Author's Note: Installment number seven is a go! This one is taken a little while after the last one, and Will is still with the Masked Man. This one is more introspective and less dialogue heavy, so I hope you will enjoy it!

Pairings/Characters: Will

Rating: T

Warnings: None.

All was quiet in the dark room. The other children had gone to bed, each one of them sore and exhausted from the training the old man put them through. Only one child remained; a rather oddly dressed child that looked to belong in a circus, not a criminal organization.

The child in question stared at a crate nearby, violet hues fixated on the box, his gaze never wavering for an instant. Tonight would be the night. He would make this crate move even if he made himself sick as a result. He knew he could do it, having levitated similar objects as a small child. However, it was one thing to levitate and move an object, it was another to control the power.

The power itself was often activated by his emotions, which had gotten the boy into much trouble. If he was angry, the objects would hover around him before flying off in all directions. If he were sad, a few of them would break. If he suddenly experienced joy, the objects flew about the room as if on their own accord. While he had mastered some control over them prior to joining the Masked Man, his powers were still far from stabilized and being under his complete control. If he had a mentor it would be easier, but as it stood, he was the only psychic of the group.

He inwardly winced when he thought of these incidents, along with the swift punishment that followed. It wasn't his fault; he was trying his best to control the energy within his mind. There was only so much a boy his age could do. Coupled with depression and other mental ills, along with the gossip and jeering from the other children, it made the art of mastering his gifts all that much harder.

Will quickly shook his head, his gaze once again trained on the box before him. He needed to get this right. If he didn't, he would only be punished and his secret would be exposed to the others. Of course, Karen already knew, having walked in on him during the midst of a mental breakdown. At first she had been terrified, especially when some of the objects flew at her and she made to run and tell the Masked Man. However, once she spotted the boy gripping his head in pain, the tears streaming down his face she braved the elements and went to his side. After a few moments of soft words and gentle rubs on his back, his powers quickly faded and the objects returned to normal. After that day, he vowed never to lose control like that again.

That was why he was here: he needed to master his abilities so that he would never lose control again.

His stare became more determined, his mine focused solely on moving the crate before him. At first nothing happened, the crate remained as still as it always had been. As the seconds ticked by, the crate began to be enveloped in a light blue glow, which grew stronger along with the matching glow in the boy's eyes. Eventually the glow engulfed the crate, and slowly, but surely, the crate was lifted from the floor. A grin crossed his face as he extended his arm, the palm of his hand facing outwards as it too became encased in the glow.

With a flick of his wrist the crate flew to the other side of the room, stopping before just hitting the wall. Another flick of his wrist sent the object flying in the opposite direction, once again stopping before hitting the wall. After a few more minutes of this, Will set the crate back down where it was, a wide grin now on his lips. "I did it…I did it!"

Before he could celebrate, a wave of dizziness struck him before everything faded to black.

Fin