Ch 4 The start of a terrible turn for a teen
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She adjusted her brown, oval, very studious looking glasses on her face as she approached her brother. He had managed to avoid her all during school, but now she found him by his locker and he wasn't going to get away from her.
"What in the world were you doing this morning." She threw at him telepathically.
"Stop doing that. I don't like it, it's weird." he said out loud, but not so loudly that it attracted attention.
"It's part of who we are Colin, I don't understand why you are so against it, but that's not even my point."
"Well than what is your point exactly?"
"My point is you seem like you don't care anymore, about the family, about any of it. What you did this morning really caused some problems. I mean even if you don't like Dad I still thought you cared about Claire. What you did today could have really hurt her.
"What's the big deal? We knew way before we were her age and Mom and Dad didn't care that we knew."
"That's not true, they didn't want us to find out the way we did, but they handled it the best they could. They protected us the best they could.
"Oh that's bull. He never tried to protect me. He was always off protecting someone else." Colin said his voice loud and full of anger, than he turned away from his sister. As he quickly stocked away, his hands rubbing his temples, neither the stunned Alexis nor the distracted Colin noticed the boy standing at the near end of the hall, a black bag slung over the shoulder that was facing the siblings. As Colin left the boy made his departure as well.
The boy followed Colin out of the school, who was still rubbing his head. Unnoticed, the boy walked up behind Colin and followed for many paces before turning down a side street, where a dark sedan with tinted windows waited for him. He checked his surroundings quickly to ensure no one was watching he got into the back of the car.
"Did you get some clean shots?" asked the man who was waiting for him. He held out his hand and the boy plunged his hand into his backpack.
"Yeah a few. Once when he was in the lunch line, once at the end of the day when he was at his locker talking to his sister, I think, and once just now as he was leaving. I was right behind him," he said finally pulling out what looked like a pistol of his bag. What distinguished this gun was the end formed in to a cone shape. Also the top of the gun was big and square, as thought it was holing something much bigger than bullets.
" Just make sure you are not discovered. Did it seem to affect him? And when he was with his sister it didn't affect her did it?" The man opened the big square compartment and removed a large chunk of glowing red rock and placing it in his pocket.
"No it didn't look like it affected the girl. I was aiming it at him from inside the pack. But I think it worked on him. He got really mad at the girl and every other time it seemed to make him frustrated and he started rubbing his head. I don't see what's the point shooting this thing at the Kent guy is, though?
"You don't have to and you won't care as long as you are being compensated for your services. Meet me here again tomorrow morning at eight am. Now go!" he said, handing the teen a wad of cash.
Once the boy left the man smiled a sinister grin in satisfaction that his plan was working.