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"I'm your average, normal fourteen-year old, foul-mouthed girl." The woman muttered, staring at the ruins of a building. Her son jogged up behind her, sitting down.
"Wh-Whad ya say?" he gasped.
"Oh, nothing." Her son had the same ability as she did, but instead of calling it energy, he called the ghosts. Lacy was never sure how to tell her son he had a rare and exquisite gift, so she never did. "I used to work here."
Brown eyes looked up at the woman curiously before the figure stood up. "But I thought you used to work as a day-care teacher?"
"When I was younger, William." She responded, her own brown eyes glancing down at him. "I was your age roughly when I got my first job here." She watched him look surprised. "I was a warrior of sorts, although a bad one, horribly irresponsible, I never listened to my mentor. Working here just felt like I was a dog in a really small cage." She motioned William to follow her.
The boy seemed to hesitate, moving forward. "But that would've made you fourteen, how could you fight at fourteen?"
"Watch." She opened her palm, letting purple, visible energy circle and gather around into a ball before it spread around the locked doors. With a smal pulse the doors were unhinged and they fell, a deafening thud echoing inside the building and around them. "I fought with energy, what you claim to be ghosts, are the life force that is everywhere and in everyone one and thing." The boy seemed confused at first, if not maybe slightly horrified, but he followed her inside, now keeping a good distance away from her.
Oh the inside brought memories. However this was the lobby, the laundry room was this way. The bottle of tide was still sitting on the shelf above the washer and dryer, the entire place covered by a thick film of dust. Glancing down she saw her footprints, the blond haired boy just looking around the lobby, eyes even wider than before.
"M-Mom. Is all that, energy?"
She looked back toward the lobby, closing her eyes before opening them again. It seemed the energy from so long ago still lingered, although ready to die out so very soon, it surprised her that they had all survived this long. "You can ignore it, its too fragile to be controlled. The training grounds are outside." And she walked through, the whisps evaporating as Lacy walked past, another door opening and letting in more light to flood the lobby. The woman looked back at her son, and he did seem frightened. "The real world is horrible, we'll be going to England soon to visit another place. You may wait if you wish." and exited beyond the doors.
 Your Missing Period · Tue Nov 09, 2010 @ 10:14pm · 0 Comments |
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