Hi peoples! I ain't been havin' time for this stuff lately! But, question: Would you read a book about Egyptian gods? Or about time travel? Just a question… Hehehe. Anyways, I've been debating changing up the story for this, but it doesn't happen 'till much later, so I've still some time to think 'bout it all. Buuuuuuut… Would you like Kara to be 'evil' once, twice, or three times? And by evil, I don't mean really evil, just, ya' know, 'evil.' Hard to explain without spoiling! Anyways, enjoy Kae's stress after the last chapter. She's just going to get more stressed as time goes on, and she figures out what project jewell is. Can you guess? I like to traumatise my characters, sooo… Alright, I apologise. I tend to ramble on, so go ahead and read the story before you get bored of me again! :D
I'm with Keefe again, and we're supposed to be practising his empathy, but I'm just waiting for Forkle to show up. He's talking to Sophie, and I didn't bother telling him about my telepathy. I'm sure that's what she's doing right now, after he tells her whatever he has to tell her.
'Sorry I started talking,' he tells me, flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes.
'It's fine. After today there was no point hiding it.'
'What happened today?'
I sigh. 'Keefe, I wish I could tell you, really, but I can't. I'm sorry.'
'Come on, Kae. Please?'
'Keefe!'
'Fine. We can practise right now, I guess.'
'Thank you.'
So… Will you tell me now?
Keefe!
Jeez, sorry, sorry, sorry! He shoots me a grin, then flops back onto his bed and picks up a book. Okaaaayy… So now what?
I am curious as to how you can start a telepathic conversation when you aren't even a telepath. I think our brains are, like, just subconsciously connected or something, but it's still weird.
I agree. I'll bet the Forklenator will too.
Keefe. He knows. Foster's definitely telling him at this point, so I can't exactly hide it.
It looks like you can hide some things.
Keefe!
Fine, fine, fine. He grins at me again, then turns the page. 'You should be reading my thoughts, though, not just letting me transmit, otherwise it doesn't count as practising.'
'I think it does.'
My d*mb**s cousin smirks, sits up a bit taller, and fans the air. 'Jeez, Kae, you don't gotta be so annoyed.'
'I also don't understand why my emotions are almost as strong as the Moonlarks,' I mutter, ignoring him and leaning against the wall, playing with the blue tunic I'm wearing over grey leggings. My feet are bare because, recently, I've been feeling warmer, and… My fingers spark, and I fist my palms to hide the flickering flame. Thankfully, Keef doesn't notice, he's too busy murmuring insult after insult at the book he's 'reading.'
'What are we-' he's interrupted by a knock on the door, and I groan, clenching my hands tighter. I also start shielding my thoughts, though Forkle has yet to enter my mind. 'Is it Forkester?' he yells.
'May I come in?' That counts as a yes, and I flick a finger, telekinetically slamming the door against a wall.
'Hey,' I say to the wrinkled old man standing in the doorway with his arms folded.
'Mr. Sencen. Miss. Sencen. We need to talk.'
'Actually, you don't need to talk to me, you just need to talk to my oddball telepathic cousin.'
'Well, you've managed to bring up the subject, so let us get right down to business. Why did you hide your telepathy? It's not as if it's a bad thing.'
I sigh again, hugging my knees to my chest and shaking my head. 'Because my telepathy has been acting weird for a while. Around Everest, but I'm not quite so sure.'
'What does that mean?' The wrinkly rebellion leader asks suspiciously.
'It's… Hard to explain.'
'I can transmit to her without being a telepath,' Keefe butts in, ignoring the looks I shoot him. 'It's really weird.'
'What?'
'Yeah,' I mutter, trying to stop the flames from shooting to my arm and being seen.
'Fine. Don't tell me. But do tell me where you were,' the old man orders. And at that moment, I feel him enter my mind. Sophie felt soft, Fitz felt rushed, but Forkle feels… Powerful. I rush to finish cloaking my thoughts, and subtly guide him towards something less important. The training sessions with Keefe, except for the ending of the last one, obviously. How are you doing this? he asks, rubbing his temples and reaching forward to tap mine with a bloated finger. I flinch away, and the flames spark under my sleeves again, but I keep my thoughts shrouded in shadows.
'I don't know,' I tell him out loud. 'I just am.'
'What do you have to hide?'
'It doesn't matter.'
'Oh, I think it does.'
I grin, and give a short laugh. 'Maybe, but that doesn't mean you're getting it out of me! Trust me, my secrets do not concern you.'
'They do if you're endangering us!'
My smile drops, and I sit on my hands, hoping I don't set the entire wooden treehouse on fire. 'What do you think? I'm working with the Neverseen or something?'
Keefe stands and folds his arms in Forkle's face. 'Do you?'
'Of course not! You kids and the dramatics… No! I'm just concerned it could hurt us!'
'It can't!' I call from around my cousin, but I don't stand up just yet. 'I swear!' He's still rummaging around in my thoughts, and it's getting a little tiring, blocking a lot of my more powerful memories from such a strong telepath, so I concentrate on kicking him out of my thoughts, building a wall. And the heat in my head rises. Forkle doesn't notice, he pauses to examine a memory from when we first got here, and I slow my breathing, adding more to the mental barrier, as much as I can before he notices. Once it's tall enough, I shove with as hard as a force as I can, and Forkle gasps, his consciousness falling away from me, and I slap a top onto my thoughts, making sure the nosy old man can't get back in.
And now the fire rages. Around the inside edges of the wall, flames lick the mental stone, and I concentrate on turning it to metal. I don't know how, but it's really just a thought, so I can basically do whatever I want.
'How?' Forkle asks.
'I dunno. Just don't go in my head again, ever.'
'Of course, Miss. Sencen. I'll leave you two here.' And he leaves the room.
Keefe plops down in front of me and crosses his arms tighter. 'Sooo. You also won't tell me?'
'Look, I'm sorry. I can't.'
'Okay. I'm sure there'll be things I can't tell you.'
'But you'll tell me anyways.'
He smirks. 'Probably.'
'I should go. I need sleep, I light leaped a lot today.'
'You light leaped somewhere?'
'How else was I gonna get around? I ain't Foster!'
'Fair point.'
'Night, Keefe.'
'Night, Kae.'
I stand, shove my hands into my pockets, and walk out, towards my room, wondering two things. One, how I'm going to get Dex to make me that gadget, and Two, how I'm going to control my flames enough to avoid burning the house down tomorrow morning. Because I'm not quite sure…