AN: Right, I've started up two new stories, I Have A Crack In My Wall, and Expectations. IHACIMW, I Amy-centric, and E is a drwho/hp xover, which centers around Sirius Black and the Doctor 10. if you're familiar with the fandoms, please check them out, as I'm rather proud of them.
Anyway, after the Gina chapter, it will be about Ben, and friends. One canon character will be introduced as Ben's friend, but I want more, so I'm open to suggestions about characters, like, you can come up with your own and I'll incorporate them into the story. Please do, it'll help me a lot.
Anyway, after that, there will be another chapter from another's POV, a new minor plot, and then the action will start.
I hate rain. It rains a lot in Seattle. I don't get why they all go on about Forks, when it must rain just as much here in Seattle. Honestly, it must be more. A hell of a lot fuckin' more.
As much as I hate rain, I still walk to school at Cole's insistence.
Finally, I enter the school, and pull the hood of my head, and drag my hand through my hair. I like having black hair. Mikhail says that it makes me look handsome. He's gay, I'm sure. Just like John is gay. And Gina anorexic. And Simon a to-be alcoholic. And I'm a to-be successful.
I really don't like school. It's even worse when you get in a fight, which in itself isn't that bad, except when you get detention... then it's all very good when you have magic powers.
I put the locker that belonged to Dave on fire, then I shimmered to the office, and put the computers on fire too. Evidence destroyed. Mission complete.
And there Aaron was, I could see him trying to be inconspicuous, looking around to see if he could see anyone, then his tongue shot out of his mouth (he'll never get a girlfriend, not with that tongue) and catch a leaf, which he promptly spat out.
"Don't like leaves then?" I asked, stepping out of my hiding place.
"No, I-"
"Just wanted to see if you could catch it, I see."
Like a human toddler sticking peas up his nose...
A bit like that, yeah.
"Is it fun having a tongue that long?" I asked, and sat down next to him.
"Well, sorta, I thought that it was a lot of fun as a kid, but it do get a bit weird sometimes."
"Okay. I catapulted a fire that my sister started into the air once, then there was the time when fire came through my eyes, that was a bit surreal, to be honest," I said with a smile.
"My friend, Wyatt, once fell down a cliff, and he's got this blue, water-ish shield, so he bounced around for hours, until he got the bright idea to orb off," Aaron said, with a laugh.
Hahahhaah...
"Orb?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's like shimmering but only whitelighters, and darklighters, can do it," Aaron explained.
"It's limited?"
"Well, of course, all forms of transportation are. Only demons, or, half-demons, or the phoenix witches can shimmer."
"But doesn't that mean that there's at the least a million of exceptions to it?"
"The exception that confirms the rule," Aaron said softly.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Do..." I trailed off.
What the hell did you do that for?
Have you been listening to me all the time, or what the hell?
"Fine. Do you know if something's going on?" I asked.
"I think that something's going on, yeah. It's like a... gut feeling, instinct, that something's not good. I get that feeling about you as well," he told me.
"What?"
"Yeah, you feel dangerous, but I don't think that you are. It might be the jacket," I looked down at my jacket, and couldn't find something wrong with it," or it could be that hair that's sorta freaky, and reminds me of someone."
"Like who?" I snapped. My hair looked great.
"I don't know, I haven't got eidetom-"
"Eidetic."
"Eidetic memory. I could send a picture of you to Wyatt and see if he could ask either his mom or his aunts or someone else."
NO!
Fuck... Stop yelling, for god's sake!
"You okay?" Aaron asked, pulling out his cell from his pocket.
"Yeah, I'm great, really, I am. And no, you don't have to do that," I said, nodding at his phone.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because!" I exploded, not literally, not me, I just blew up a tree and put it on fire.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed and the fire catapulted, just like it had done with the fire-truck.
Aaron grabbed my wrists and we shimmered out of there, to Aaron place.
"Aaron, what did I tell you about shimmering in?" a man called.
"Sorry, he just got mad and then a tree blew up, and then he got even more pissed and it was put on fire."
"Yeah, sorry," I mumbled. "I'll be leaving, got to meat a friend."
Who?
Cole.
"What? Since when?" Aaron asked.
"Since I destroyed a perfectly innocent tree."
Aaron dad looked confused.
"He's a witch," Aaron explained. If you judged from Aaron dad expression, that was a very good explanation, and all in three words. Amazing.
Watch it...
I shook my head, and then tried to calm myself down.
"I'll be going now," I told them.
"Right, I'll show you the door," Aaron said and led me out of the house, babbling on and on about how I had to keep calm. I though that he should be glad I had enough control over myself not to strangle him.
Finally outside, and away from Aaron's fuckin' annoying babbling, I shimmered to Cole's office, and ranted.
"Look at the bright side," Cole muttered, after I had finished.
"What bright side? I blew up a tree. And what was left of it I put on fuckin' fire. Yes, I can see the damned bright side!" I yelled, waving my arms in the air and fire shot from my hands.
You should stop doing that...
Cole froze the fire before it did any damage, and then it went poof.
"Why can't I do that?" I complained.
"There's an easy answer to that," Cole said absentmindedly.
I flipped the bird.
"Very civilized, Ben. 'Every cloud has a silver lining', think about that."
I itched to blow him up, but I knew from experience that it wouldn't work.
I though about what he said, and came to the conclusion that a cloud couldn't have a silver lining, whereas a shirt can.
That's not what you were supposed to think... The Source growled.
So what?
"Ben," Cole said softly. "The bright side is that if you get attacked, all you have to do is blow up the attacker. You have lots of powers and that means that you can do pretty much whatever you want."
"Well, that's great and all, but what if that doesn't happen? Then I'll just continue blowing up trees for no apparent reason, except getting angry, and then normal people don't blow up trees!" Then, of course, the room started shaking.
"I'd advise you to calm down, but on the bright side it seems as if you're developing telekinesis," Cole said with a shit-eating grin.
I growled at him, to my surprise, then flamed out.
As soon as I hit the bed (I had developed the technique of throwing myself at it over the years), I had a vision.
Dave.
Dave walking across the street, deep in his phone, getting run over by a car.
I had a big smile on my face, when the vision ended.
Getting vicious are we?
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