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The place was full of kids like us, all hiding from the cruel outside world. A girl named Kimberly arrived and helped Ronnie out.
"Ronnie! And Elliot!? What happened!?" cried Kimberly.
"He lost control of his powers. There was a gun fight outside." said Ronnie.
"Gun fight?!" cried Jason, Kimberly's little brother.
"Quick, let's take him to Nicholas." said Kimberly.
We went over to Nichola's workshop where he had other kids with injuries. He was putting band aids and some rubbing alcohol on their arms. He didn't look happy either. He looked as if he just got out of some drug like state. At least, that's what I thought. But I did reconize him. He was the boy who attacked us that day with the evil ghost lady in the book.
"You!" I cried.
We all stood our ground, except for poor Elliot of course. He looked as if he was still out of it.
"Please, I'm not under a spell right now." said Nicholas.
"Spira is gone. No Heart smashed her book." said Kimberly.
"Well... can you help our friend? He's fallen." I said. Elliot was then placed on a chair, and Nicholas used a small light and heard his heartbeat.
"Everything is normal now, but it looks like your friend went through some trauma." said Nicholas.
"What can he do to recover?" asked Abraham.
"He'll have to have therapy like me. But... I'm afraid we have to do this on our own. No adult outside would help us." said Nicholas.
"Your evil book sure had answers." said Ronnie. She didn't like Nicholas one bit, and neither did I honestly. Nicholas ignored Ronnie's accusation and went to work on some herbal tea.
"Drink this. It might relax you." said Nicholas. Elliot sipped the tea, but he looked really troubled and very traumatized.
"Let's give him space everyone. He'll be better in the morning." said Kimberly.
"Can I stay with him?" I asked.
"I don't see why not." replied Nicholas. Ronnie and Abraham glanced at eachother and nodded. "We'll stay too. He's our friend." said Ronnie.
Inside the tent, Elliot didn't say a word. He looked like a doll made of glass just sitting there. His face was pale, almost like he was a zombie, and his hair was messy. Ronnie was rubbing his arms and hoping to get an answer from him.
"Please say something." she pleaded.
"Ronnie, stay away. I can hurt you and everyone else here." said Elliot in a raspy voice.
"You saved us and defended us back there in some way." said Abraham.
"I was a monster back there." said Elliot darkly.
I patted his back, feeling sad for him and seeing him reminded me of Eddie when he was down on the dumps.
"Well... you didn't mean to become a monster. That was self defense and your powers are beyond your control." I said.
"How can I be a hero if I lose control like that?" said Elliot.
"You have no control of your power. This was an accident! Not your fault. You had no intention of almost killing these people." said Ronnie.
"Tender Heart thought he killed Ronnie, but look! Ronnie is alive! And well!" cried Abraham.
"How is that relevant?" said Ronnie.
"Oh. Good point." replied Abraham.
Elliot chuckled. "You guys... really?" he said.
"Elliot, can I tell you a story?" I asked him.
Elliot nodded and I told him a story. A happy one about talking animals and farm lands.
After my story was done, Elliot began to sob. "I love you guys." he said. We all hugged him tightly. Although we went up against bad things, we formed into a very little family. A safe family. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.