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Again things have been crazy with exams but I'm aiming to carry on writing seeing as I finally have free time again :)
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The silence was all consuming, dangerously serene and yet, at the same time, abrasive. Leo looked around at the chaotic imbalance around him. He couldn't help but wonder why it was so calming.
He froze, taking in his surroundings; throughout all the years he had been a whitelighter, he had seen many things, felt many things, but this harmonic chaos stirred his stomach. It appeared the laws of gravity stood reversed as the ornaments, and their broken shards, hung aimlessly in the air. The furniture floating inches off the ground
He rubbed his eyes, trying to block out the memories being stirred of incontrollable power but he could still see her face.
Kate Otawari.
She couldn't have been more than seventeen when it happened. Kate's power was unusual, in itself, for a witch to have. She was blessed with the power of Suggestion, the ability to plant subliminal thoughts into the mind of another. If it were not for her being such a pure soul, then she would have never been even considered to be a powerful force of good.
Yet one year, en route back from holidaying in the countryside with her parents, they had stopped at roadside diner for something to eat. They'd arrived late in the evening and by the time they finished eating and paid up it was already dark outside.
On the way back to the car they were approached by a man asking for spare change. When her father refused, the man pulled out a gun. He threatened ordering they give up any valuables they had. But as soon as her mother raised her arm in order to try and telekinetically throw him, a bullet had ripped through her chest. He father hearing the gun shot launched himself at the man in order to protect Kate, but he too, got shot.
Kate couldn't begin to believe what had happened.
Rage took over.
Blood thirsty. Chaotic. And craving revenge.
Leo's breathing quickened. It was just at this point that he had just orbed in to help her, although he would never forget what happened next.
Kate stepped towards the man, he, in turn, raised his gun at her forehead.
"Point the barrel into your mouth." She ordered, watching him comply, her tears stinging her face as they slid down her cheeks.
"Kate!" Leo called out to her to try and stop her.
She looked at him. She looked back to the man, the man who had killed both of her parents without a seconds thought, and shook her head.
"Pull the trigger."
The mans finger resisting profusely.
"Pull the trigger now."
Leo dropped to his knees trying to steady his breathing.
Things only got worse from there. He had never seen such a rampant use of a power. In trying to contain and control Kate, the elders decided that with her mental health turning for a worse that her powers should be bound. However, when the treatment was admitted to her, something didn't go right.
It turned out anyone who got within ten feet of Kate became the toy of her Suggestion. She rewrote entire lives. She made even the most incredible minds succumb to her empty will.
He remembered the look on her still, empty face. It appeared as if she found complete harmony in the depths of her down spiral of chaos.
Leo shook himself free, as he got to his feet. He needed to get out of here fast.
He clambered through sitting area towards the only light source in the house, a sliver of light on the back wall of the stairs, barging past anything that got in his way.
As he got to the open bedroom door, he shielded his eyes due to the lampshade swinging about wildly. Allowing his gaze to find the girl sitting on the floor before him.
"Prue?" Leo asked softly.
The girl's stare didn't falter although her head shook to the sound of his voice.
"Prue?" Leo repeated as he crouched down next to her trying to block her stare.
Again no reply.
He reached out to touch her.
"Don't." She muttered.
"Prue, honey, it's me, Leo."
"Don't." She repeated as he furthered his open hand toward her.
As his hand touched hers, he flew back hitting the wall behind him.
"Argh. Maybe it isn't Prue then…" He said as he got to his feet. "Right."
He surveyed the room, trying to workout what to do. If words were clearly not working then he'd be better using his resources.
"I am so sorry…" He said softly as he waved his hand.
A vase was orbed from floating above the bedside table to strike the girls head knocking her unconscious.
An almighty crash reverberated throughout the house, as gravity kicked in causing Leo to stumbled to his knees. Crouching down beside her, sensing if she was still okay, he uttered another apology before orbing out and back to the manor.