A/N: I actually really like this story...so why I didn't post this chapter earlier is kinda a mystery to me...
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"Thanks for the ride miss" I said closing the door, the window rolled down, she had a worried expression on her face as she examined her surroundings.
"You sure this is it?" she asked forcing out a smile.
"Yeah..." I trailed off my eyes skimming over the rundown neighborhood "You should leave...thanks again" she simply nodded rolling the window up and driving away.
I watched her go for a few seconds before turning and starting to walk down the cracked sidewalk. She'd been worried about me...that was a change.
No one worried about me. Everybody basically breathed a sigh of relief when ever I leave the mansion. Halve the kids there wondered why Storm kept me around. My grades where steady B's but no one could help me control my curse.
With a sigh I shook my head kicking a rock across the cement. With the approaching storm clouds the whole neighborhood seemed to be holding its breath.
Halve a block latter I was standing in front of St. John's house. It wasn't that it didn't look like it could be condemned because it did...it just seemed more alive then the other houses.
My jaw tightened as I walked up the steps to the front door. I turned the handle and slipped into the inky blackness that instantly swallowed me. The house was deathly silent as I slipped past dropped boards and the tattered remains of the furniture.
I made my way slowly to the basement door. My foot caught on an upturned floorboard and I fell to the ground with a very loud thud.
My teeth gritted as the pain slid threw my body. I pushed myself up and walked to the basement door flinging the door open and shielding my eyes from the sudden, extremely bright, light that greeted my eyes.
Someone jerked my arm behind my back and more pain screamed up my arm.
"Let me go" I growled trying to keep myself from getting ticked.
There was a long silence before he asked: "Tamara?"
"In the flesh" I mummbled, he let go of my arm and took a step back. It wasn't exactly how I had pictured the beginning of are conversation.
"Get out" he hissed, I turned and looked at him shaking my head. I wanted to leave but I wasn't going to until I got him to listen to me for a few minutes.
"I need your help-" I started but he pushed me aside and went down the steps into his basement glaring up at me with his brown eyes.
"Why? Your normal now!" he spat the words at me and it was all I could do to keep myself from throttling him.
"Actually for your information I'm not!" I hissed at him, rage seeping into my senses. Something by my feet exploded but I barely noticed. John didn't look scared as the light above his head shattered.
"Get out" he repeated turning on his heels and walking down the stairs. Slowly I calmed down. He doesn't care...I thought slowly stepping backward. I turned sending one last sad look at the stairs that John had gone down.
He's still bitter about what I did...tears welled up in my eyes I hadn't meant to do it but that didn't excuse me. I'd tried to kill him. My other almost useful ability that I had semi control had been used to nearly kill him. I can control peoples dreams, it doesn't sound so bad to have nightmares out of no were but it gets worse...if I manipulate your dream correctly I can actually make you brain dead.
Even then I didn't know why I was trying to kill him. It made no senses. The only time I lost control of that stupid ability is when I fell asleep. But I'd lost control once and given the entire mansion a nightmare that nearly killed several students including Kitty. I'd been an accident but it added a lot to why people avoided me.
I walked down the steps of his house right out into the street. I glanced down at my watch then groaned it was five O'clock, that didn't matter much but Bobby was most likely back...and he would have probably looked for me.
He's not going to be happy...I thought grimacing.
I turned and started walking back towards the mansion. I'd walked this street hundreds of times, I could careless who saw me.
"Hey sweetie you lost" the voice was syrupy almost to slurred. He was obviously drunk. I glanced over at him, he had a white stained wife-beater on light blue jeans and hiking boots. He grinned at me "I have a car"
"No thanks I'm fine" I answered automatically, but the guy was persistent.
"You sure?" he asked following me, the next thing I new another guy had joined him except this guy wasn't drunk. I wanted them both to leave me alone, I was in a bad mood as it was.
"Are car is just right around the corner" the sober guy said nudging me slightly with his elbow.
I glanced at my watch then shrugged, what's the worst that could happen? I asked myself and turned towards the sober guy "where's your car?" I asked him with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Common its really close" the two led me to a rather dark alley, I froze looking down the alley, there was a foreboding feeling about tat exact alley.
I took one step into the darkness then instantly regretted it. The sober man suddenly grabbed my arm and bashed me up against the wall, I was about to scream when his hand covered my mouth. He pressed me against the wall so hard I could barely move.
"Stop" I tried to say before being taken by complete rage, the ground around him suddenly started exploding. I wanted to stop it but couldn't. My vision blurred I could feel my body prickling with apprehension.
The sober mans eyes suddenly widened, "oh shit" he exclaimed stumbling backward for a sickening second I new exactly what I was going to do, I wanted to stop myself so bad but it was to late. The mans hand suddenly exploded shower blood all over me, next his leg blew up then he simply disintegrated.
I'd never had my power take me this much. I couldn't even control myself anymore. The next to go was his buddy, but he didn't feel anything he simply exploded. The air around me even seemed to start popping.
"Tamara!" his voice sounded so familiar but it was like a distant dream I couldn't grasp. I flipped around and stared at John for a few seconds, slowly my rage slid away and my power stopped. I fell to my knees gasping for air. Tears came to my eyes then streaked my cheek. I really am a monster I thought before falling forward into blackness.
Hey! I hope this chapter is pretty good. I'm working on a longer one, but it probably wont get done for a little while. Anyways how are you liking Tamara so fare?
R&R please!