Estle's Point of View: Force Protection

What Ren said had me thinking. Was I such a sissy that I couldn't even face the demon inside me? My parents are cops! I had been taught at a young age the difference between right and wrong. I also knew when to run and when to fight. Maybe this was an instance in where I should fight.

I waited, Ren kept looking at me every ten seconds to see if I was doing it, but to tell you the truth. I was bracing myself for the inevitable. This was going to be clumsy, I could tell. He had been doing this in the privacy of his own house, I was going to do this in the classroom full of unsuspecting students.

"Well, if you're going to do it, now would be the time." Ren whispered, while still looking at the front, as if he just asked if he could borrow my pen or something.

I sighed, and began the journey I knew I couldn't fight.

I was scared at first, which is kind of weird because you wouldn't think you would be scared of yourself, unless you were some kind of crazy person. But, I persisted anyway. This wasn't going to get easier, especially with the new girl around.

When I approached it for the first time. I had to look at it a moment. It didn't look harmless, in fact, it looked quite beautiful, just a small piece of myself that I had locked away for years and years. It was whispering to me, it told me to not be afraid, that it had waited for this moment.

I didn't know if I should touch it, lick it, embrace it or what. I did the first thing that came to mind, and I felt it flood out of my mind and seep down my body.

I was practically hyperventilating at this point, Ren was the only one that seemed to notice. I told myself if anything went wrong, Ren would know what to do, so I went on. Hoping that more answers to come.

My body was flooded with a new warmth, it made my skin crawl in a good away, my body felt flushed and used. Exhausted, even. I wondered what it was doing to me. Once my body filled with this warmth, I felt it crawl. I literally saw it, a small white glow rush along the skin of my body. I didn't even know if I was breathing by this point.

But soon enough, it was begging for more, my body couldn't stand it, and I just let it go.

All of a sudden there was burst of light, and when I finally saw what happened. I was pushed into the corner of the room. Everyone was looking at me, Ren was seriously flipping out. His face was looking around the room to see if anyone caught on, but nobody thought it was anything supernatural. Nobody knew why I just exploded.

I let the rest of the warmth crawl back up my body and go back to the nether regions in which it came from. I sighed when it finally all gone, but it was weird. I kind of had this feeling that I was missing something, a piece of me maybe.

"Are you alright, Estle?" Ren asked first.

I realized that my desk had been pushed to the back of the room and all other objects around me had been scattered and pushed away.

"What the hell happened?" I gasped.

The teacher was even awe struck, he didn't have any clue what happened too.

"It was hard to see, since it was so bright, but you just pushed everything away from you. Almost like a force field." Ren explained, too low for anyone else but me to hear.

"Oh." Great. Just great, I could create force fields? Yeah, what sixteen year old girl doesn't wish she could do that! What else can I do? Move things with my mind? Read people's thoughts? Stop time?

"Calm down." Ren told me instantly. Great, can he read minds too?

"Are you alright, Estle?" The teacher finally asked, which was pretty much just repeat of Ren's first question.

"Yes, I'm fine, I don't know what that was though." I lied. I began to move my desk back into the place, along with books and stuff.

The rest of the class, including the teacher came over and helped.

"You don't have any explosive devices on you, do you Estle?"

"No." I said. "Not that I know of."

The teacher seemed a bit worried, so she called the janitor and asked him to do a locker and backpack check to make sure. Of course, they didn't find anything, not that you could find anything that could be created on a second thought.

I wish I knew what was happening to me.