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He knew it was hopeless, but he still tried to run from his powers.
He tried to hide his gift and he promised himself that he would never use it.
Unfortunately, the powers insisted on slipping out if control at the worst possible moments.
Like now for instance, he was trying to focus on Algebra, but all the thoughts of everyone around him just kept budding in.
((Oh yeah he's telepathic))
((Oh yeah he's telepathic))
He raises his hand and waits to be called on, he has to get away from the pounding thoughts.
When the teacher finally called on him he could barely get out "Bathroom" before sprinting out of the classroom.
He ran to one of the few stalls to find his thoughts.
Once there he leaned against the wall taking deep breathes forcing the door to his mind shut.
He stiffened when he heard he bathroom door open.
"Hello"the voice of his best friend Nick called, "are you in here Eric?"
Eric relaxed, but only slightly because although Nick is his only friend, he still doesn't know about Eric's powers.
Eric slowly comes out of the stall and stands in front of Nick.
Eric looked like a mess with rumpled hair and glasses only half on his face.
"I'm fine" Eric replied not looking Nick in the eye.
"Eric...I know you're lying, just like you lie every other time, Tell my the truth!" Nick shoots back immediately.
"Just leave me alone," Eric said trying to push past Nick.
((I decided that if you wanted to you can write a paragraph or more if you want too. That should make the story go faster.))
(okay)"No, Eric, I'm your friend, I want to help...tell me what's wrong!" Nick practically yells as he grabs Eric's arm.
"Don't push me," Eric said while breathing deeply his eyes turning black.
"Hey, w-w-what's wrong with your eyes?" Nick asks stumbling back with fear.
"Just get away from me," Eric said. Then all of the glass and the mirrors in the bathroom broke. Sharp shards flew everywhere. Eric backed up fear in his eyes. Then he ran.
Three years later...
Three years later...
(how old is he now?)After locking the door to his room, Eric sits down at the table with a blindfold. The pencil in front of him begins drawing on it's own. He knows what the picture is of without even looking. After a half hour, he takes off the blind fold and looks at the extremely vivid sketch of the day he was found. Nick immediately thought he was a demon, and Eric had to tell him that he was a telepath not a demon to keep him as a friend.
((I want to say he is around 17 right now. What do you think?))
After that day he ran. He knew that Nick would never tell anyone his secret, but he couldn't risk giving away his secret to any one else. He hoped that Nick would understand, but he could never go back. Nick hasn't seen him sense that day, but he had seen Nick. Always sticking to the shadows he had watched from a far as Nick grew. He smiled as Nick forgot him.
He lived alone. In the center of New York, he had learned how to use his gift. But after that day he vowed he would never loose control again.
After that day he ran. He knew that Nick would never tell anyone his secret, but he couldn't risk giving away his secret to any one else. He hoped that Nick would understand, but he could never go back. Nick hasn't seen him sense that day, but he had seen Nick. Always sticking to the shadows he had watched from a far as Nick grew. He smiled as Nick forgot him.
He lived alone. In the center of New York, he had learned how to use his gift. But after that day he vowed he would never loose control again.
(17 will work nicely. :D)He gets up from his desk and walks out the door into the middle of a bustling day in New York. He diverts all the minds of the people who see him causing them to forget. He walks to cafe to get a bagel and some hot chocolate. Diverting minds along the way.
(he doesn't go to school. He just gets knowledge from other people)
((I like this story))
He sips his hot chocolate and sighs.
((I don't know what else to say?))
He sips his hot chocolate and sighs.
((I don't know what else to say?))
(I like it, too)He thinks about the past three years and remembers how he ran away from his life the day he was discovered. He remembers diverting the minds of the people who had seen him and had looked for him. Sighing again, he wishes he could be normal for the three millionth time.
Most of all he remembered diverting his moms mind. He had diverted everyone's minds to forget him, but diverting the one person who had always been there for him was the hardest thing he had ever done. A tear fell onto his bagel as he remembered erasing all evidence that he existed from the mind of his mom. But he knew she would be safer that way. Even Nick, who was the only one he hadn't diverted, had forgotten him. His was a lonely life.
"Hey, who are you? I see you around here a lot, but nobody I ask knows you." Terrified, he looks up into the molten gold color of a girl's eyes. Her eyes are mesmerizing, they look like two cauldrons of boiling gold, always undulating. Her skin seems to have a grayish hue, instead of pink or yellow like most people. In fact her skin looked like a lighter shade of his skin, he realizes with a start.
Scared that he can't divert her mind, Eric stood up with fear in his eyes and ran.
"Wait" the girl called, and ran after him.
"Wait" the girl called, and ran after him.
Eric ran out the door and slammed into a guy coming in. They both fall in a heap in the doorway. He diverts his mind and stands up, only to find himself nose to nose with the strange girl. "What's your name?" she asks with a worried look in her eye.
Eric tries again to pus past her only to find the girl blocking his path. "Persistent aren't you" Eric says.
"Only when I'm curious." she replies flashing a cocky grin. "So, answer my questions, I'll answer yours, then you can run away from your problems." she smiles wider. Eric falls into her golden eyes and finds himself nodding. "Good, now let's go back inside and talk over some hot chocolate. It's so cold out here."
As Eric walks inside, he shakes his head and tries to clear his thoughts. Why was he following this girl? Even as he thought it he knew he had been brain washed, but she seemed so nice?
"So what's your name?" she asks him after they sit down with their drinks."You tell me, you probably already know." Eric answers. She looks surprised at his statement and thinks really hard.
"It's...Henry, isn't it?" she says with a twinkle in her eye.
((Anyone feel free to add this is not just for me and Rhystlynne))
"No, my name is...um...Emana" He lies. Emana backwards was the first thing he thought of, so he used it, "What's your name?" he asks although as he searches her mind he finds the name Kylenne.
Kylenne smiles and says "My names Kylenne. Your like me aren't you"?
"L-like you?...W-what do you m-mean?" Eric stutters out, trying tot act like a normal person.
"I can tell you have the gift." Kylenne says "You do well to hide it from the norms, but well I'm not really normal. I can't get too in depth here though"
((never mind what I said just go with the flow))
(ok)"If you are so 'gifted', tell me my full name." Eric smirks as he thinks he stumped her.
"That's easy. You name is Eric Dawn Stremn. What an embarrassing middle name." she says.
Eric looked around scared of the girl in front of him. He had never met someone who he couldn't hide from. He didn't know what to do.
I'll start...
All Eric wanted was to be normal.