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Before I know it, I'm unbelievable hot. She's groaning loudly and I'm conscious of the beads of blood rising as her nails puncture the skin of my back. She bites down and screams. Then she's on my chest breathing quietly. My skin feels raw and tingly. She's cooing softly in her sleep. So innocent looking, yet so vile. I wonder how many boy's name she's screamed. I think it's more than I can ever think. Yet, I doubt any have made her feel as I have. Not because I'm experienced, because I'm not, but simply because I made her feel different. She's still sleeping when I place my glasses on the bridge of my nose. Goodbye Dahlia, I knew thee well. Her father, I know, would certainly murder me if he knew I was here, which is why my heart almost jumps out of my throat as I hear stirring. I run outside of her house, bidding it farewell. It's almost nostalgic as I walk through the classes. I was going to disappear after this. I watched as everyone passed by, nostalgia now a definite feeling in my heart. Dahlia keeps staring at me with the oddest sort of longing, as of she would die if I did not speak to her or touch her. As I pass her and Felix in the halls, her eyes suggested that she did not want him, which was too bad, because they were going to send me to my suicide mission soon enough. As the final bell rings, Ms. Waterson grabs my hand and slips something into it, then quickly returns to her desk. I don't look at it till I'm alone, in my former room, behind all of the boxes, because it was just a storage room now. It was the symbol from my nightmares. The square with a circle then a triangle in the center of the circle. It was made of white gold. For some reason, I put it on my neck. I felt a cold wave of sanity wash over me. I was going to die soon, that was a given. Perhaps not today, not this week, but sooner than I'd like. So as I'm knocked out, I think quietly to myself, do I even care? I woke up cold as fuck. And a girl with dark brown hair and icy blue eyes is staring at me. Beside her is a raven-haired guy, his eyes examining me carefully from behind his sunglasses. And then a dorky looking guy in the corner who was terribly blond. Like yellow in color with a hint of white blond. His eyes are the oddest sort of kaleidoscope, shifting from blue to violet then violet to red and red to orange. It made me dizzy. "Welcome to Base One. We're the freaks of the freaks, nice to meet you, freak." the dark haired guy extends his hand and I shake it.
The next update will be a sneak peak of what is to come, but I'm pretty sure this part of the tale is done.
"The freaks of the freaks?" "Non-telepaths. Renegades. Rebels. We're "dangerous". I can float shit." "Telekinetic?" "Yeah that." "I can jump through time and space." the girl pipes in. "I could explain how that's possible but that's take too long." "Because even you barely understand it." Kaleidoscope Eyes pipes in. She gives him a seething look and he shrinks. I look at him, his eyes so dizzying. "I'm sorry if my eyes make you dizzy, I can't help it." he mutters, lowering his eyes. I wonder what his ability is, but I won't ask. "Aww, poor Travy." the girl teases. Kaleidoscope Eyes, Travy, grimaces. He's not a small guy, no, tall and not buff but definitely stronger than I was. Yet, he seemed to mild mannered to do anything. The dark haired boy chuckles. "JimJim, be nice." she scolds. "How long have I been here?" I ask suddenly. "You've been out for about a day. We all got dumped in here a couple years ago." the girl explains. "They want to figure out how to control us. This shit right here is titanium," he hits the wall with his knuckle, "Can't get in and out unless you have clearance." "Wait, years?" "Yep. Travy and I have been here since I can remember. JimJim came later." "After they came and killed Sam." the dark haired boy who I assumed was JimJim said bitterly. "Sam?" "My...friend..." he says sourly. "He doesn't like to talk about it." Kaleidoscope/Travy mutters. I hear a crash. "What's that?" "Oh, that Liam. He's too dangerous to be put with us." "What does he do?" "Kill things." the girl responds simply. ----------------------------------------------------------- Last part of Reality is a lie. The sequel "The unseen future." will be up in a couple of days.