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"Oh my god..." Miles said, the eyes in the mirror were wide with shock, just as Miles knew his eyes must have been, and, if it was possible, his face got even paler. "Who are you?" He said to the person in the glass. Its lips moved at the same time, he raised his arm, it raised its arm. Everything he did the reflection could mimic. "That can't be me."
But Miles was forced to face the horrific reality, that that person in the mirror indeed was him. But he couldn't even recgonize himself. His face had kept the abused puppy look, his lip was still permantly split, and he still looked like he was five or six years younger than he really was. But that was as far as the similarites went. His whole face had been changed. His naturally red tan had been replaced with a pale extiror, and his hair was now stark white. The wide, twitching eyes were no longer black, they were silver, a coppery unnatural silver and, the scary thing, he lacked pupils. There was a bandage over his check and one eye was slightly blacked from the punch he had recieved from the fight.
Hardly able to pull away from the mirror, he slowly turned around to face a stricken Puppet. "Is that really you Miles?" The coyote asked in a soft voice. Unable to answer, Miles just nodded. Puppet randomly started to laugh hysterically, his laugh was something between a growl and a yelp, and Miles raised his eyebrows in confusion. "You look like a ghost or spirit or something!"
"Wow, great friend..." Miles muttered, no longer concerned for his friend's health he threw a pillow at him, it managed to hit him and smack him onto the floor. The coyote never stopped laughing.
Between gasps for breath he managed to chant, "Jasper, Jasper, Jasper the living ghost!" Miles glowered. 'Well, he's obviously seen to much TV since getting here.' Miles thought. Picking up the back pack he had dropped on the floor, he flung it onto the unlaid on bed and started going through it. Puppet was slowly getting over his apperance and asked, "What's in there?"
"What I had on me when they found me, and a few cloths, he said once we get in the swing of things here we can go shopping." Puppet got a disguisted look on his face and sat down in front of the TV again. His ears were perked and his eyes glowing.
Wagging his thick tail he said, "I didn't know about magic boxes before I came here, they're amazing!" He said, "There's another magic box over there that plays noises, some of them are great but most of them are horrible." Puppet said, never looking up from the TV as he did. Miles peered past Puppet's head to see that he was watching a old TV show from the 80's called Happy Days. "This is so interesting, I keep on talking to them, but they can't seem to hear me...they just continue on with their own thing."
Miles sighed and shook his head, "Puppet, it's not a magical box, it's called a television and that over there is a stero." He muttered, looking over the clothes that they had given him. Three sweat pants, four tee shirts, and one sweater, when he opened up the sweater to look it over, two enevolpes fell, one onto the bed, the other one went unnoticed as it landed under it, stuch between two cracks in the floor. "What's this?" He whispered. Puppet flicked his ears, but was to wrapped up in the show to actually ask Miles what he was talking about. Flopping down onto the bed, he flipped it over. There was a red seal on the back, the impression on it was a pheasent, it's wings open and face pointed upward. He carefully picked the seal free, and the envolope folded open, four pictures dropped onto his stomach, and he sat up.
The first one was a picture of a family, his family. Papa was holding Mama's shoulders, and Mama was cradling a baby Mason in her arms. Miles' head was turned, smiling at something, or someone, out of the picture. They were all smiling, they were all laughing. A family.
He put that picture down quickly, not wanting to see how it had been, the next picture was a picture of the same pheasent that had been on the seal. It had been standing in a wheat field, its colorful wings open, its' head pulled back so it was staring up at the clear blue sky, as if it was praising the sky for something it had done.
The third one was in black and white. It was of Miles as a baby, two people were looking down at him, the one was his Papa, the other was a man he didn't know and had never seen before. Papa was smiling widely, his eyes sparkling as they always had been. The other man was also smiling, but not nearly as widely, he had a proud look, but nothing else. Who was he? Miles shrugged it off, maybe some uncle of Papa, his father had never talked about him having an uncle, but, then again, Miles was to young to really remember much of what his father had told him. Or he tried to forget.
The final one made his heart lunge to his throat, his hand began to tremble, and he threw it onto the bed as quickly as possible. He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't move his eyes from the hideous picture. It was of his father, hanging from the cieling, face looking down, frozen in the horrifide expression, his eyes dead, the knives protruding from his wrists, ankles, and stomach, attaching him. There were red words written around it, written in a language Miles couldn't read.
"Hey, Miles, you ok?" Puppet asked, snapping Miles out of his fearful trance. He quickly grabbed all the pictures and put them under his pillow, Puppet was looking up at him, "You seem sort of out of it."
Miles gave another forced laugh, this one was shakier than he had hoped it to be, "Just looking at some things in my bag." Not a lie. He lifted up the new grey sweater, "Linkin Park, great band." He said when he saw what the logo and band name on it. That wasn't a lie either, he had once snuck into one of their concerts. He usually hated to listen to music, it was so usless, but he made an acception for this.
Puppet gave him a unbelieving look and Miles hoped off the bed to the window, "Look at all those people." He said, and Puppet stood on his hindlegs to see out the large windows.
There were boys and girls of all ages outside playing in the chilly middle fall weather, using their powers for play. A girl with unnatural bright red hair and a boy with thick, almost shoulder length, black-brown hair were huddled together looking over papers, the girl was making a small thorny-plant grow from the ground and the boy had a pink, glass, force field forming in the palm of his hand. The girl from the hallway, Talia, he thought her name was, was practicing karate off to the side. The girl from that faitful night, Six, was walking towards the other, and Miles sighed, they all had such good control of their powers. He didn't.
Which was why, when the professor asked, he had denied permssion to go back to school, one wrong move and he could fry someone. Kill innocent people. Walking with him, walking with his powers, was like walking next to a open circut. Besides, he had missed three years of school, he hardly knew how to do algebra, much less anything Highschool level. The professor didn't push it and had let the subject drop.
"It's only a matter of time before you can control your power." Puppet said, and Miles wondered how much of what he'd been thinking he said out loud. Or how much Puppet had been able to pry from his mind.
Sighing he asked, "Yeah, but then what?" He didn't believe he could control his power, if it was the same thing as it had been the night it had actually manifested, then he would never be able to control it. It would control him, and he would be defensless against himself. Literally, his own worst enemy.
"Then we'll leave here and pretend like we've never been to this place." Puppet answered. Miles smiled and nodded. That was a good plan.
The night was hard and sleepless for Miles, his eyes seemed to lack the ability to close as he stared up at the cieling, listening to Puppet's soft snoring in the other bed. Reaching under his pillow, he pulled out the pictures, looking at the one with the odd language on it, 'Dynged has ffordd chan yn arddangos itself fel a gwisgi t ddeall.' He had a hard enough time with English, he knew that whatever was written in the red ink would forever remain a mystery. Putting the pictures away he flipped over and looked longingly out of the window.
The moon was out and full, casting long shadows into the room and giving everything an eerie illuminating look to it. The bed was too soft, he had been sleeping on the ground and park benches for the past few years, his body had become accustum to hard sleeping conditions and had forgotten what it was like to sleep in lesuire.
Careful not to make a sound, he slipped down onto the floor emmiting a soft sigh, this was more to his liking. His eyes began to close slowly, and he was just drifting off to sleep when there was a loud rattling. Instantly he was on his feet, the hairs on the back of his neck standing as he twisted around to find the source of the sound. Puppet yawned from the bed, "Miles...what are you doing on the floor?" He asked tiredly. Miles lifted a finger to his mouth, the banging was quieting, but someone, or something, was in the room. Puppet flicked his ears down, "Go back to bed you fool."
"You mean you don't hear that?" Miles asked in shock. Puppet always prided himself in having the best hearing of all canines.
In the shadow that the moon casted over the bed, Puppet's eyes glowed, and the pupils cirlced around as he rolled his eyes, "Of course I hear it, it's called heating, got me the first night too." The coyote answered coldly. No one woke him up without getting ripped apart. Weither by words or by teeth was the question. "You bummbling idiot, if there was real danger then I'd be the first one to sense it, now go to sleep."
Miles crossed his jaw and looked to the wall where the rattling was coming from. Heating, he had forgotten all about that. Awake from the scare, he knew that it would be impossible for him to control his nerves long enough to even begin to feel the pull of sleep. He sat back in the bed and looked at the TV. Peering over to the night stand, he saw the glowing buttons of the remote. There was an inner battle, one side wanting to ignore the TV, the other side wanted to fight the boredom settling over Miles, in the end, boredom was defeated and Miles quickly grabbed the remote before he could change his mind.
Flicking it on, he turned the volume down low enough that he could just barely hear it, Puppet grumbled something and turned so that he could sleep without having to see the flashes of the TV.
The first word he heard was electromagnetism and Miles suddenly found his whole being be sucked into the show that was on. LOST, he didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he couldn't stop watching. He chuckled lowly at some parts, teared up a bit (on the inside) at others, and, at some times, he was so totally lost in it that he forgot to breath. It was unhealthy, and he knew it, but, at the same time, it was the most educational show he had ever seen.
Electromagnetism was the main factor of the show in many ways. The island was basically one giant electromagnet, and when a plane went over it, there was blast of it that sent the plane spiraling down to the island. Then, it started going through time because of it, people died, a lot of people died really, and Miles felt fear grip at his heart. So many deaths.
Before he knew what was going on, the episodes were over, and Puppet was shaking himself up, Miles looked over to the window, some time during the night thick dark grey clouds had rolled in, showing the promise of a heavy storm. "Were you up all night?" The coyote asked, and Miles nodded, watching the end credits roll through the screen; not wanting to believe that it was really over. He had learned so much about electromagnetism, and the things he could do if he learned to control it. "What shows were you watching that captured your normally short attention?" He asked as Miles turned the power off.
"It was called LOST and you'll never believe what was on it!" Miles exclaimed, surprising himself at how awake he was. Not disappointed when Puppet didn't show his enthusiasm.
"Please enlighten me." He growled. After a quick stretch Puppet jumped off the bed and walked over to the window, nudging it open with his nose, he stared out at the clouds, ears pricked, listening, "No birds are out, this is going to be a big one." He said, hoping down.
Miles nodded quickly, "Electromagnetism, and you'll never believe what I might be able to do with my power." Puppet didn't answer, just pranced around the room a few times, "According to the show, invisibility, parallel universes, magnetic control, and, get ready for this...time travel!" He expected a little emotion from that.
He only snorted, "Yeah, but first, you've got to learn how to control your power, don't you?" Not even breaking pace as he circled around three more times.
"You always have a way of destroying every good thing in my life." Miles glowered. He went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants and a black tee shirt. "Now, go away so I can change."
Elemental: Ok, so, Helper wasn't here for part of this story, she isn't here right now actually, so, it's up to me to write this: in the next chapter, a lot of characters will be thrown in. From the last chapter, the character Cory Williams, who was listening to music in his room was submitted by SillyAndFree. The two girls who were walking in the hallways, Bridget Olivia Hudson and Talia Rivkin, were from Smileyface1967 and Cloudy-TheNightMarQueen. From this chapter though, the newly introduced characters this time is, the girl with the power of the plants, Chiara Lilith and the boy with the force field, Zachary Rowe were given to us by Kunnaki and Humour- Me Please.
Also, please don't just skim this looking for your character's name to pop up in this (they will appear), I use to do that, sometimes it worked, sometimes all I got was a lot of confusion. You will probably want to read all of this because there are a lot of things your characters will do that you won't understand if you don't read the whole thing...
Alright, enough of my ranting, before I leave you, I just want to say that the No Siders, Humans, and Brotherhood people will be coming in a few chapters, next chapter there should be mention of a lot of X-Men and The Breaking characters, possibly some No Siders, but I don't know.
P.S.-This chapter didn't turn out as well as I hoped.
P.P.S.-I do not own LOST (best show in the world) but it went well with the story and I wanted Miles to learn a few things about his power.
P.P.P.S.-Miles Shepard's name is actually based off of two characters in the show LOST, Miles and Jack Shepard.
P.P.P.P.S-You all need to watch LOST if you haven't seen it already
P.P.P.P.P.S.-Ugh...man I forget, so, bye bye!
