I jogged back to the small camp, and found Masadona staring into the
dying embers of her private fire. I kicked some brush into the small flame,
and with some work, brought the light back into burning. I sat next to her,
and saw on her face that something had happened whilst I'd been out for my
jog. In her eyes, I saw fear and confusion.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Masadona looked up at me, and pressed herself to my side. I shuddered with pleasure. "I felt him again . . . the one who's been following me. He was running his fingers through my hair, and-" I stopped her.
"Wait, what?" She repeated herself, and I told her with some apprehension about my daydream. Masadona, now without fear, was just plain confused. I told her (some what embarrassed) about my other daydreams, and about how I thought about her so often. I wondered aloud if perhaps we should consult Meta Knight on the problem. Masadona agreed whole-heartedly that I should talk to him. And so I did.
"Sir Meta Knight?" I called loudly. My voice was questioning. Meta Knight appeared out of some nearby tree shadows, and confronted me. "Yes, Magnum?" He replied.
I really wasn't sure at first how to word my question, so I simply told him of what had been going on. Meta Knight poorly disguised his laughter with a fit of fake coughs.
When he was done, he spoke. "Ah, Magnum. It seems we have much more in common than I thought at first. You, my dear student, have an open broadcasting mind!" I stared confusedly at him. Meta Knight chuckled. "You see, you have a very strong telepathic ability. As a young boy, I had a similar problem: and a problem it was until I learned how to control it."
"I still don't understand," I told him. "What does that have to do with me scaring Masadona?" Meta Knight closed his eyes, and I suddenly heard his voice within my head. ("You care strongly for Masadona, and so she is constantly on your thoughts. You think of her so much, and with such love-" (That made me blush) ("-that you broadcast your thoughts and daydreams about her, to her. I shall teach you to control this ability, and even how to use it to communicate with other Telepaths.")
I was slightly amazed. Meta Knight was a Telepath! But then again, so was I. I concentrated as hard as I could, and tried to reach back to him. I was doing my best, but my message was still choppy.
("You-. sai-.. Other Telepaths- . . . doe- . . That mean- . . I can't do- . . . thi- . . . with non-Telepaths?") Meta Knight opened his eyes, and stared with awe at me.
"Magnum, one day you'll either be a hero or a menace with those powers of yours. Some of the strongest Telepaths in the world need at least a year of training to accomplish the even to broadcast a few words conciously, as you just did. I'm going to have to start working with you right away so that you don't hurt anyone with your MIND now! But to answer your question, (yes, you can't link with non-Telepaths: usually.")
I almost didn't catch the transition between verbal and mental communication, but still I was able to spot it. I continued the conversation aloud. " I don't think that Masadona is a Telepath though. So why can she still hear me?" Meta Knight smiled. "I said 'usually' didn't I? Besides, I think that that is something you should ask HER yourself."
I walked back through the trees, and happened upon Masadona again. She looked up hopefully at me from her perch on a big rock. "Well, what did he say?" She asked. I relayed to her most of the conversation.
"-But when I asked him why you could feel me, he said I should ask you." Masadona smiled sheepishly. "Well, I think I may know why, now." I waited for her to tell me.
"Do you remember, when you first met me, that I said I once rebuilt half of a living head?" I nodded, starting to figure out where this was going. "Well, the head I rebuilt was my own."
I stared unbelievingly at her. "How in the world did you do that?" She smiled. "Long story made short, with A LOT of help. But part of the mechanical part of my brain acts as a sort of radio so I can pick up certain filtered broad casts. I think that may be why I can 'hear' you."
I laughed. "So you can hear open radio waves? Can you show me?" She smiled, and opened her mouth slightly. Her left eye suddenly glowed brighter, and I heard pop music issue from her mouth. The music stopped, and a voice (not Masadona's) came forth from between her lips. "That was 'Cappy rock, by pearl and the boys! You're listening to C-A-P-P-Y radio! Tune-in in half an hour to hear more on the shadows spotted over the old town ruins!"
Masadona shut her mouth, and her eye stopped glowing. The noise stopped. "That was so strange, and yet SO COOL!" I cried. Masadona threw her head back and laughed. I don't know why, but I joined her in her laughter. We laughed, and fell to the ground, rolling about like little children. Both of us came to an abrupt stop. Masadona turned to look at me. We were so close together, that my shoulder touched hers.
I stared into her eyes, and couldn't believe that half of her beautiful face wasn't really hers. Her eyes half closed, and she leaned closer. I leaned in also, and my lips met hers. She felt real enough for me.
(End chapter! I am so horrible. I'm trying to update as often as possible now, so expect lots of short chapters in the future. Sorry! But thanks for reading! Review soon!)
"What's wrong?" I asked. Masadona looked up at me, and pressed herself to my side. I shuddered with pleasure. "I felt him again . . . the one who's been following me. He was running his fingers through my hair, and-" I stopped her.
"Wait, what?" She repeated herself, and I told her with some apprehension about my daydream. Masadona, now without fear, was just plain confused. I told her (some what embarrassed) about my other daydreams, and about how I thought about her so often. I wondered aloud if perhaps we should consult Meta Knight on the problem. Masadona agreed whole-heartedly that I should talk to him. And so I did.
"Sir Meta Knight?" I called loudly. My voice was questioning. Meta Knight appeared out of some nearby tree shadows, and confronted me. "Yes, Magnum?" He replied.
I really wasn't sure at first how to word my question, so I simply told him of what had been going on. Meta Knight poorly disguised his laughter with a fit of fake coughs.
When he was done, he spoke. "Ah, Magnum. It seems we have much more in common than I thought at first. You, my dear student, have an open broadcasting mind!" I stared confusedly at him. Meta Knight chuckled. "You see, you have a very strong telepathic ability. As a young boy, I had a similar problem: and a problem it was until I learned how to control it."
"I still don't understand," I told him. "What does that have to do with me scaring Masadona?" Meta Knight closed his eyes, and I suddenly heard his voice within my head. ("You care strongly for Masadona, and so she is constantly on your thoughts. You think of her so much, and with such love-" (That made me blush) ("-that you broadcast your thoughts and daydreams about her, to her. I shall teach you to control this ability, and even how to use it to communicate with other Telepaths.")
I was slightly amazed. Meta Knight was a Telepath! But then again, so was I. I concentrated as hard as I could, and tried to reach back to him. I was doing my best, but my message was still choppy.
("You-. sai-.. Other Telepaths- . . . doe- . . That mean- . . I can't do- . . . thi- . . . with non-Telepaths?") Meta Knight opened his eyes, and stared with awe at me.
"Magnum, one day you'll either be a hero or a menace with those powers of yours. Some of the strongest Telepaths in the world need at least a year of training to accomplish the even to broadcast a few words conciously, as you just did. I'm going to have to start working with you right away so that you don't hurt anyone with your MIND now! But to answer your question, (yes, you can't link with non-Telepaths: usually.")
I almost didn't catch the transition between verbal and mental communication, but still I was able to spot it. I continued the conversation aloud. " I don't think that Masadona is a Telepath though. So why can she still hear me?" Meta Knight smiled. "I said 'usually' didn't I? Besides, I think that that is something you should ask HER yourself."
I walked back through the trees, and happened upon Masadona again. She looked up hopefully at me from her perch on a big rock. "Well, what did he say?" She asked. I relayed to her most of the conversation.
"-But when I asked him why you could feel me, he said I should ask you." Masadona smiled sheepishly. "Well, I think I may know why, now." I waited for her to tell me.
"Do you remember, when you first met me, that I said I once rebuilt half of a living head?" I nodded, starting to figure out where this was going. "Well, the head I rebuilt was my own."
I stared unbelievingly at her. "How in the world did you do that?" She smiled. "Long story made short, with A LOT of help. But part of the mechanical part of my brain acts as a sort of radio so I can pick up certain filtered broad casts. I think that may be why I can 'hear' you."
I laughed. "So you can hear open radio waves? Can you show me?" She smiled, and opened her mouth slightly. Her left eye suddenly glowed brighter, and I heard pop music issue from her mouth. The music stopped, and a voice (not Masadona's) came forth from between her lips. "That was 'Cappy rock, by pearl and the boys! You're listening to C-A-P-P-Y radio! Tune-in in half an hour to hear more on the shadows spotted over the old town ruins!"
Masadona shut her mouth, and her eye stopped glowing. The noise stopped. "That was so strange, and yet SO COOL!" I cried. Masadona threw her head back and laughed. I don't know why, but I joined her in her laughter. We laughed, and fell to the ground, rolling about like little children. Both of us came to an abrupt stop. Masadona turned to look at me. We were so close together, that my shoulder touched hers.
I stared into her eyes, and couldn't believe that half of her beautiful face wasn't really hers. Her eyes half closed, and she leaned closer. I leaned in also, and my lips met hers. She felt real enough for me.
(End chapter! I am so horrible. I'm trying to update as often as possible now, so expect lots of short chapters in the future. Sorry! But thanks for reading! Review soon!)