the boys Harper and Vergil down alongside him still cloaked
the burgundy haze of his telekinesis. It was just late enough so that people
weren’t out and about. “Alright guys, catch you later. Call me if anything
happens. That goes especially for you Harper. If your powers activate, call me,
immediately. Got it?” “I gotcha’.” Harper waved
his hand as Vergil bid Vernon farewell. Vernon flew up and off toward the city.
“…Hey, Verg…want to spend the night?” “N-No…I have t-to check
on m-my sister.” Vergil began walking to his house which sat parallel to
Harper’s on the street. It was a rather old home, looking like it needed to be
painted and have the lawn cut. It was apparent that the mail hadn’t been
touched as it sat on the front step. Vergil picked it all up and scurried
inside. Harper walked to his
house and unlocked the door. As he walked in, an older Asian woman, appearing
to be in her early forties approached him. “Mom, before you start, I know
you’re proud of me and yada yada yada. Thanks, but did anyone call for me? I’m
expecting a call.” “Well, you don’t need to
be so rude. Start doing good at school and now you think you’re a big man,
huh?” “Guess no one called yet,
then. I’ll see you later.” Harper walked away from his mother in a rush toward his
room. “Wait, Harper!” “Yvette, relax…he’s a
young man. He’s probably waiting for some girl to call.” A soft voice came from
the living room. It was Harper’s father; Calvin Wolf. He sat in a large comfy
chair adjusting the setting on a music player. “Come and join me, dear. I’ve
found a nice piece earlier and I’m sure you’d love it.” Calvin extended his
hand and brought Yvette in as she sat down on his lap. “…” Harper looked over to
his parents feeling a bit uncomfortable with how they were openly showing
affection. As the music began to play a thought popped into his head. “Hey
Dad…” “Yes?” “…Do you know a girl
named…” Harper stopped. As gross as he thought his parents were, he enjoyed
seeing them happy. “Never mind. It’s nothing.” “Wait, Harper.” The
orchestra played loudly. “I’m pretty sure I missed
my call, so I’m going to call them back later. Good night.” The boy rushed to
his room, shutting the door behind him. He pulled up his seat and got on the
computer. After a few minutes of browsing the internet he stopped and looked
out the window toward Vergil’s house. At the same time Vergil
was cleaning up a mess on the kitchen floor. A short, young girl with hair as
white and a complexion as pale as his own, walked up to young man as he finished.
“Sorry, Vergil. I was trying to make dinner…” She apologized. The inside of the
kitchen was barren. A simple stove, refrigerator and table placed off to the
side made the room look and feel cold. “D-Don’t worry. I should
h-have made you s-something for dinner earlier.” Vergil got up and started
cooking food on the stove. The young girl - his little sister looked on, still slightly
embarrassed. “I’ll make some p-porkchops.” “Cool, I love your porkchops.”
She didn’t actually, but she loved her brother, so she’d eat what was made for
her. The young girl pulled up a chair and sat at the kitchen table waiting for
the food to finish. She pulled out her smart phone and brought something up on
screen. “Look Vergil, we built a rocket today in class!” A video played of her
and her classmates building an elaborate model rocket. She’d drawn a shark face
on the top and laughed with a giddy enthusiasm. The rocket shot upward with
incredible speed as all the students cheered. “Impressive, right?” “You made most of i-it,
right W-Wilhelmina?” “Yup!” “You’re s-so good with
s-stuff l-like that. You’ll be a g-great engineer. Now i-if only you could
c-cook.” “Hey! I’ll figure it out
some day! Cooking isn’t exactly a science…” Wilhelmina’s face got red as she
was teased. “It actually i-is a
science.” Vergil chuckled. *Bam* A door from the second-floor
slammed shut. Down the stairs walked a groggy looking older man. His unkempt gray
beard and bedhead showed someone who’d just woken up. He sat down at the table
across from Wilhelmina
and leaned back in the chair. The man hadn’t even bothered to get fully dressed
as he wore his boxers and a wifebeater stained with alcohol. “…What are you
making?” His gruff voice cracked as he began coughing. “P-Porkchops.” Vergil
responded meekly. “Alright…Wilhelmina how’s
school?” “Okay.” Wilhelmina looked
away as she hid her phone. “Don’t give me one-word
answers.” “Sorry!” “And don’t yell. I just
got up. So…how was school?” “…Good…I mean, I’ve been
doing good! My grades are good…” “Good. Vergil, how about
you?” “I’m okay. I got a s-seventy-five
on my last test.” “…That’s barely passing,
isn’t it?” “…Y-yeah…sorry.” “Do better next time.
Also, stop stuttering. People will think you’re retarded. And you’re not,
right?” “N-No, sir.” “Wilhelmina…you
aren’t dating yet, right?” “No! Of course not, Dad.” “Good, you’re eleven.
What about you, Vergil? You’re seventeen, right? “No…not y-yet.” “Really? You take after
me which means you’re good looking, so I don’t get why you don’t have a girl
yet. You gay or something?” “No…” “Alright, just checking…just
checking. The food done yet?” The awkwardness of the
night continued like that for another hour. All the while Vergil thought to
himself. (I hate this! I hate this! I hate this!) Harper spoke to himself
as he sat in his room staring up at the ceiling blankly. “Vergil must be having
another s****y night…” Part 6 8:33 PM Vernon hastily descended into
the middle of downtown Trenton, looking for the least crowded area possible. Unfortunately,
that ended up being an alleyway behind a bar. The minute he landed, grumbling
noises came from behind a dumpster, almost causing him to have a heart attack. It
turned out to be a homeless person rolling over on their makeshift bed. Vernon
crept up to the man, making sure he was asleep. With that confirmed, Vernon
breathed a sigh of relief and dropped a five-dollar bill on the man’s jacket.
Quickly, running down the street pushing past other pedestrians and nearly
tripping over a dog as he checked his phone, Vernon rushed to his destination.
“She’s going to be pissed.” The signal at a crosswalk warned him to halt his
sprint. “Come on, damnit!” He reacted uncharacteristically as the normally
relaxed man began cursing while fiddling with his suit. “Is that…her? She looks
pissed…” Vernon spied the light
brown skin and black curls of the woman he was intending to meet. He finally came
up to her, totally out of breath from dashing the whole way. “Late…why do I
even bother?” She placed her palm on her brow. “Because you like me so
much, Raquel. Come on, you know it’s true.” Raquel Childs, the detective from
the incident looked at Vernon with contempt. “I could just leave if
you want to be a moron by yourself.” No hint of joking in her voice, Vernon
quickly picked up on how serious Raquel was. “No! I was kidding! I’m
sorry!” He apologized. “*Sigh*…For now, let’s head
to the restaurant.” “I see you fell for it
then? All according to plan. Even though I told you we were heading to that place
on the corner, you still dressed up, which is perfect. Looking great, by the
way.” Vernon pointed out that Raquel’s black high heel boots and matching skirt
and top looked nice on her. “Surprising me AND
kissing up? Mister Marino, you’re really on a roll! Fine, I’ll forgive you; if
the place we’re going is actually good.” Raquel finally broke the stern
expression she held since Vernon came up by smiling. “We’re going to le jardin
vide!” With an exaggerated flick of the wrist, Vernon revealed the location of
their date. “Whoa!” Raquel whistled.
“Third date and you’re taking me to that expensive French Restaurant everyone
is going on about? …Actually, am I underdressed?” The off duty police officer started
feeling self-conscious about her clothes. “Bah! You look great! For
real, you look great.” Vernon sincerely said that to Raquel. “You’re so corny, dude!”
Blushing, Raquel playfully shoved him. Vernon and Raquel walked to the restaurant
and spent the evening enjoying each other’s company. Part 7 8:38 PM At the
tail end of winter, icy winds still hung around Newtonville rock. The fact that
it was night only made the desolate air of the ridge feel heavier. After the
investigation had concluded no one was permitted to even walk around the small area.
The media spent every night since the incident trying to dig up stories by searching
the woods and interviewing the survivors. Police ran dogs and forensic
scientists around the site for weeks, but nothing turned up. The Newtonville
lights, as they’d been
dubbed by locals, hadn’t occurred
since the incident. No major information had been picked up in weeks…and that infuriated Nicolaus Thompson most of all. The
young man levitated above Newtonville rock, hidden amongst the clouds. For
weeks, Nicolaus had been looking into the incident after the others seemed to
have lost interest. Whatever gave him and the others’ powers, and what caused the ‘disappearance’ of
the officers Niles and Kevin were connected, if only in the young man’s mind. He descended and paced around the dirt covered ground. After
looking over the edge of the cliff, then walking back through the small wooded
area, Nicolaus noted the trees that he and Vernon had torn into from the run in
with the police. Again,
Nicolaus walked back to the cliff’s edge and looked down, surveying the side of the formation. From
that height, it looked as if it’d be
impossible for someone to survive such a fall. He stormed back into the woods,
then repeated the process over and over. Eventually, the young man sat down on
the cold ground, typing something into his phone. It read: [Nothing’s changed.] He began fussing with his hair. “Nothing’s
changed again…nothing…nothing!” He
exploded. Phone raised in the air and ready to slam it into the dirt, Nicolaus
stopped when he noticed his telekinesis had activated. The azure haze moved
about fanatically. Shaking with anger…and fear, Nicolaus attempted to calm down, but failed. “I…” On the verge of tears, the
normally pessimistic and aloof Nicolaus Thompson fell to his knees. “I killed an innocent man…I’m a murderer…I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, Kevin Greene! You were…someone’s
father…and because of me…! I…took
someone’s Dad away from them! I don’t deserve to live! F**k!” Nicolaus was scared to even punch the ground near himself, as he
feared what the telekinesis would do. “I don’t even
know what’s going on! Why am I alive…Carl, Walter…Kevin…those kids…they all
died and I’m…here. Dad…what
should I do?” Tears streaming down his face, the
answer he wanted wasn’t
coming. An odd
cry from off in the distance surprised Nicolaus, making him jump to his feet.
The sound came from beyond the brush. He cautiously traversed the woods until
the young man happened upon a deer with its leg stuck in a hole. Nicolaus
thought nothing of it but decided to help the poor creature. “Don’t
worry, I’ll save you.” Nicolaus lifted his hand and inched his telekinesis onto the creature,
enveloping it in blue haze. “Okay…relax…”
Nicolaus attempted to gradually move the deer upward, out of its predicament.
He raised his hand steadily, but the weight of his arm was far greater than he’d expected. He was unable to lift the deer. Frustrated, he tried
again and failed, angering the already distraught young man. The deer continued
to writhe about, seeming totally helpless. With gusto and deep breath, Nicolaus
tugged the animal and nearly sent it flying. The deer screamed out as it ran
away. “S-Sorry…hmm?”
Nicolaus felt bad about frightening the deer, but he noticed the remnants of
his telekinesis, before it fully dispersed, was changing colors. “Huh? That’s new.” He brought his telekinesis back up again and it was the regular
azure blue. He pushed it over to the hole and it changed to a deep mauve, then
burgundy and then the mist rapidly began to plume into white orbs as a strange
static sound accompanied it. “Wha!?” Part 8 2:47 AM The headlights of a luxury
car barely penetrated the dark and foggy night as it zoomed around hairpin
turns on a riverfront. An old man, with intensely thinning hair spoke on the
phone to an associate as he drove. “Absolutely not! Even if he wants in done by
next week, I refuse to hire contractors…I don’t care if it’s cheap! We’ve been
working on this for a month now, I for one…” So wrapped up in his conversation,
the man didn’t notice the small figure standing in the middle of the road until
it was too late. Next thing he knew, the
older man was regaining consciousness, looking at the hood of his vehicle being
submerged in the embankment that ran into a deep river. Blood dripped from his
head and his legs were in excruciating pain, more than likely broken, he was
trapped in the car seat as he failed at pulling his seat belt undone. “H-Help!
Someone!!” He hollered. With the old man slowly realizing the gravitas of the situation,
he made for his phone, however it was nowhere to be seen. “S**t…” Tugging at
his seat belt with all his strength it seemed hopeless as the buckle refused
budge, but footsteps approaching caused him to stop. “Is someone out there!?
Help, please! I’m stuck…call an ambulance! My legs may be broken…!” The person
came into view and his hopes were immediately dashed. In through the passenger
side broken window stood a small figure with their face obscured by a scarf and
wearing a hoodie. The person said nothing but simply raised their hand. An
almost pinkish smoke exuded from the figure’s body, wrapping around the front
of the car. The vehicle began to move forward, as if the bumper was being
tugged. “…” The figure remained quiet; its purple eyes glaring emotionlessly at
the man’s horror filled expression. “What the f**k is going
on!? Stop! Stop! Wait, please!” He begged while pawing at his seatbelt until
the car suddenly halted. “…You understand then? I
have all the power here…you lowlife piece of s**t.” “What do you want?” “Omar Redmond…I have some
questions and you will answer them to the best of your abilities, or…” The car
moved again. “Okay! Please stop!” The
car halted. “What do you want to know, anything!” “First off, I have your
phone, so don’t try anything stupid. Second…Arnold Patrick, Keith Lawless,
Howard Tanner and Liam Joffe…do these names mean anything to you?” “…No.” The car shot forward,
barely keeping contact with the ground as it began to sink in the waterway.
“Don’t lie!” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I do
know them, I do, I do! Please don’t kill me!” Omar pleaded, his face twisted as
he cried. “Shut up! Next question…are
they clients of yours?” “Clients? I don’t know
what you mean…I own a lot of businesses…” “You know what the f**k
I’m talking about.” “T-They’re not clients!
They’re…closer to business partners…” “So, it’s true then. Ok…last
question, then you can go. Password to your phone. What is it?” “It’s…Professional but
with a zero for the o and a one for the l…” The figure pulled up the
phone and entered the password. “Looks like you told the truth on that one
pretty easily.” “C-can I go now?” “…Yes…go to hell…you
piece of s**t.” The car quickly tipped forward into the water and began to sink
fast. “W-Wait!
S-s-some-one…please…help me!!! Some…” His begging cut short, the man known as
Omar Redmond drowned in his car. “…” The figure’s eyes
remained unflinching as they watched the man’s iron tombs sink to the bottom of
the embankment, his scream subsiding. They pulled off their hood with a
fountain of black hair bursting forth. Her purple eyes and unblemished brown
skin now out on full display; Amala Singh watched silently and emotionlessly as
the man before her slowly died.
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