Pyscho's
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Part of Part One
The sky was a blanket of black velvet above our heads, dotted with pinpricks of light. All around us fingers of roots reached to trip us while arms of branches drooped down, trying to grab us. But we kept on, heads down to look at the shaggy carpet of night-darkened grass. Our feet walked in a unison in a line that wound its way through the forest, a string of bodies moving with a steady rythym of silent breaths.
Moonlight glanced down on our heads, but the arms of the trees kept it at bay, eveloping us in darkness. Our leader held a lamp that illuminated a tiny circle of path we trod on. He whispered silently down the line, warning of upcoming obstacles, or the signs.
I had kept my head down for so long, my neck had cramped into postion and when I brought it up, it creaked and I saw the orange glow, the sure sign of dawn.
I could now see everyone's colors swirling about them. Everyone was a light peach, embedded with a silver mist. Good. Everyone was sure and optimistic, but Leader was slate black, constantly worried about something. I ignored his colors and heard Yvonne whispering to Critter from behind me about the vision she had last night as we were walking. It was about the wards and how they were follwing us. Both Yvonne's and Critter's turned a broiling blue, and I pushed out my calm to them until they were peach again then tuned in to Jagger's converastion. It was about how he had resurrected two squirrels without even thinking about it.
So our "powers" were all coming back. I turned my head down to beam at the path below me, feeling my colors change to an exultant pink.
This was us. I loved us. Us, a group of freaks. Us, a group of kids with powers. Us, a group of proclaimed mental freaks who had just escaped from their assylum. -
"Sign 1: Tree camera," whispered Leader in his usual raspy voice, "Shay, assist."
I watched Shay, a slight girl with a wild head of curly red (actual red, she dyed it), walk up to Leader's side and look into the camera, let it take a couple of clips of her before she squeezed up her eyes like she was laughing and tensed her muscles. The veins in her neck stood out and the camera popped like a baloon, the shrapnel looking like it had been cut into strips, falling into a neat pile.
Shay strode back to her spot in line, her colors a mix of silver pride and lavender exhaustion. I made my bubble of calm surround her until she had a bit of her old energy bit, then I reeled it back like a fishing line.
We continued in our never-ending silence for the next few miles before the trees began to thin, like hair on an aging man, and buildings rose in rectangular structures. They towered in many stories, the streets below them wailing with car horns and hisses of steam from subways.
Leader knew we shouldn't have stuck with our plan, going in as a big group into that city. But we had to go through, there was no way around less it was to put us mere minutes off schedule.
But what happened next put us months off schedule.
They swarmed, men and women in white suits with needles of tranquiler fluid, to get us back to that assylum. Shay pressed her energy out, managing to break the needles of the closet attackers and I breathed deepily, trying to press out a feild of drowisness to the assailants. Their eyelids fluttered, but still then came closer. Leader shouted orders for us to run back. The Littlies escaped and the Tweens to look after them. But I was the only tween who stayed to fight with Leader, Tosh, Ryder, Nashay and Lyko. I subdued them but some how one had escaped my field of vision, and the drug in their needles brought me to my knees. I could see Lyko rushing to me, only ro be blind-sided. The rest was black and swirling and warm. -
Nice.
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