Part 2
Fires and shattering glass. The images that she had
been drawing made no sense at all to Kaitlyn
Fairchild. She tried to pay attention to the lecture
she was supposed to be listening to on Renaissance art
in Greece.
She had one year of college to get her Fine Arts
degree. She hadn't had the urge for one of *those*
drawings since she'd left the Fellowship.
Her gift had been strangely absent during the last few
years which made the sudden show if these new ones
cropping up somewhat scary. They just came up just out
of the blue. She'd either been studying in the library
of stuck in a lecture when she'd felt a familiar
*need* in her hand. The next thing she new she had
been in her room surrounded by sheets of paper filled
with strange images, mainly of fire and shards of
glass. Two things that made no sense.
Her concentration on the lecture was faltering. When
the professor took a quick break to sort out his
notes, she slipped out.
"So what'd you think they mean?" she asked later that
night, drumming her fingers endlessly on the table in
the all night diner she had met Gabriel in. He had
been examining the drawings, but just shrugged,
yawning and stretching in his cat-like manor.
"Got me. No idea. You've got a pyromaniac and Carrie's
come back from the grave to get you?" He smirked.
Kaitlyn's eyes rolled. "Not funny." She hadn't heard
of any unexplained fires in the area, nor did she
think that ghosts from an ancient horror film were
going to come and get her. "If I've been drawing them
they've got to mean *something*," she insisted.
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, pushing the pictures
back to her. The diner was practically empty apart
from them, an old lady at the back and two waitresses
behind the counter, both of whom were constantly
trying to catch Gabriel's eyes. It was only 10:30, so
it wasn't exactly late. "You know you could have
picked a place to meet that had more action than a
fucking cemetery," he snorted.
"It's quiet and private and that's what I need," she
snapped, taking the drawings back and putting them
back in a folder she had brought. "What'd you think
they *mean*?" she repeated.
Gabriel sighed and shrugged. "I told you I don't have
a clue. Have you shown them to anyone else?"
Kait shook her head. She'd been trying to figure out
what they meant before she bothered the rest of the
group. Maybe it wasn't even important enough for her
to interrupt their lives for.
Though she seriously doubted that. Drawing unexplained
fires she was *sure* wasn't a good thing.
"I didn't know you came here."
Kait's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of her
friend Maria, from one of her classes. Maria was
eyeing Gabriel with something like - distaste? It
wasn't the normal reaction he got from girls with his
dark good looks. Gabriel's eyebrow rose at her, Kait
shrugged and smiled at her friend. "We wanted
somewhere quiet."
"Uh-huh." Maria pulled up a chair. As she sat down
Kait noticed several nasty cuts on her upper arm,
barely covered by the short sleeves of her pink top.
"What happened to you?"
Maria glanced at her arm. "Oh, nothing. I went home at
the weekend and my pain in the ass sister was there
with her I'm-a-teenager-and-I-hate-the-world attitude.
I commented on her top, the next thing I know she's
slamming doors and there's a vase flying across the
room and hitting me." Maria sighed pitifully.
Kait listened with mild interesting, the broken glass
images running through her mind.
"Looks like you've got Carrie to deal with after all,"
Gabriel muttered, standing up and kissing her cheek
briefly. "Call me." And he left.
Maria watched him go. "What's *his* problem?"
Kaitlyn was starting to wonder what Maria's issues
with Gabriel were. She didn't need to act so cold
towards him. Unless there was something going on that
she didn't recognise. She pushed the unpleasant
thought away. "Don't ask," she said with a sigh. "Has
that ever happened before?"
"What?"
"Objects moving unexpectedly or without anyone
touching them at your house?"
Maria stared at the table top. "Once or twice. We
figured Chyna was just faking it for attention."
"You're sister's telekinetic?"
"I certainly hope she's not that powerful."
Kaitlyn picked up the drawings. Part of her was
thinking the answers she had been looking for had come
far too easily. An untrained telekinetic on the loose.
~That's going to be fun~ she thought.
"I have to make a few phone calls, I'll see you in
class." She smiled briefly and hurried back to her
dorm. Time to get the group together again.
* * *
Fires and shattering glass. The images that she had
been drawing made no sense at all to Kaitlyn
Fairchild. She tried to pay attention to the lecture
she was supposed to be listening to on Renaissance art
in Greece.
She had one year of college to get her Fine Arts
degree. She hadn't had the urge for one of *those*
drawings since she'd left the Fellowship.
Her gift had been strangely absent during the last few
years which made the sudden show if these new ones
cropping up somewhat scary. They just came up just out
of the blue. She'd either been studying in the library
of stuck in a lecture when she'd felt a familiar
*need* in her hand. The next thing she new she had
been in her room surrounded by sheets of paper filled
with strange images, mainly of fire and shards of
glass. Two things that made no sense.
Her concentration on the lecture was faltering. When
the professor took a quick break to sort out his
notes, she slipped out.
"So what'd you think they mean?" she asked later that
night, drumming her fingers endlessly on the table in
the all night diner she had met Gabriel in. He had
been examining the drawings, but just shrugged,
yawning and stretching in his cat-like manor.
"Got me. No idea. You've got a pyromaniac and Carrie's
come back from the grave to get you?" He smirked.
Kaitlyn's eyes rolled. "Not funny." She hadn't heard
of any unexplained fires in the area, nor did she
think that ghosts from an ancient horror film were
going to come and get her. "If I've been drawing them
they've got to mean *something*," she insisted.
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, pushing the pictures
back to her. The diner was practically empty apart
from them, an old lady at the back and two waitresses
behind the counter, both of whom were constantly
trying to catch Gabriel's eyes. It was only 10:30, so
it wasn't exactly late. "You know you could have
picked a place to meet that had more action than a
fucking cemetery," he snorted.
"It's quiet and private and that's what I need," she
snapped, taking the drawings back and putting them
back in a folder she had brought. "What'd you think
they *mean*?" she repeated.
Gabriel sighed and shrugged. "I told you I don't have
a clue. Have you shown them to anyone else?"
Kait shook her head. She'd been trying to figure out
what they meant before she bothered the rest of the
group. Maybe it wasn't even important enough for her
to interrupt their lives for.
Though she seriously doubted that. Drawing unexplained
fires she was *sure* wasn't a good thing.
"I didn't know you came here."
Kait's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of her
friend Maria, from one of her classes. Maria was
eyeing Gabriel with something like - distaste? It
wasn't the normal reaction he got from girls with his
dark good looks. Gabriel's eyebrow rose at her, Kait
shrugged and smiled at her friend. "We wanted
somewhere quiet."
"Uh-huh." Maria pulled up a chair. As she sat down
Kait noticed several nasty cuts on her upper arm,
barely covered by the short sleeves of her pink top.
"What happened to you?"
Maria glanced at her arm. "Oh, nothing. I went home at
the weekend and my pain in the ass sister was there
with her I'm-a-teenager-and-I-hate-the-world attitude.
I commented on her top, the next thing I know she's
slamming doors and there's a vase flying across the
room and hitting me." Maria sighed pitifully.
Kait listened with mild interesting, the broken glass
images running through her mind.
"Looks like you've got Carrie to deal with after all,"
Gabriel muttered, standing up and kissing her cheek
briefly. "Call me." And he left.
Maria watched him go. "What's *his* problem?"
Kaitlyn was starting to wonder what Maria's issues
with Gabriel were. She didn't need to act so cold
towards him. Unless there was something going on that
she didn't recognise. She pushed the unpleasant
thought away. "Don't ask," she said with a sigh. "Has
that ever happened before?"
"What?"
"Objects moving unexpectedly or without anyone
touching them at your house?"
Maria stared at the table top. "Once or twice. We
figured Chyna was just faking it for attention."
"You're sister's telekinetic?"
"I certainly hope she's not that powerful."
Kaitlyn picked up the drawings. Part of her was
thinking the answers she had been looking for had come
far too easily. An untrained telekinetic on the loose.
~That's going to be fun~ she thought.
"I have to make a few phone calls, I'll see you in
class." She smiled briefly and hurried back to her
dorm. Time to get the group together again.
* * *