Hey guys (: So this is the seventh chapter. I don't really have much else to say other than the fact that I'm really pleased with feedback (': So thanks to anyone who bothers to review, or rec me :D weeeee hahah
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Ever since Blaine realised he had inexplicable powers of some kind, he had been working profusely on trying to improve them and actually figure out what he could or couldn't do. He had been testing the limits with small things when he was enclosed in his own room, but randomly he would feel a surge run through his body and the only output for it would be the powers through his eyes.
His father and mother were arguing one day when she got back from school about the 'power boat salesmen'/ cops who had been lounging on the couch when Harry had gotten home. The anger and shouting emitting from Harry's chubby face was making Blaine's head fuzzy with power. He couldn't control the anger, yet the anger he was feeling wasn't quite enough to do anything big with.
"Dad, yell at me, okay?" Blaine shouted over his father's voice. Harry Anderson turned to his son, face red with rage.
"Shut up and leave us alone!" Harry shouted, directing his face back to his wife's shut door and shouting through it to Zinnia. Blaine felt the anger inside him rising up.
"Yell at me again." Blaine said, staring intently at the door knob to his room in front of him. Harry turned to face Blaine once again, eyes widening so that his eyes looked about ready to pop out.
"Yell at you? I'll come in there and pound your miserable hide! What do I have to do to gain respect around here?" Blaine kept staring at the door knob as Harry strode towards him. Harry continued screaming and walking, veins popping out in his forehead as he stormed up to the door. Blaine was shaking with anger, by this point, his eyes narrowed in on the door and the door shaking with the power building up inside it.
Right before Harry got to the door, Blaine gave his head a little twitch, throwing the energy from her anger out towards the door – throwing it on its hinges into the door frame and pressing the lock in with her powers. Harry stood outside the door, yelling, thudding, banging, anything and everything to try getting into the room.
A smile stretched across Blaine's face as he heard his father shaking the door, trying to get in. He did it. He had used his powers voluntarily. The only thing left to achieve was being able to muster up the energy whenever he wanted to, rather than when he was angry or upset. Harry had given Blaine the key to his powers, and to unlock them powers all he had to do was practice.
So practice he did. Whenever Harry, Zinnia and Michelle left him alone in the house, he would close the curtains and test his abilities. He would sit at the breakfast table with a box of cereal ready to eat in front of him, narrow his eyes and concentrate on the aim in hand. Whenever he couldn't quite gather up the force inside to tip it into his bowl, he'd think back to all the times his father had yelled at him, his mother had said he was stupid, Ms. Sylvester had called him a waste of space. Thinking about all of those instances caused enough emotion to do what he wanted and unleash the powers.
The box would tip and empty some cereal into her bowl, the milk straight after, then the spoon feeding him as if an invisible hand was holding it.
He would jump on the coffee table spinning his arms about, pointing at random mobile things which he could make fly about the room or spin or whizz ; anything to prove he wasn't what his parents and Ms. Sylvester said he was – a waste of space.
He would sit on the couch in front of the window, opening and closing the curtains with his hands – the sunlight hitting his face every other minute. However this time was different – there was someone in front of the window: the cops. Blaine immediately got up to take a look at what was going on. Both the cops were stood inside Blaine's garage, snooping around and looking like delinquents.
"Shouldn't we have search warrants to do this?" Dumber said, hands in his pockets as his head swivelled around looking for anything suspicious.
"Nah, this guy's dirty. Once we show this video in court, no one's going to care about us not having a warrant. See? I'm sure that box up there is full of stolen car parts." Dumb said reaching up to get a ladder in order to climb to the 'suspicious box'.
While Dumb and Dumber were putting up the ladder, discussing irrelevant things – Blaine peeked around the corner and caught his eye on the box in which the guys were looking at. Using his newly controlled powers, Blaine shifted the box a good 5 feet to the left – out of reach of Dumb, who was now climbing on the ladder. He climbed up the ladder, only to realise the box wasn't where he initially thought.
He got back down, moved the ladder to the left and tried again, only for Blaine to move it back to its original place once again. As soon as Dumb realised the ladder was once again in an incorrect position, Blaine walked out into the middle of the driveway.
"You two men are going to be in a lot of trouble, very soon." He said standing as tall as he could, considering he was only a kid.
"It's the male minor." Dumber said to the other cop, making him step down off the ladder once more.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school, young man?" Dumb said walking towards Blaine.
"I really hope you have a search warrant. According to a constitutional law book I read in the library, if you don't have one you could lose your job or even go to federal prison." Blaine nodded, looking content at the law spiel he had just thought up on the spot. Both cops looked at each other questioningly.
"It's your father that's going to federal prison," Dumb said walking around Blaine. "And do you know where you'll end up?" He asked.
"Federal orphanage." Dumber answered. "If you cooperate we'll make sure it's a nice one." Both cops laughed at the apparent joke.
Blaine was starting to get annoyed by them – who were they to go inspecting without any form of search warrants? He looked around, casting his eyes on the cops' vehicle parked on the side of the road.
Yes, his powers were definitely useful.
"There's another crime in the making. Your car's about the run a stop sign." Blaine had switched the handbrake off on the car, causing it to start rolling down the slight hill past Blaine's house. Both cops looked at each other before running off after the car, unaware of the fact that Blaine had used his powers to eject and steal the video from the camcorder which had footage of Harry Anderson's scams.
He had bought enough time for his dad to come to his senses, but now he had bigger fish to fry. Much bigger.
That night, Blaine made sure to be awake at the very late hours of night. Having powers isn't half as important as what you choose to do with it. And what Blaine was thinking was nothing short of heroic. He had a task at hand. He had to go get Mrs. Hummel's Lizzie doll. Kurt would be very impressed if he could collect one of his mother's most valued possessions and come out unscathed, but it was a very risky situation. Ms. Sylvester could very easily catch Blaine.
It was very risky, indeed – but Kurt's happiness and Mrs. Hummel's happiness meant more than anything to him lately – possibly Kurt's more than his mothers, but he couldn't quite understand why, yet.
He climbed out of his bedroom window, running most of the way to Ms. Sylvester's house through the wind and the rain, ducking past windows and through hedges so Ms. Sylvester didn't see him. She was in the lounge area sharpening her spears, eating some of Mrs. Hummel's most favourite chocolates.
Blaine went to the back of the house, careful not to make a sound; he climbed up the trellis and crawled across the rooftop so his target room was in sight. He fumbled in his backpack for a moment, looking for the binoculars, using them to navigate around the room through the window – moving things with his powers in order to see the doll clearly.
He concentrated deeply on getting the doll up off the bed and out of the window without hitting anything, but what he hadn't thought about was the fact that the wind outside would cause the doll to travel off course.
Just as Lizzie doll had gotten out of the window, a big gust of wind blew her into an out of reach tree. Blaine jumped back in surprise, thanking whoever had planted that tree – had it not been there, the doll would have blown elsewhere.
Concentration etched lines into Blaine's face as he pushed his powers that little bit further in order to push through the wind and pull Lizzie doll towards him. His eyes narrowed, his hands outstretched, he pulled with all his might at the doll and eventually won the battle. The doll was in his hands.
He put the doll and the binoculars in his backpack safely. Not wanting to leave any evidence, and sure as hell not wanting to lose Lizzie doll. He climbed back the way he came, too happy to realise his pocket-watch which was attached to his jacket had gotten stuck in the branches on the trellis, leaving evidence for Ms. Sylvester to come across.
Blaine passed the window once more, eyeing up the chocolates and using her powers to grab a few for him, Kurt and Mrs. Hummel, slamming the window down after the chocolates were in his hands. Ms. Sylvester reacted as expected – she stomped over to the window, peering out with her beady eyes at the intruder. Blaine was ducking underneath the window-ledge, thanking God for his short genes.
As soon as Ms. Sylvester left the window, Blaine stood up again and narrowed his eyes on the clock on the mantel piece. He twisted the hands around a couple of times, causing it to ring out 11 times, signalling eleven o clock. Ms. Sylvester jumped in fright, wondering where the time had gone.
Blaine was smiling to himself, wondering what else he could do before he caught his eyes on the chair Ms. Sylvester had been sat on. He moved it back a couple of inches, making Ms. Sylvester fall on her bottom when she attempted sitting down a few seconds later. Blaine set his eyes on the clock again, turning it until it rang out for midnight.
He was quite enjoying watching Ms. Sylvester react in fear every time he did something. Flickering lights, opening and closing windows, putting stuff in the fire, tumbling shot puts down the stairs – all the while laughing to himself as Ms. Sylvester ran out the door, and into her car in fear of whoever or whatever had taken over her house.
As Blaine scrambled off, chocolates in hand and the bag on his back, something caught Ms. Sylvester's eye on the tree just next to her car. It was golden and glistening in the flashing lights of her house windows. She got out of the car and stretched up to get the pocket-watch from its position on the branches. She inspected it for a few seconds before smiling, kicking herself for being so afraid of a little boy and making her way back to her home.
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