It's sad when you have to go back and re-read your whole story just so you know what's going on because you haven't read it in so long. :( But I did and I fiiiinally finished another chapter.
I think my eyes got as big as my fist and I swear my jaw hit the ground. Of all the things I was expecting him to say, this was not one of them.
"Train me?" I shrieked. What could that possibly mean? Then it hit me. This was another attempt from the system. He had to work for them, right? And he was supposed to train me to become a "normal" citizen. Hell no! I was so out of here.
I made my way as fast as I could down the hallway towards the door, my bag still in hand.
"Where are you going?" I heard him shout. I didn't answer. I was beyond mad at myself for even coming here. I was too distracted by the silence in my head which made me even more angry because this should have been a moment I should have been able to enjoy.
"Stop!" he shouted in, a voice that didn't even sound like his, as soon as I had made it to the door.
And the next thing I know I'm just standing there, with my hand reached out halfway to the door. I felt like I was paralyzed. I even tried to wiggle my toes and when I couldn't do that an embarrassing squeak escaped me.
"Sit down," he said, motioning towards the couch and all of a sudden I could move again.
I moved to the couch but didn't sit. "Did you do that? How can you do that?"
"Just sit down and I'll tell you everything. You just have to stop freaking out over every detail!"
"Well excuse me for freaking out over the fact that you're going to "train" me! What does that even mean anyway?" I said, throwing my hands in the air.
He reached out and grabbed my hands, pushed them down to my sides, and somehow managed to push me down so I ended up sitting on the couch.
"It's really not as bad and scary as it all seems. It's actually interesting. Are you willing to listen? And I mean are you actually going to think about what I'm saying or are you just going to judge right away?"
"Fine, I'll listen. It's not like I have any other choice, right? You wouldn't let me leave anyway." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You can leave any time you want after you hear what I have to say," he said, reaching over and grabbing me around my wrists and placing them at my sides again and holding them there for a second before letting them go. I didn't even ask about that because I already had enough questions and not enough answers.
"Well? I'm waiting," I said, tapping my foot.
"Okay. So believe it or not, you're not the only one out there that can do things that… aren't considered normal,"
"Well obviously not considering that stunt you just pulled. Plus the fact that I can't hear anything anymore," I said. Then I realized he was just staring at me because I interrupted him, "Oh, sorry."
"So anyway, there's a whole, let's say, government, that's out there that's designed for people like us. It's called the Volturi. That can do things that normal people can't. And they have this system set up for people like you. Who grew up knowing nothing about who they are or about the things they can do. The system is to get these people acquainted with everything they can do and once the "teacher" feels the "student" knows enough about everything the "student" will be given a test by the main court of the Volturi. It's not really a test. More like an evaluation. And after that they will either offer you a position in something with them or allow you the option to do whatever you want as long as you don't step out of line with your powers."
"And where do you come in?" I asked.
"I'm the so called "teacher." When I was younger, my parents knew who I was and what I could do because they were also "special". They were very involved with the Volturi. So when I was around 15 or 16 I underwent my evaluation and the Volturi offered me the "teaching" job. I accepted. It was exactly what I wanted," as he spoke, his voice started to drift off when he mentioned his parents. And when he talked about his "job" he sounded even worse.
"Wow," I said, leaning back into the couch, still trying to take it all in. I mean, there's a whole agency out there for people like me. I mean, a couple hours ago, I thought I was the only person and now it turns out there's a whole "government." All my life I thought I was alone and know I find out about this.
"Why now? Why did it take so long for me to get a "teacher," I said teacher the same way he did.
"Believe it or not, there are a lot of kids out there that need "teaching."
"Okay," I said, sinking further into the back of the couch, "So how does this teaching thing work?"
"Well usually the person I'm teaching has a place to stay," he said, his eyes looking in the direction of my bag, "but I'm guessing that's not the case this time?"
I just shook my head, looking down.
"Well you'll just have to stay here. You'll stay here for a couple months and I'll try to teach how to do certain things. Some things you'll be able to do better than others. And some people take longer to learn," he smirked, "I'm guessing you'll take longer based on the stubbornness I've already seen from you."
I sat up and smacked his arm. He laughed and rubbed his arm.
"So when do we start? Are you going to teach me how to keep the silence?" I asked, scooting to the edge of the couch so that we were face to face.
His smile left his face and he seemed dumbstruck. "Yeah, I will," he said, looking me right in the eye.
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