Thanks for the great reviews everyone. I'm sorry I'm taking so long with my updates. But I've been really busy. This chapter is a super long chapter full of action and stuff, Legato finally gets a taste of what he can do. I hope you all enjoy it.
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Several days had gone by and he had not seen or heard from Lydia. At first he thought that she had just wanted some time to think about it, but a week had come and gone, and there was still no sign of her.
"Legato?" he heard his mother call him from the kitchen.
"Yeah mom?"
"I need you to go into to town to pick up some things." she replied.
He jumped at the chance to get out of the house, he needed a break from worrying.
His mother handed him a list of supplies and told him to take his time.
He stepped off the porch and started his trek into town hoping that maybe, just maybe he might see a glimpse of her on his way. But much to his dismay all he saw were rocks and dust.
It was too quiet, he was only a few minutes from town as his brain began to flutter with thoughts.
Maybe she was grounded.
Maybe she was just busy.
He reached his first destination and picked up a eggs, butter and few other food items his mother was running low on. Legato barely acknowledged the shop keeper; too occupied with his thoughts. He murmured a quick 'thank you' and walked to the next shop.
There had to be a better reason, he wasn't satisfied with the ones he was creating in his head.
Maybe she was sick.
Maybe she had moved.
He entered another store and got a few more items on his list, this time he didn't even acknowledge the clerk. He left the store arms full of more supplies.
His mind was beginning to create darker reasons for Lydia's absence.
Maybe she had found someone else.
Maybe she hated him.
The last thought was stuck on repeat in his head, he was just about to enter the last shop he need to visit when he heard a familiar giggle.
He turned his head and saw her.
She was with a few other girls and boys that she went to school with. They were all laughing and talking. One of them all to familiar to Legato.
Aidan. The boy who wanted nothing more out of life than to torture those different from himself was standing next to Lydia and smiling. The worst part was that she was smiling back at him.
He stood there staring across the dirt street at them. She seemed so happy, she was talking and laughing with Aidan and the rest of the group.
Just as Legato had, had enough he watched as Lydia touched Aidan's arm.
A flood of heat surged through Legato, his eyes lowered as felt a rush of energy go through him.
Energy he had never felt before.
It grew until his sight went hazy, he gripped the bags he was holding tighter as the hot energy stretched inside him.
He gripped the bags, and waited for it to pass, but it did not.
Heat morphed quickly into pain
It felt like he was being electrocuted. His teeth began to rattle in his head, he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut.
This had to stop, there had to be and end to this soon!
He tried to open his eyes, but his body refused to listen. He was losing control of himself fast.
His mind sputtered out thoughts he knew couldn't be possibly be his own.
He saw Aidan sprawled out on the sidewalk, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, it was dripping down the curb and pooling in the dirt.
His jaw locked as the pain in his head surged, he was certain his skull was going to split.
What was happening to him?
He watched as the other kids began screaming and tearing at one another like animals. Blood and dirt was being thrown into the air as the group continued to rip themselves to bits.
In the middle of his nightmare he saw Lydia; standing in the middle of the carnage.
Not a drop of blood or speck of dust had landed upon her. She stood silently, the bloody screams of her friends going unnoticed, she was looking across the street at something..someone.
Him....she was looking at him.
He began to scream as the thoughts being played out in his head came to a ferocious and gory finale.
stop...stop...STOP!! He screamed.
Then it was if a plug had been pulled. The torment had been sucked out of his head just as quickly as it had appeared.
In a matter of seconds everything was back to normal.
Legato opened his eyes, expecting to see a bloody mess across the street, but instead it was as if nothing had happened.
The group of kids were still talking, and laughing. In fact none of them had even noticed he was there.
What the hell was going on?
He looked around at the people walking around. No one was staring at him, no one was asking him if he was alright. Didn't anyone see him shaking or hear him screaming?
Maybe nothing had happened.
But the faint coppery taste of blood was in his mouth, something must have happened. It couldn't have been a dream.
He looked over at the group of kids, they were waving goodbye to one another and going off in different directions.. He didn't want to be there any longer, if Aidan noticed him he'd have yet another problem on his hands.
He ignored the last few items on his list and ran out of town.
He didn't notice that Lydia had noticed him leave.
He had to get home, he just had to make it home. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew he wanted to be home if it happened again. He didn't stop until he reached the front door.
His mother jumped as she watched her son tumble into the kitchen.
"Legato what's wrong." she cried.
He stood there for a moment, he wanted to tell her everything, but didn't exactly know where to start. He took a breath to buy some time.
"Nothing, I was just in hurry." he said between breaths.
He carried the bags to the table and sat down. His mother began unpacking the supplies.
Legato sat silently.
What was going on inside him? Those thoughts he had, those weren't his. Sure he hated Aidan and his friends, but to imagine them killing each other wasn't exactly something he fantasied about.
"Legato?" his mother said.
He did'nt answer.
Why had Lydia been so friendly to Aidan? Didn't she know that he hated him? It was as if she had been...
Flirting with him.
He felt his fists clench, that couldn't be true.
"Legato." his mother called him, but he was lost in thought.
Maybe deep down inside I do want them to suffer. Maybe I do want them to pay for all the pain they've given me. Maybe..
"Legato Bluesummers I'm speaking to you!" his mother yelled.
He jumped at the sound of his name, "yeah?"
"What happened to the supplies?"
She held up some of the packages of food he had bought, the edges looked as if they had been burned.
"And this?" she held up the canister of butter, "you know better than to buy food like this."
Legato looked inside the canister, the butter had melted completely.
"Mom I can explain, the butter and food were fine when I bought them I swear!" he stammered.
"Then I'd like to know how all this food was ruined."
She waited for an answer.
"I don't know." was all he could come up with.
His mother who was usually a very patient woman shook her head, "Now I have to go back into town and try to get new supplies. Stay here Legato, and please try not to get into trouble. Honestly I don't know what's gotten into you lately."
She slammed the door shut and trudged off to town.
Legato stared at the charred remains of the supplies he had bought.
Something had happened, he was sure of it now.
He heard a knock at the door, he opened it expecting it to be his mother.
Lydia stood in the doorway.
"Oh it's you." he murmured.
He stepped aside and let her enter the kitchen.
"I saw you in town." she said.
Legato began clearing off the table, "yeah I saw you too."
"I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to see each other, but-"
"Oh you looked like you were having a good enough time without me." he said cooly.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I saw you with him."
"Who."
"Aidan, that's who" the heat inside him sparked, "I saw you too talking and laughing."
"So what, it was just a group of us talking, he had said something funny. Is it a crime that I talked to him? Besides you were the one that said we needed to keep our relationship a secret, what was I supposed to do run up to you and kiss you?" she snapped.
Legato slammed a fist on the table, "I don't know Lydia! I just know that after all he's done to me, the least you could do was not be so nice to him."
Lydia let out a disbelieving laugh, "Legato sometimes I just don't get you. One minute you're telling me to stay away from you and pretend that I don't care about you. And the next minute you want me to ignore everyone that's ever hurt you. Which is Legato do I ignore you or do I stand by your side?"
The spark of heat inside him was smoldering and growing.
He wasn't in the mood to argue,"you've made your point, now could you go now?"
Lydia's jaw dropped, "now you want me to leave? Too bad I'm not going until we talk this out and I know where I stand with you."
The heat inside him crackled and burst, he felt his jaw beginning to clench up.
It was happening again.
"Lydia please just go, we'll talk about it tomorrow." he said quietly.
"No, I'm not leaving."
It was beginning to overwhelm him again, he tried to contain it, he stood for a few tortured moments, trying to block out Lydia's yelling.
She kept calling his name over and over, while the pressure in his skull grew.
"Legato what's the matter with you!"
POP
Once more the energy released itself and drained away.
He opened his eyes, Lydia and himself were covered in melted butter. The can laid on the table in a contorted heap.
Lydia stood there a shocked expression on her face, "what just happened?"
"I don't know," he said quietly, "but I need to get it cleaned up before my mother gets home, she's mad at me as it is. You should go now."
"But-" she stammered.
"We'll talk tomorrow I swear."
Strange, this episode had left him so calm. Calmer than he had ever been. He took Lydia by the hand and led her out the door.
"I'll meet you by our rocks tomorrow evening and we'll straighten this whole mess out." he kissed her butter laden cheek and sent her on her way.
"Umm okay, goodbye Legato." she said numbly.
He shut the door and looked at the room, eyes finally resting on the twisted metal canister.
He had done it, he had made it explode.
He picked up the twisted metal and set it on the counter, he then proceeded to clean up the buttery mess.
By the time his mother had gotten home Legato was already in bed. He heard her walking toward his room, he shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.
"Legato, don't worry about the supplied I was able to replace most of it." she whispered as she peeked into his room.
He laid still until he heard his door shut, then he pulled something out from under his pillow.
It was the twisted canister. He looked it over in the moonlight.
He must have done it, it wouldn't have contorted that way on it's own. It was as if someone had crumpled it up like a sheet of paper.
But that was impossible, people just didn't go moving things with their minds. It just didn't happen.
He laid the metal on his bedside table and stared at it.
But what other explanation did he have for what had happened to him? Other than he was going crazy.
He sat there and tried to think of some reasoning behind it and came up with nothing.
He either had a strange gift inside him, or he had lost his mind.
I hope you all enjoyed it. I'd like to say that I'm going to update quickly, but after this chapter I'm kinda stuck on where to take this. So it may be a awhile til I get another chapter up.
Again thank you all for the reviews.