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GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter 9: Pictures and a Communion — October 20, 2017

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter 9: Pictures and a Communion

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Chapter #9: Pictures and a Communion

 

Greeley Colorado

June 28th, 2027-CE

 

Lone Wolfe was dropped off at the front of the boys and girls club early in the morning. The center just opened so there was next to no one there. He was surprised that he received a text when they woke up on that Saturday morning stating that he had a good idea with the link and the shared dreams. She couldn’t wait until the night so they could share more dreams. Even though his father had to work on Saturday, Lone Wolfe had to stay home. He was forbidden from having Robin over. In order to keep him from either attempting to get out or inviting her over, his father had asked Scarlet to come over. He thought it would be a good change of pace but he found that the day went very slowly. At least he had the dreams he shared with Robin over the weekend.

He had texted Robin when he awakened in the morning letting her know that his dad was taking him to the club. She texted back as he was on the way out the door saying that they would be on their way. He might beat him there but otherwise they would have most of the day together. He walked into the club and signed in. He didn’t see anyone there. He couldn’t really do anything without anyone else around.

With nothing else to do, Lone Wolfe headed to the sofa they had sat on the other day and took out his phone. He sent her a quick text letting her know where he was then started playing a game he downloaded on his phone over the weekend. It was about ten minutes later when the doors opened and two people signed in. He heard the faint voices carry over. It was Ray, “I’m going to the gym to shoot some hoops. Hopefully people will show up soon. I have the feeling it will be a bunch of little kids showing up first. It is too early to be up!”

“You didn’t have to come so early. You could have slept in,” Robin replied, “Have fun.”

He put his phone away and glanced over as she ran towards him. He thought she was going to slow down as she approached but instead launched herself into the air when she got close to the arm of the couch. She landed straddling him and her arms wrapped around his shoulders, “Miss me?” She questioned.

His face felt hot, he was sure he was blushing. He glanced around to make sure no one else was there before glancing back up at her and nodding, “Been hard to just have you in my dreams. You may want to get off of me before the staff finds out and splits us up.”

Her response was to snug into him and grind against him. He could feel his pants starting to get tight and his face became a full red flush. She smiled and blushed slightly herself, “If you keep quiet then no one will come. Do you want to kiss?”

Lone Wolfe dropped his jaw, unsure of what to do and what to say to her at that point. He didn’t know how far she was going to take this before some sort of line was crossed. He didn’t know if that line had already been crossed. He couldn’t tell if she wanted some sort of move from him or if she just wanted him to sit there. She cocked her head in confusion, “Lost the ability to speak already?” She smiled, leaned in and gave him a warm kiss before getting off of him and sitting next to him.

He took a few breaths to calm himself down. He glanced over and noticed that she was doing the same thing. After a few moments, she glanced over to him and asked, “So what does this communion entail?”

Lone Wolfe glanced around the room trying to find a place for them to remain undisturbed for the duration of the event. From his first communion, he learned that both telepaths would be comatose for hours. While they could pass it off as just being asleep for a little bit, people would get concerned if they were asleep and no one could rouse them for hours. He glanced up at her, “You start to form a link like you normally would. Since we are already linked, we can start at any moment. When you focus right and see with your telepathy, you will see a light in the other person. You reach for that light at the same time they reach for the light they see in you. You will start to feel a little fuzzy when the process starts. If you flinch it will break the process. Don’t worry if you flinch; we can always start the process again. You do need to trust the person you are engaging with as that will also cause you to flinch. There isn’t a way to control what kind of memories we see when we are joined.”

“How long does the process take?” Robin questioned in response.

“Every time I have done it before it has been about a three or four-hour ordeal. We will not be able to be awakened during that time. That is why I suggested that we needed a private place to do this. If normal people see us and cannot awaken us, they will start to panic. I have witnessed that kind of panic before.” Lone Wolfe explained.

“So, doing this here would be out of the question,” Robin nodded. He noticed by the look on her face that she was seriously considering possibilities. He didn’t know what all she considered. He didn’t want to stop back at his house. It would take too long for him to get back to the club before his father got off of work. He also didn’t want to leave in case his father got off early. There was also the problem of checking out and checking back in. They couldn’t leave the facility without checking out and enter it again without checking in. If something happened then they would use who was checked in to make sure everyone was safe.

Her face lit up, “We can go back to my place! My father isn’t home so it would work. He won’t be home for hours.”

“But that means we will have to sign out and then sign back in when return,” Lone Wolfe protested, “I am already on thin ice with my dad as it is. If he sees that we left and came back he will assume that we have done…”

“He is a psychic, right?” Robin questioned and he nodded in response. She glanced back to the main entrance as if someone would come through the door any moment, “You can just tell him that you went through a communion with me and he will be fine.”

“It’s not going to work that way,” Lone Wolfe argued, “He will see that I signed out and came back. At that point, I will be grounded and Scarlet will probably be asked to babysit me for the rest of the summer as if I was still a little kid.”

She shook her head, “Do you want to do this or not?”

“Of course, I do. Why do you think I brought it up?” Lone Wolfe protested in response, “I am just telling you that if we do this now, we will have problems.”

“Did your dad walk you into the building and watch you sign in?” Robin questioned in response.

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “He just dropped me off in the parking lot waited there until I walked around the side of the building.”

“So, unless he is given a reason, he won’t come in and see that you have signed out and back in.” Robin pointed out, “So we leave here soon and then we can be back before he gets off work and you are home free.”

The ideal situation would be for them to perform this act somewhere safe without having to break the rules. In order to not break the rules, he would have to stay at the club. That meant they would have to take up a place at one of the sofas or find a spot that no one really checked out that often. Since neither of them had time to check out the place and watch the people coming in and out, they had no way of being sure what place would be safe for that long of a time. They didn’t even know if there was a spot for it. If they were going to go through with it, they would have to have the communion at her house.

He wondered if there was another option he had not considered. He couldn’t think of it, however. He glanced back at her, “We can try it. If this backfires, then I will see you in school. Hopefully we can get away with this one. I have another question for you; you do have to trust the one you are doing this with. Are you sure you trust me?”

She cocked her head in genuine confusion, “I am okay with the idea. It was your idea so do you trust me?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I did,” Lone Wolfe stated in response.

Robin glanced over to the counter by the door and chewed on her lower lip in thought for a moment, “We should probably leave at different times like five minutes apart. I will go first and wait for you out at the parking lot. I will text you if I don’t see you after about ten minutes. From there we can walk to my place. It will only take about ten minutes. Sound good to you?”

Lone Wolfe nodded, “I will wait for you.”

Robin nodded and gave him a kiss on the check. She rose then paused, “I should let Ray know I will be home for a while so he doesn’t go looking for me.” With that she started to reach out to Ray telepathically. With the link between Lone Wolfe and Robin, he could now hear and feel their conversation. It made him wonder if everything they projected to each other over their link could be heard by Ray as well.

He had to ask, “I can hear you communicating with him. Is our link deeper than your link with Ray or is there a possibility he can hear everything we do?”

Robin shook her head, “I am very sure he would have said something by now. We have never shared dreams with each other and I am sure he would have said something about me replaying the dreams in my head the last couple of nights.” With that she walked away, “See you in a few minutes.”

Lone Wolfe set a timer as Robin made her way to the desk and signed out. He set it as she walked out of the door. There were several windows that lined the building between the door and the way to the parking lot. He watched her pass by on her way out the door. He would have waved but he knew that the difference in light between the inside and outside would have made it difficult for her to see inside without pressing her face against the window.

When the timer went off, he casually strolled to the desk and signed out. He spun around and headed for the door. He walked around to the front to find Robin leaning against a wooden post that was part of the fence separating the parking lot from the side walk way to the building. She smiled and said, “took you long enough.”

“I waited for the five minutes and came out just like we planned,” Lone Wolfe replied.

“What did you do in the meantime? Talk to some friends? Grab a soda? You took a lot longer than that to get out here,” Robin patronized.

“You raced out of here like the place was on fire,” Lone Wolfe stated as they started to walk towards the road that led to the sidewalk and street on the other side. He glanced back to the building they walked away from, “I figured if I did the same thing then they would figure out what we were trying to do. That could produce a call to our parents. However, if I walked out as if I couldn’t care less as to where I was going then they would figure that you were long gone and I was going someplace different. The worst that would happen is they’d call my dad and get me in trouble.”

Robin cocked her head as she glanced back, “Wow, that was actually well thought out. Good idea. I would rather not get grounded until there were no men left to marry.”

Lone Wolfe chuckled, “I like that about you. You always know how to paint a pretty picture.”

“It’s an honor and a privilege,” Robin smiled as she led the way.

Lone Wolfe sped up his walk to be next to her. They drifted together as they walked towards her house and were holding hands by the time they got to the door. Robin fished out her keys and unlocked the door. She pulled Lone Wolfe inside and shut the door behind them. She smiled as they stood in the foyer of the house, “My room and Ron’s room is upstairs. Should we go there?”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “No matter what, that would be a bad idea. If your father comes in while we are out then what would be the better place to find your daughter and her boyfriend? Asleep in the living room on the sofa or in her room? I would rather be out here in case he comes home while we are out. Is your dad a psychic like us?”

She nodded, “No Empathy but he is a telepath.”

“So, there is a change that he would know what is going on if he found us in the living room,” Lone Wolfe replied.

Robin shook her head as she led them into the living room, “Not likely. He is the one that taught us how to use our telepathy. If Ray and I don’t know anything about this communion then he doesn’t either.”

Lone Wolfe shrugged as both of them sat down on the sofa, “Not everyone calls it a communion. There could be other names for the same thing. If not a communion then something else.”

Robin leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, “I love how you think everyone has your knowledge about the doings of the world. In this case I can tell you that we know nothing of this process that you spoke about. Not everyone has the kind of training you had.”

He thought about mentioning how much Jena knew about telepathic powers and empathic techniques and she did not have the same training as Lone Wolfe. Recent memories about how upset she got came to his mind. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her right before they started the communion. Instead he just nodded. It was something that wouldn’t make a difference no matter what he said, “Okay. Shall we begin?”

Robin nodded and scooted to the other side of the sofa, she grabbed his hand and pulled him on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his and pulled him in close for a kiss. He pulled away, “What are we doing?”

“A communion?” She stated.

Lone Wolfe understood laying down or bracing each other before a communion. The last thing a person would want is to fall over and hurt themselves during the communion. This was not like anything he had done before. Before his first communion with Scarlet they spread out on opposite ends of the sofa. With Relena; They laid down for a nap on bunk beds. The last communion was braced, both of them resting against each other. Physical contact was not required for a communion let alone having a communion begin with a romantic embrace. He shook his head, “This is now how I have done this before.” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Well this is how I want to have us perform this,” Robin stated in response.

Lone Wolfe shrugged and leaned in to kiss her. As they kissed he could feel her reaching for the light. He reached for her light as well. Both of them felt anemic as the link began to form. They did their best to ignore the feeling. They kissed and continued to reach for the light until darkness occluded their consciousness.

 

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Lone Wolfe started to come to. Her life had been much like he would have expected. This time, he felt what it was like to have a sibling. It made him long for one of his own. That would never happen now. Assuming that his father could fall in love again, unless that woman had children already, he would be out of the house before the child would even remember him. Family life with a sibling came with its own set of problems. Common things like sharing toys and one twin antagonizing another. The occasional fight which was sometimes amplified with using their powers against each other.

Ray was born a telepath while Robin was born with empathic abilities. For her family, it was fairly common for boys to not have Empathic powers. Robin’s telepathy awakened at the age of two. There was no fever from it. He thought it was strange that she would remember that so clearly but then it had only been a couple of days since they had talked about his empathic abilities awakening. Neither of them had any problems controlling their telepathy.

Their mother was normal and as Robin grew older, she could feel the fear in her mother as their abilities developed. Their father hid his lineage and powers from her until after the children were born. It was not the reason why they split up, it was simply one item in a laundry list of problems between the two parents.

Memories of her childhood continued to surface within Lone Wolfe as he started to come to. He recognized one of the many beaches they went to in California. It was a beach that Jena had visited in her childhood during a summer vacation. While they were together, the two parents did make enough money for family vacations. They would go to other parts of California or to the coast of Texas to swim in the Gulf of Mexico. They had fun times before the divorce.

He could hear her mumble as he tried to open his eyes. They were words and half phrases he used to say when he was younger. He had awakened before Scarlet before and she never mumbled like that. Her voice felt oddly close. It was closer than he thought should be. It was almost as if she was whispering into his ear. He had to wake up.

As he tried to regain consciousness he could feel cold air moving around from on top of him. It caused him to panic for a moment because he felt that at the end of his first communion with Scarlet. Below him felt unusually warm. His hand was resting on something soft, warm, and squishy. His head rested on something similar.

He opened his eyes. He was laying on Robin’s chest and between her legs. His hand rested on her other fabric covered breast. The panic he felt from the cold air was lessened because of recent memories of Robin’s. The house had central air. The AC would have kicked in automatically. A new panic set in as he realized he was groping Robin. To make the panic worse, she had stopped speaking in broken phrases and instead spoke coherently, “How do they feel?” She asked.

He pulled his hand away and rested it on the sofa next to her side, “Sorry about that.” He squeaked.

She grabbed his hand and placed it back where it was. He glanced up at her and saw her smiling at him, “you didn’t answer my question. How do they feel?”

How am I supposed to answer a question like that? Lone Wolfe thought. He glanced down at her chest then back up to her, “Like every other part of you I touched, they feel nice.” At that point, he sat up.

“What time is it?” Robin questioned.

Lone Wolfe took out his phone. One of the jarring experiences with communions was all sense of time was obliterated for the point they were out. In re living another person’s life the communion can feel like forever. However, it also felt like an instant. Like waking up from a dream in which someone spent multiple days in the dream but only slept a few hours.

It had been about three hours since they arrived at the house. There was still more than enough time for them to get back to the club. Robin could sense that feeling of relief in the telepathic link they shared and sat up next to him, pressing her body close to him and wrapping her legs around his waist. He checked his phone to make sure he didn’t miss any calls from his father. He breathed a sigh of relief as he missed no calls. There was a text message from Curtis, however.

He opened it, “I am still waiting for that picture,” The message stated.

Robin glanced up at him, “What picture is he talking about?”

“The night of our date I told him that you and I got together. Since he never met you I thought he would want a picture. It’s that ‘pic or it didn’t happen’ thing,” Lone Wolfe replied.

“Sounds like you are starting to pick up my wit,” Robin stated in response.

Lone Wolfe nodded, “You also seem a bit more sedate than before.”

“I didn’t realize it would change us so much,” Robin stated in response.

Lone Wolfe nodded, “It’s like mixing colors. Say you are yellow and I am blue. I you drop some yellow into my blue paint and I drop some blue into your yellow paint and mix them, we will get two different shades of green. One bluer and one more yellow. We are still who we are but we do change more than we realize.”

“You spoke of painting a picture before,” Robin stated, “Sounds like your mix allows you to explain things in a way I might.”

Lone Wolfe nodded, “There are differences. I probably wouldn’t say a lot of things that you say. You still probably would, though.”

“Speaking of which. The picture. You didn’t send him the picture I sent you Friday, did you?”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “No. That is why he is still waiting for a picture. I figured if I would send one to him, it wouldn’t be racy. You aren’t dating him, he doesn’t get the goods.”

Robin smiled and nodded, “Good. Because if you did, that would be the last sexy picture of me you will ever get.”

“I was thinking of sending him one of the both of us together,” Lone Wolfe stated, “That way he can’t say that I just took a picture of some random girl to up my standing.”

“Well then, I guess it is time for a picture of us,” Robin stated as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face up against his neck. She smiled and breathed against his neck, making the both of them blush, “Let’s take a picture like this. It will make him so jealous of you.”

“I want him to know you, not be jealous of us,” Lone Wolfe whimpered.

“You want him to believe you,” Robin breathed onto his neck, “Take out your phone and take the picture.”

He placed a hand on her knee, “With your legs around me and everything?”

“Make sure you get the whole thing in the shot,” Robin smiled.

Lone Wolfe took out his phone and turned on the facing camera. He held out his arm far enough away to get the whole scene in a shot. He smiled and said, “You are positively beautiful and seductive.” He snapped the shot of both of them smiling. Her eye peering out and her smile looked positively devious, “Why are you with me?”

“Because I like you,” She replied, “Do I need any other reason? Now send the picture before I knock the phone out of your hand and distract you.”

Lone Wolfe nodded and sent the picture to Curtis. It didn’t take long for him to get a reply from his friend, “What did he say?” She asked.

Lone Wolfe opened the message for both to see, “Wow, she is really in to you! Congrats. She is awesome. How old is she? She looks like a real woman.” He wrote

“Real woman?” Robin scoffed.

“Curtis doesn’t always have the best choices in words. What he means is you are voluptuous and have boobs,” Lone Wolfe replied.

“He could take lessons from you,” Robin spoke.

“I was actually thinking I could take lessons from him. I never had a girlfriend before,” Lone Wolfe replied.

He started typing up a reply on his phone and sent it to Curtis, “She is fourteen. What else would she be? A robot?”

They got a reply right away, “You know what I mean. She is pretty. I like her eyes. Good luck buddy.”

“Okay, time to put the phone away now,” Robin stated in response.

Lone Wolfe turned off the screen and slid the phone back into his pocket. He glanced around and asked, “Do you have any friends in California that need proof of my existence or are you too afraid that they will not approve of me?”

“Who cares about approval? As long as you are happy, that is all that matters,” Robin stated as she hugged him close.

Lone Wolfe nodded, “We should probably head back to the club before too many people start to miss us or your brother decides to find out why you are home so long.”

“We still have some time before we risk getting into trouble,” Robin smiled, “We are alone in an area where we can be private, I would rather we kiss and hold each other for a little bit.” Lone Wolfe couldn’t argue with that.

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GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter #8: Messages — October 13, 2017

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter #8: Messages

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Chapter #8: Messages

 

Greeley Colorado

June 25th, 2027-CE

 

Lone Wolfe could feel the ire almost bent on rage coming from the car as Lone Wolfe walked Robin up to the front door of her house. In the porch light, he could see that she was wearing no bra underneath the revealing black spaghetti strap shirt. He wasn’t sure which made his father more upset, the fact her brother was not with her or the fact that Robin insisted she sit in the back with Lone Wolfe on the way home. He knew it couldn’t be because they called before his curfew for a ride; his father did offer them that.

It was he emotions coming off of the car that made Lone Wolfe look away and back towards the car. Robin could also feel his father’s anger being broadcast from a distance but she did her best to avoid it. She gently nudged his head back over to him and said, “How about a kiss before you go?”

Lone Wolfe shrugged, “Might as well. I’m dead anyway.”

She glanced over to the car nervously, “I’m sorry. I feel for you. I didn’t know the night would end this way. If nothing else, at least we are going to the same high school.”

Lone Wolfe nodded, “Yeah but any hopes of having an extracurricular activity has probably been curtailed. Are you going to be a cheer leader?”

Robin shook her head, “I don’t have the body for it. I’m not skinny.”

“I don’t think so. I think your body is perfect,” He commented in response.

Robin blushed, “You would say that. After all, we are on a date, we are dating now, and you are trying to fish for a kiss.”

“You want the kiss too,” Lone Wolfe argued.

She leaned in before either could say anything and kissed him. It wasn’t as passionate as the kisses they shared at the carnival but it was close. Close enough that the horn honking from his father’s car was enough to break them up, “Well,” He stated as he refused to let go of her hand, “I don’t know if I will see you tomorrow. I may be grounded for the rest of my life. If nothing else, I will see you at school.”

She nodded and he let go of her hand. She grasped the handle of the front door then said, “He will let you out sooner if he wants grand children.” Lone Wolfe blushed. Robin blushed and smiled, “Good night, babe.” She said before she shut the door.

Lone Wolfe turned around and headed for the door. He knew exactly what she meant by that. He didn’t want to let it show on his face. He also couldn’t be happy right now because he felt like he was walking into the lion’s den by getting into his father’s car. As soon as he shut the see and buckled his belt, his father reached over and flicked him in the ear, “Ouch!” Lone Wolfe sucked in breath as the stinging pain quickly registered. It never left a mark and he would never do more than that to his son but it still produced enough pain, “What did I do?”

“What the hell was that about?” His father hissed, “You said her brother was coming along!”

“He was supposed to! I didn’t know he was staying home until she showed up at the ticket stand by herself. Check my memories out if you don’t believe me,” Lone Wolfe replied.

His father gave him a side long glance, “I trust you for now but if that display on her porch is any indication of how your night went, I have to wonder if you were at the stampede the entire time or if you two found some where private.”

“Nothing like that,” Lone Wolfe replied.

“So, you two are now dating then?” His father questioned in response.

Lone Wolfe nodded, “Unless I missed something about tonight.”

His father put the car in gear and started to drive towards their house. He glanced down and sighed, “I take it I am restricted to my room for the summer?”

“I work so there is no way I can enforce that,” His father replied, “I would more trust you at the boys and girls club anyway. I will drop you off in the morning and pick you up at night. Anywhere you go has to be approved through me first.”

Lone Wolfe glanced down and nodded. He didn’t understand, at the moment, why he was getting off so easily considering how his father felt at the moment. He thought about what his father said. His father had to work so he could either be at the club where someone would be there and he wouldn’t be alone or he could be at home with nothing to do. It would drive him crazy to be left alone with nothing to do and no one to talk to. When he thought about it, his father was probably right, he would go off and do something while he was at work and with no supervision and no one to keep track of him, he would do whatever he wanted. Much like school; it would ensure that his father knew where he was supposed to be at two different points in the day.

“Have you texted your friends and let them know you have a cell phone now?” His father questioned when they were about half way home.

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “No, I have been operating mostly under the same rules you had before I got the phone. No unauthorized contact with anyone.”

“You may want to let them know you have a phone so they can contact you,” His father stated, “Now that you have a phone it may not be so bad that they are away now. You can talk to them whenever you want. I know they all have their own phones. We have their numbers and I made sure they were programmed into your phone ahead of time.”

“Do you think it would be wise to text them now?” Lone Wolfe asked in response.

His father shrugged, “In the old days I would say it would be rude to call someone without a compelling reason after eight at night. However, they all have their phones and assuming that they turn them off or on silent when they go to bed or don’t want to disturb anyone, it shouldn’t be a problem. To answer that question; you tell me. They are your friends.”

Lone Wolfe nodded, “maybe when we get back to the house.” He glanced out the window again. He noticed that Robin did not live too far away from them. It wouldn’t be too hard to reach out to her with his telepathy. It would be something that could be harder for him to track. He wasn’t sure if his father made the suggestion because he enabled something on the phone or account to get all of the information going into and coming out of the phone. It was possible. They made those tools available to parents now.

He waited until they were in the door and he was in bed. He was unsure of what to say to them. Up until now, he didn’t realize that he didn’t have a way to get ahold of them and let them know what had happened to him recently. The best thing to do was to text them both and let them know that he had a phone and what happened to his mother and cousin.

He opened up his phone and added both numbers to a text window. He then typed, “Hey, it’s Lone Wolfe. I wanted to let you know that I have a phone now. It was my mother’s phone. Some things have happened recently. The bad news first. My mother passed away at the end of May. My cousin, Relena, did as well. Let me know if you are up and I can share some better news.”

It didn’t take long for the responses to roll in. The first one was from Jena, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. How are you and your dad holding up?”

He had no time to answer before Curtis sent a reply, “Bummer dude. I’m sorry to hear that. I hope that it got a lot better because that is one hell of a crap storm.”

Lone Wolfe responded to Jena first, “I am doing better now. I was really upset at first. Scarlet came home from college early and helped us through for the first couple of days. I am not sure how my dad was doing. I had a feeling that he was going to do something stupid but I reminded him that it would leave me all alone if he did. That seemed to keep him here but beyond that it is just me. Things have been slowly getting better since then.”

He went to Curtis’s message responded next, “I am doing a lot better. I have a girlfriend now. Her name is Robin. She is really cool. She will be going to our school in the fall so you will get to meet her then as well. I will see if I can get you a picture of her or us here soon.”

Jena responded before Curtis did, “How are things now? You said you had some good news to share? What is it?”

He responded back to Jena before Curtis could respond, “I do have good news. The first is I had a new power awaken. I am like you now only damaged. More on that later. The second is I have a girlfriend. Her name is Robin.”

He was surprised that he didn’t get a comment back from Jena but he didn’t have time to think about that as Curtis replied, “Get out of town! That is totally awesome! You will have to get a pic of her as soon as possible. I want to see you two as soon as possible. Too bad you aren’t with her right now. I would like to have that picture right now.”

Lone Wolfe nodded then realized that no one could see him. He wrote back to Curtis, “I will definitely get a picture of us tomorrow. I am going to see her at the boys and girls club. We had a fun time at the stampede but I don’t know if I will be able to get back there before the fourth of July. Hopefully you will like the picture. Some cool news. She has the same powers as Jena but they work a bit differently. I think you will like her when you meet her.”

After he sent the message he noticed that he still had not received anything from Jena. He decided to send her another message, “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong? I don’t know where you are but I know you are too far away for me to reach out to you.”

She responded a moment later, “I am okay. It is just a lot for me to process. You are an empath now? That is cool. What do you mean by damaged?”

He thought it was strange that she didn’t mention his new girlfriend. He decided to let it slide for right now. It would come up in conversation soon if he had to elaborate on it too much more, “Yes I am an empath. It awakened when I had that fever. It was because I pushed myself.”

She did respond sooner than the last time, “Was it because of the fever or because you pushed yourself too much?”

“Because I pushed myself,” Lone Wolfe answered back through text, “My father told me that my mother had a fever when her empathic abilities surfaced but it never was as bad as my fever. It could also have been due to the fall.”

“But I healed that,” Jena answered back.

“No offense but were you looking for my empathic abilities when you healed me?” Lone Wolfe asked back.

It didn’t take her long to respond, “Do you think I would harm you on purpose like that? Why do you doubt me?”

“I don’t doubt you but you didn’t know I was awakening at the time. By fixing my concussion you could have done something to me that you never intended to do,” Lone Wolfe answered.

“Where is this coming from?” She questioned after a moment.

“Robin is an empath,” Lone Wolfe answered, “She’s pretty powerful. She couldn’t fix what was wrong with me. She knew that my mind had been healed by an empath recently. She didn’t know if that prevented her from fixing the damage or not.”

It took a while for her to answer. Lone Wolfe had almost fallen asleep before she did. The vibrating of the phone awakened him. He glanced at the message. It was just four words, “I don’t like her.”

Lone Wolfe sighed, “Damnit. I thought they would have gotten along just fine because we are all psychics and there aren’t a lot of us in the first place. He had done something wrong. He knew it. He wasn’t completely stupid. It was either how he delivered the news or he had misjudged how she would feel about the situation entirely. He had never gone through a communion with Jena, he figured that would have to change.

His phone went off again. He figured that Curtis had finally decided to say something else about the subject. He was hoping for more talk with his friends before he went to bed. He glanced at the phone and saw that the message was not from Jena or Curtis. It was from robin. He opened it. There was a picture and text on top of it, “Good night babe, sweet dreams.” He studied the picture and blushed.

She was clothed, enough that everything was covered with some fabric to spare. However, the pink night gown looked absolutely alluring. She was kneeling on the bed and holding the phone up to take a selfie. The look of her hair suggested she just showered and her eyes gave a suggestive glance. Even though there was nothing wrong with the picture, nothing pornographic about it. He knew he would be in big trouble if his father saw it, “Please let it be that he doesn’t have anything set up to track what’s on the phone. If she keeps sending these pictures then I’m screwed,” he said to himself.

He knew that before she went to sleep, he had to respond. He typed up a simple message, “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

He laid there on the bed. He powered off the screen of his phone and placed it on the inductive pad on his night stand and realized what he wanted to do. He knew he had a range to do it and if he could form a link with her then they would be able to share a dream together. It was one of the things that she had wanted to do since the summer started.

He wondered if he would be familiar with her inner voice after only being with her for one day. It didn’t take him long to figure out that he seemed to be drawn to her and could find her easier than anyone in the city. He didn’t think that Jena would be found so fast in the voices he heard telepathically, even if she lived right next to him. Once he found her, he reached out with his mind to her, “Are you still awake?”

“Wow, you are powerful.” Robin replied as he formed the link with her so they both could communicate with each other. He could also feel her emotions flood through the link. That wasn’t uncommon, emotions that humans and telepaths were mentally aware of usually also flooded the link when I was formed. He was sure he was also pouring his own emotions through there. They seemed to match, “I can see why you said you are more powerful than either me or my brother today.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” Lone Wolfe replied, “You and your brother just seem to be able to push a person’s buttons so easily. It made me want to boast a little bit. I should have been more tactful with that comment.”

“It’s okay. I like it when I get real emotions from another person. That is usually why we are the way we are around other people. My mother once called me the queen of discord.” Robin replied.

“That’s doesn’t sound very nice. In fact, for a mother, that sounds pretty mean. Calling you the master of chaos wherever you go. I would have thought your mother would have been nicer to her children about things like that.” Lone Wolfe replied over the link. He never recalled his mother saying anything like that to him even when he was misbehaving or acting like a jerk.

“You may think it is mean but I actually like it. I find the only way to get the real emotions out of a person is to provoke them. In that regard, she isn’t wrong,” Robin replied.

“To each their own I guess,” Lone Wolfe replied, “I had an idea. Do you ever remain linked to anyone when you fall asleep?”

“Not really why? I would think it would be weird to share dreams with someone,” Robin replied.

“I can’t control my telepathy when I am asleep. The only time it doesn’t wander aimlessly is when I link with someone and leave the link open during the night. It does lead to shared dreams but they usually aren’t too bad. Both unconscious minds just form a dream of a blend of what they normally would do under any other circumstance. But it does keep my power from wandering.” Lone Wolfe replied.

“I wonder I something like that could help me with my empathic abilities. I know that I usually have that problem only when I am awake though. I don’t have to worry about it while I am asleep,” Robin projected in response.

“So how about it?” Lone Wolfe questioned in response.

“I am willing to try it with you,” Robin answered, “If it gets too weird hen we won’t do it again. Just remember, I can’t control what I dream about when I am asleep.”

Lone Wolfe nodded. This time, he knew that she would pick up on it. It wasn’t a text message or cell phone conversation. It was a link and intentions were passed along the link as well as thoughts. They enjoyed feeling each other’s emotions until they fell asleep. The dreams started as innocent mixes of their memories from earlier that day and their emotions they shared over their link. As the dreams played out, they became more romantic and grew more erotic. Lone Wolfe was sure that she would cut the link from this point forward.

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter 7: The Carnival — October 6, 2017

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter 7: The Carnival

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Chapter #7: The Carnival

 

Greeley Colorado

June 25th, 2027-CE

 

Lone Wolfe stood outside of the entrance to Island Grove park waiting for Robin and Ray to arrive. He went over the afternoon in his head as the sun set and painted pastel colors in the sky. His father gave him enough for the three of them to gain entrance to the midway and to have a decent night of fun after they got in. He was supposed to be home by eleven PM and to call if he could make it home by walking.

He glanced down the road and amongst the various groups of people approaching the ticket counter he spotted a familiar feminine figure walking alone. The dark amber eyes carried various shades of pink in orange reflected from the sky. Her brown hair was combed straight again and she had changed her blouse for a black spaghetti strap shirt. She also changed out her slacks for a blue wavy skirt that ended just below the knees. She carried a purse to hold her belongings.

He smiled as he approached but cocked his head in confusion, “Where’s Ray?” he asked.

“He is at home with Dad watching a baseball game,” Robin stated in response.

“Baseball?”

“It’s a thing where we come from. You might have heard of it, it’s a national pass time,” Robin smirked in response.

“I’ve heard of it,” Lone Wolfe stated, “But usually people are into football.”

“Well, it’s summer,” Robin stated. She glanced past him to the ticket counter, “So we get our tickets for the rides here?”

“We get passes to get onto the midway here,” Lone Wolfe answered.

“What! That’s lame!” Robin exclaimed.

“I have money to get the both of us in,” Lone Wolfe stated, “It won’t be a problem.”

They approached the ticket counter. As he fished out his wallet to get the cash out for their entrance tickets, Robin caught sight of the pendant around his neck, “I think I know where that came from. There is a holistic shop on the north end of town. Back in early May, an old lady and her granddaughter ran the place.”

Lone Wolfe nodded, “I think I know of it. My mother would go there when she was alive. She went there often. She was friends with the owner.”

She crossed her arms as he fished out the money for the tickets, “Did you ever go with her on these frequent trips?”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “No. She had an early shift at her work so she was commonly gone before I was awake during the school year. If her work didn’t have her stay late, she would hang out at the shop until I got out. I know she meant to take me on several occasions. She even wanted to get me a pendant like this, but she just never got around to it.”

“So that pendant wasn’t yours?” Robin asked as Lone Wolfe laid down a ten-dollar bill and received two wrist bands in return, “Dear god, how much are the passes?”

“Five dollars apiece,” Lone Wolfe replied.

“What a rip off, they really sock it to you,” Robin stated as the clerk wrapped the bands around their wrists.

Lone Wolfe nodded as they started to walk into the park, “I would like to say it’s worth it but my mom said it used to be free and nothing changed except poorer people don’t come to the carnival anymore.”

“Did the poor people cause problems?” She asked as she wrapped her arm around his waist.

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “Considering that I am technically part of that group I don’t see how. She said the city put a price on entrance to keep gang members from coming into the park.”

“There’s too much testosterone in the air for that to be true,” Robin commented. She glanced at Lone Wolfe, “hang on, we met today because you rescued some dude who was being shook down for money.”

“You catch on quick,” Lone Wolfe nodded, “that doesn’t happen all the time. Usually only during the carnival. Mom said it didn’t happen before they put a cost on entrance.”

“Then why don’t they take the price tag off admission?” She asked in response.

“Because this isn’t run by the city,” Lone Wolfe replied, “I asked that question already.”

“So, it’s really for profit,” Robin surmised.

“Until the city can get the rights for the name back,” Lone Wolfe nodded.

“So, they can’t call this place a carnival without getting the rights back?” Robin questioned as their growling stomachs made them gravitate towards the sources of the delicious smells they noticed.

Lone Wolfe shook his head and led them towards one of the food stalls serving a variety of fried foods, “they can still call it a carnival and they can call it the stampede. They just can’t call it the Greeley Stampede.”

Robin shook her head as she followed the boy to the food stall, “something about that seems both silly, sad, and idiotic all at the same time.” Her dark amber eyes danced up and down the menu as she tried to make up her mind of what she wanted to eat. Each time she breathed, she could smell the mix of oil and sugar coming from the next stall over. She could also smell the refreshing scent of fresh squeezed lemonade coming from a few stalls over. She glanced towards Lone Wolfe and asked, “Do you have your heart set on corn dogs and fries or would you rather have funnel cake?”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “Not really. What do you have in mind?”

She pointed to one of the funnel cake vendors and grabbed his hand. She pulled him along as she led him to the source of one of her cravings, “funnel cakes and lemonade! That’s what I want!”

Lone Wolfe nodded and perched in front of the nearest lemonade stand, “why are we getting the lemonade first?” Robin asked.

He glanced back at the line at the funnel cake stand, “because the lemonade will stay colder longer than the funnel cakes will stay hot. Also, there is no lone here but plenty of people at the other stand.”

Robin glanced back at the other stand and nodded as she took his hand back, “good point. It would be nice to have something to drink while we wait.”

He glanced down at his hand. She was holding it firmly. Not like a mother holding a child’s hand to keep them from running off but like she didn’t want to let him go. He glanced up and saw her looking at him and smiling. He had a feeling that the night would end in trouble. He just didn’t know if it would com from Ray or his dad. He also needed to be sure he wasn’t misreading the situation. He returned the smile and leaned in close. She didn’t shy away. She leaned in even closer, practically burying his arm in her body.

They made it to the front counter fast compared to the other lines in the area. While she was mulling over what size she could afford, Lone Wolfe ordered, “Two large lemonades, please.”

“Lone Wolfe!” Robin exclaimed, “That’s way too expensive! We can just share a drink.”

“I would love to share a drink but I am too thirsty. I can afford it,” Lone Wolfe replied and fished his wallet out.

Robin let go of his arm so he could pay for the drinks from there. They headed to the stand and waited in line for funnel cakes. Lone Wolfe took a big swig off of his lemonade and said, “I can get the food too, if you want to find a table to wait.”

Robin shook her head, “Not this time. If you pay for all of the food then who is going to pay for the games on the midway and the rides?”

“I could pay for it too,” Lone Wolfe stated.

“I get the idea you are used to rich friends who expect everyone to be able to pull their own way,” Robin glared at him.

Lone Wolfe shrugged, “I wouldn’t call them rich but their parents don’t have to worry about living from check to check.”

“Well my father does,” Robin stated. If she could pitch her arms on her waist, she would but she was holding a glass of lemonade that could fill her bladder several times over and she didn’t want to drop it, put it down, or spill it. Instead she stuck out her tongue before continuing, “I am sure your father does too. I don’t see you wearing any designer clothes or digs. Unless you want to be flat broke at the end of the night, let me pay for something then you can shower me with games and rides.”

Lone Wolfe sighed, “if you insist.”

“I do.” She nodded, “No more faux chivalry for you tonight.”

Lone Wolfe nodded and faced forward in line. Before he knew it, her free arm was around him, “Here, only the cook is going to know that I am buying. On the midway, everyone will see you showering me with games and rides. Which would you rather have?”

“Both,” Lone Wolfe stated.

“I know that, silly,” Robin stated then started playing with his chin length hair, “You should grow your hair out longer. Maybe put it in a ponytail when it gets long enough.”

“I was thinking about cutting it, actually. It’s starting to get a bit long,” Lone Wolfe commented as the line slowly inched forward.

“Just let it get longer. Don’t cut it,” Robin suggested in response.

“The length of my hair drives my father crazy as it is. It will drive him up a wall if I grow it out longer,” Lone Wolfe protested.

“You’re a teenager,” Robin stated in response, “You are supposed to do things that make your father crazy. If you are that concerned about how your father feels, then how did you get the nerve to come out here with me tonight? I am sure your father would have had strong words about going out on a date with a girl.”

Lone Wolfe nodded, “He did. The only reason why he relented was you told me that Ray would be coming was well. He told me that no brother would let his sister be taken advantage of by another boy so that was the best chaperone for me. When I get home, if I smell like you, he will kill me.”

“That was true, Ray was going to come when we left the club. He decided to do other things instead. Watch a game with dad on TV. With me out of the house, there would be no fight about what’s on TV or how loud the volume was. You will be okay and I think you should grow your hair out long. You clearly have been flirting with the idea for a while,” She replied, “As far as my brother is concerned. I would have sent him off after getting onto the midway. He doesn’t get a say about who I like. If he thinks he can, I will show him who’s boss by storing his balls in a jar!”

“You can be mean and leave nothing to the imagination,” Lone Wolfe stated in response. The line inched closer to their ultimate goal, “As for me. I would rather not get on my dad’s bad side. At least not until he has gotten over his funk that he is in.”

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “I will put it to you another way. It will drive me crazy. Crazy in a way you will like.”

The comment alone almost was enough to make Lone Wolfe drop his lemonade. He gulped and nodded. He glanced over to her and said, “I will think about it. In the end, it will have to be my decision. You wouldn’t be happy otherwise. Am I not correct?”

Robin nodded, “You are correct. I wouldn’t be okay with you growing your hair out long just because I told you too. It would be nice if you do decide to grow your hair out long. I would like to see you with longer hair.”

Lone Wolfe nodded as they finally made it to the stand, “The only thing I can tell you is I will think about it. I can’t say yes or no right now.”

“Fair enough,” She said as she stepped up to the counter, “Two funnel cakes please.” She ordered as she took out her wallet and produced the cash needed for them. The man nodded and the cook started creating two more cakes in the fryer as the two teenagers stepped aside.

It was several anxious minutes before the cakes were ready. When they were, both of them sought out the nearest unoccupied table. They sat down and started to tear into their cakes. They finished their sugared treats quickly and washed it down with now extra sour lemonade. Lone Wolfe glanced over to the midway off in the distance and asked, “Would you like some cotton candy next?”

She glared at him, “Do I look like I am seven to you?”

Lone Wolfe blanched, “Times two?”

Robin giggled, “Good comeback.” She glanced up at the sky, “I have been here for a couple of weeks but I swear the sun sets quicker here than in southern California.”

Lone Wolfe nodded as he glanced up at the now dark sky, “I didn’t realize the sun set so fast. I guess that means that I don’t have a lot of time left. I have a curfew.” He glanced back at her, “The sun does tend to set a little quicker here. Some of it has to do with the fact we are a little further north. Mostly, it is because we are close to the mountains. Do you have a curfew too?”

Robin sighed and rolled her eyes, “Of course. Do you think my father would just let me roam around the city with a boy all night in the middle of the summer?”

“He let you go this far,” Lone Wolfe mentioned, “I wouldn’t have made it past the door.”

She pulled him to his feet and glanced around. She glanced back to him and smiled, “How about we head away from the midway and the crowds? We can go back if we have time.”

Lone Wolfe cocked his head in confusion, “Sure, what do you have planned?”

“Come with me and find out.” Robin stated in response.

Lone Wolfe followed. He was not going to say no to Robin right now. She found a dark spot that looked like no one could see them from the carnival then pushed him back against the wall. She glared at him at that moment. He wondered if he had guessed wrong this entire time, if she had something else planned for him instead. She placed a hand on his chest, over his heart and the other hand behind his head, at the base of his skull. He could feel her energy flowing between those two points, an electric tingle that felt uncomfortable considering he wasn’t injured. He glanced down at her dark eyes, “What the hell are you doing?”

Robin didn’t glare. In fact, she looked concerned, “When we first met, I sensed there was something wrong but I couldn’t fix it. I thought it was a fluke but when we were in line for the lemonades could feel it again.”

“Well,” Lone Wolfe shuffled uneasily. Unlike Jena who used finesse with her powers, Robin had none of that. Her empathic abilities were electrifying and disruptive. He glanced away from her for a moment and focused on what he wanted to say, “My empathic abilities recently awakened. I had a fever when it happened. I made it worse by being active at school that day. That could have caused something to go wrong. The fever was pretty bad.”

Robin cocked her head in confusion, “That could be it. Some sort of brain damage. Does that always happen in your family?”

Lone Wolfe shrugged in response. He wasn’t sure how many people on his mother’s side of the family had these gifts and that made it harder for him to answer. In response, she stopped flowing her empathic power through him which made it easier to think, “I’m not sure how many people on my mother’s side of the family have empathic abilities. I know my mother had the fever before her power awakened. My father told me that. It wasn’t as bad as mine which is why I think I made it worse.”

Robin let go of the back of his head and dropped her other hand as well. She leaned back against the wall next to him, “It is hard to say what caused the damage. Did anything else happen to you that day? Did you fall or something?”

“Now that you mention it, when I was walking home,  I did fall and hit my head hard enough to knock me out. Jena undid the concussion, however, so I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” Lone Wolfe replied.

“If Jena didn’t know what caused your sickness in the first place hen she could have made it worse without knowing it,” Robin stated in response, “That alone could have messed you up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be here without her helping me getting better like that so damaged or not, you do have to thank her for saving me,” Lone Wolfe replied.

“All things being equal, I think I would have noticed something like this before trying to heal you,” Robin stated in response.

Not likely, Lone Wolfe commented to himself. Jena is able to match the patterns of anyone she heals or uses her abilities against. She couldn’t heal me that day and she didn’t know what was wrong with me. The only reason why my mother knew is because she already went through this when she was my age. You may be more powerful than her but unless you make up in knowledge, for what you lack in skill, you are boasting at this point.

To demonstrate that, he glanced at her and asked, “Do you think you can fix it?”

Robin shrugged, “I don’t know. It is hard to say what did it, let alone if it can be undone at this point. You have healed a lot of it on your own. I assume some of it still works. You can sense the emotions of other people, and you can probably block things that other people try to do to you empathically.”

Maybe that is why Jena could not heal me that day? Lone Wolfe thought to himself, She couldn’t do it because the ability was awakening at that point and it blocked her on its own. It wasn’t until after I passed out that she was able to do anything to me. That could be where I hurt it. He glanced back to her, “Do you think you can try?”

Robin nodded, “I will give it my best but like you and your hair, I cannot promise anything.”

She faced him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He did his best not to resist her as she started to flow energy through his body. He could feel the energy moving up to the back of his neck and into his head as she worked. She closed her eyes. He wasn’t sure what she was doing as he couldn’t feel much more than the energy. In comparing the differences between her and his friend, he wondered if Jena would take this long to heal someone. He remembered when his hyoid was fractured by his first grade teacher, it only took Jena several seconds to heal it and the energy had a soothing effect compared to the jarring effect of Robin’s energy.

As the minutes dragged on, he saw sweat start to bead up on her brow and a look of frustration start to wash over her face. Whatever was happening, he didn’t know what it was. He only knew that some part of him, a part that he had no control over, was not cooperating with her. He wondered if it was her approach or if it was something else, “Maybe you just need to do something to your energy? It feels weird compared to when Jena does it.”

“Shush!” She scalded, her eyes still closed, “I’m working.”

“Is it working?” He questioned in response.

“Shush!” She huffed.

She continued to work for a few more minutes before she dropped her arms and hung her shoulders in shame, “It seems that I can’t repair the damage done. Your ability is still new. Perhaps with training, you can still wield it effectively but you will be far weaker than you should be.”

“Maybe I can have Jena train me,” Lone Wolfe pondered. He wasn’t fully aware he said it out loud.

She crossed her arms in defiance, “Why not me?”

“Well,” Lone Wolfe started. He was not sure of the best way to say it to her. He knew that beating around the bush would not do it at this point. He glanced up at her and said, “When I was around seven, I had to be taught to control my telepathy. A master telepathy taught me how to do that pretty well. While you are powerful, I know you are in the same situation as me. If Jena teaches me how to control my Empathic powers she might also be able to teach you how to control yours as well.”

“Who says I need to learn how to control them?” She questioned bitterly.

“You did earlier today. When I pointed out that people were getting sick when you got upset,” Lone Wolfe stated, “Also, in comparison to how Jena uses her powers, it feels like you are dipping me in a pool of electrified water.”

“Would you stop comparing me to Jena!” Robin growled, “I don’t compare you to my brother so stop comparing me to her!”

Lone Wolfe sighed, “I’m sorry. She was the only other person I know that used her powers so freely.” He glanced back towards the midway, “Well, enough of things we can’t change. Do you want to head back to the midway and we can play some games or enjoy some rides?”

“Before I answer that, you have to answer a question for me,” She stated in response.

He cocked his head in confusion, “What question is that?”

“Are you a boy or a man?” She questioned in response.

“How do you want me to answer that?” He asked.

“Don’t go off of your age,” Robin stated with a devilish smile starting to form on her face, “and don’t go off of what society tells you. Go off of what you feel. Go off of of what your heart tells you.”

Lone Wolfe glanced up at the sky. Unlike the forest and the mountains, it was so hard to see where the stars were in the city. Even harder being right next to the carnival. The lights from the rides and the midway drowned out the stars completely here. He glanced back at her, “I don’t know, to be honest. I want to say I am a man but I don’t know if that is the right answer. I know a large part of my childhood ended when I was seven. That was the year my teacher attacked me and tried to kill me for what I was. Ever since then, I have had to hide part of what I am. Losing that part of your innocence, losing that part of safety forces a person to grow up.”

Robin’s smile grew wider, “I wouldn’t have believed you if you have said anything else.” At that point she leaned in close and planted her lips on his. The feeling, the warmth, drew them closer to each other. She pulled him in by the shoulders and his arms drifted up towards her back his hands resting in the small of her back as they kissed. She pressed her lips harder against his and opened up her mouth as they continued to embrace and kiss. Their tongues touched and added a new dimension to the embrace and kiss. Their bodies drifted closer, the want for each of them to bathe in the touch and warmth of the other drew them in.

After a few moments, their lips came apart and they gazed into each other’s eyes. Their faces were flush with excitement and anticipation as each waited for the other to make the next move, “I have wanted to do that since I heard you weren’t dating anyone!”

“I want to do it again,” Lone Wolfe whispered as if saying it too loud would carry those words all the way back to his father.

Just when they were about to kiss again, he heard a familiar voice off in the distance, “Look! The stray dog has a girlfriend!”

Lone Wolfe glanced over and noticed it was one of his class mates from the eighth grade, “You’re just jealous.”

“Nah, you probably paid her for a good time,” The boy spat back and started to walk closer, “Probably will give me a good time, too, after your time is up.”

The boy with the golden eyes was about to make a retort when Robin pulled away from him, “how boring. A normal boy thinks he can take on the big shots and walk away intact. I will show you just how out classed you are!” She took a step forward and held a hand out. The boy froze in place, “Pestilence! You should have minded your own business!” The man doubled over as his stomach did knots. He fell to his knees and vomited the contents of his stomach.

Lone Wolfe was horrified at the use of her Empathic abilities. Up until now, he assumed that the worst someone could do with it was tell the world what someone was feeling deep down. Now, he could see it was much worse. What worried him more was Robin taking enjoyment in the boy’s torture, “You’re nothing more than a little piece of crap!”

The man glanced at her wide eyed, “No… please!”

“That’s enough!” Lone Wolfe stated firmly and placed a hand gently on her shoulder, “let him go.”

Cold eyes glanced back towards him, “He hasn’t learned his lesson!”

“Reach out with your mind,” Lone Wolfe stated, “He is broadcasting his fear so loudly, a normal human doesn’t need special powers to tell you scared him out of his gourd!”

“You two are monsters!” He shuddered as her hold on him slipped.

“He hasn’t learned his lesson at all!” Robin chided.

“Now, Ron, you run along now. Who will believe you that I read your mind and she made you sick by looking at you?” Lone Wolfe stated in response, “If you go away, we can keep this to ourselves. Also, don’t bug us again. I am not sure I can stop her a second time.”

Before Robin could get her hold over him back, the man scrambled away. He didn’t make it to his feet until he was close to the stalls by the midway. Robin spun around and fixed Lone Wolfe with a venomous stare, “What did you do that for?”

“What were you going to do next? Make him crap himself?” Lone Wolfe chided in response, “Suppose you cross a line you didn’t know was there? They are already afraid of us, you don’t need to give them a reason to band together to kill us!”

“He’s going to get over what I did to him and get his friends together anyway,” Robin argued.

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “I don’t think so. You made him sick. He could call it a coincidence but no one will believe him if you made him up chuck just by pointing to him and glaring. No one is going to believe I can read his mind because he was fearful when he did. If he doesn’t leave us alone, we can remind him of what we are capable of.”

“Are you afraid of what I am capable of?” She asked suddenly, “Of what I did?”

“I would be afraid of my own best friend, Curtis, if I saw him beating the guy within an inch of his life,” Lone Wolfe replied, “It’s not the abilities I am afraid of. It is what people do with them.” He leaned back against the wall, “Are you afraid of spiders?”

Robin nodded, “They creep me out!”

“That is probably what most normal people think of us,” Lone Wolfe replied, “They don’t understand us and that we normally wouldn’t hurt them or use our powers against them. They are afraid of what we could do so they lash out at us. Probably like what you do whenever a spider is near you. Break out the shoe and flatten it with the sole of it. I am not afraid of spiders. They don’t bite most of the time, unless they are pressed to do so. They eat flies and mosquitos and other unsavory insects. I’m afraid of what people will do when they are afraid.”

“They could try to understand us,” Robin suggested.

“We don’t make it easy for them. You also have events like my unintentional mind reading and you inflicting your empathic power on people. You lashed out in anger; luckily it was just one person. No one will believe him. But enough people will eventually see what we can do and they will start to become afraid of us. They will try to level the playing field. They don’t realize they don’t need to do that. They don’t realize that most of the time we do the things we do out of fear. We also don’t understand that they do what they do out of fear,” Lone Wolfe explained.

She leaned up against him, “I asked you before if you are a man. I should have asked if you were grown up. You seem to have a better understanding of the world around us than most.”

“I had this lesson before,” Lone Wolfe replied, “Right after the teacher attacked me.”

“Who was it that gave you that lesson?” Robin questioned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, “Your mentor perhaps?”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “No. My mother taught that one to me.”

“I would have liked to have met her,” She stated.

“Perhaps there is a way you can, through my eyes at least.” Lone Wolfe stated, “We don’t have the time tonight but we can work on it another day.”

She cocked her head in confusion, “What do you have planned?”

“Have you ever joined your mind with someone?” Lone Wolfe stated, “in a different way than normal. Deeper than the deepest link? It takes time. Its that time that we don’t have tonight.”

Robin seemed confused, “I have never been in a link like that before. Why would it take so much time?”

Lone Wolfe shrugged, “It is hard to explain. You will have to experience it for yourself. You will understand once we participate in that bond.”

“How about tomorrow?” Robin questioned with excitement on her face.

“We will need a spot where the two of us can be safe,” Lone Wolfe replied.

She cocked her head as her confusion grew, “Why?”

“Again, it is difficult to explain but once you go through one you will understand,” Lone Wolfe replied.

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Have I ever slipped information about myself into a character. Yes, sort of on purpose. the facts have been changed to make it mostly fiction but its still there. it was posted on here recently. Children of Legend chapter 1. Now when you read that; you may think “a teacher attacking a student? Impossible.” Wouldn’t ever happen.

Wrong. Now my second grade teacher didn’t choke me like what happened to Lone Wolfe but I have severe food alergy. She shoved that food into my mouth and laughed as my throat started to close up and I started to choke. I figured a reason and anger as well as being choked would be a better turn than a food allergy and laughing. I don’t remember much after seeing her laugh but my friends did grab a teacher (who happened to know my mother) and they got me medical help.

Unlike the novel: my parents weren’t contacted by the school and I didn’t say anything either. What is a seven year old supposed to say about such an event. Parents; “Hey dude, how was school today?” me; “Oh you know, teacher attacked me with food and I almost died. the school took care of it.” M mother didn’t find out until later in the night when the other teacher mentioned above found out the school was going to sweep it under the rug and took it upon herself to call her friend and my mother to let her know what happened.

My mother asked me at that point what happened. I told her what I remembered. I missed school the next day because my parents were in a conference with the principal and superintendent to figure out what to do with the situation. My mother wanted to have the teacher arrested and to sue the school. We were poor and couldn’t afford to hire an attorney. The school agreed to switch me classes and make sure the teacher had no further contact with me. That was the best the parents got. Justice denied.

This happened all the way back in 1992. Yes, to this day, despite counseling, i still have problems with authority figures of any kind except the police (never figured that one out). There are times that reality can suck. Fortunately, I had friends that helped me when I needed it most. To this day, it is always easy for me to trust my friends and those close to me. If anything good came out the experience, it was that trust in my friends.

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