“Call for training schedule 12-” Forgetting her strength charisma crushed the talk button into the wall.
“1239824 z-4 ready to kick the colonels butt-again.” she smirked. Sure it was risky smart aleck-ing the boss on record but it was fun.
She shrugged off her pajamas carefully avoiding previous injuries and pulled on her gray tank top and camo Capri’s .she pushed the door button and waited, at the buzz she pushed it open. And waiting outside was the new guard, filling in for the one that mysteriously went insane three days before., she ignored him and headed straight for training.
“I’m going to need a replacement receiver.” She called back to the angered guard. He caught up to her quickly.
“Be sure to cooperate this time, we wouldn’t want a pretty rose like you getting hurt.” He moved to touch her bruised shoulder. But stopped, seeing her freakishly golden eyes glaring at him.
A threat? She thought he threatened me? Then she laughed. Walking on down the hall.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief and moved to follow her. But as he tried to move he realized why she was laughing. Suddenly his head began to burn. He cringed in pain.
Charisma continued to laugh herself all the way to the training room. Once there she swung the doors open heavily, making a scene. Though she was prisoner to them she acted as in control as possible. Rebellion. Denial. Call it what you like.
As she stepped into the huge white room she noticed the scientists had more protection then last week.
She nearly burst out laughing again thinking of the time they realized, bullet proof glass wasn’t really bullet proof to her. That’s what they get for shoving those tubes in me she thought stupid doctors.
In the hallways there was a limit to the power you could use. But here….lets just say no human being was safe from her powers in this room.
“Send in the drones.” Cracked the intercom. A fleet of mobile guns with eyes came torwards her from the opposite door.
She swung her arm lightly and the drones crashed up against each other. Instantly shutting down the whole fleet in one blow.
Give me a break, she rolled her eyes nothing should be this easy she turned around suddenly and snatched up the guard they thought she’d forgotten by the throat.
<how can she be so fast!?> The man exclaimed in his mind. As charisma heard this she squeezed tighter
<Because I’m not stupid. Unlike some people…> she said in his mind. She guard’s eyes went wide, watching as charisma smiled at him with her now pitch black eyes. Hardly noticing as she snapped his collar bone. He began to pray in his now foggy head.
“How can you believe in gods when your life is being taken by someone who was built on the soul purpose of destroying all good in the world?” merely thinking this inspired her anger further, she began to lift him into the air.
Click. She felt cold mettle press against her head. She leaned on the gun. Then dropping the poor guard turned to face her adversary.
“Ah colonel,” she agnoledged, half curtsying. The barrel of colonel craft’s gun gleamed in the florescent lights. Past that gleamed his eyes. His G. I. Joe look gave her a spot of respect for him.
He rested his gun in his holster. Sure they were enemies but they played by the rules. For the most part.
Craft swung at charisma but she caught his fist, then she turned, still holding his arm and kicked up getting him square in the jaw.
Craft stumbled but continued to keep pace. < Give up old man!> charisma joked gliding to the side as craft threw another punch.
Despite her teasing craft kept his mind empty even of his own moves, relying purely on instinct, to be sure she couldn’t perceive his attacks.
Let’s get this over with
Charisma held out her hand and craft stopped moving on the tip of his toes.
“Mutant!” he spat.
“Awe don’t be that way paps.”
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Once unfrozen craft ordered level eight shocking degree, waited half an hour then sent charisma back to her room.
She slowley made her way out to the hall wincing with each step. Past the doors were two guards. They were ordered to drag her back to her room, but to them she still looked strong enough to make it by herself. Or kill them if they even tried.
They stepped away watching her progress.
<It’s not nice to stare.> she told them. Then continued shuffling down the hall listening to the guards bump into each other asking stupid questions like why they were suddenly blinded for the rest of their lives.
<0>
Charisma slammed the door shut and fell to her knees, onto the cold chrome floor. She started shaking. Leaning over to retch, letting the automatic cleaning program soak it up. She continued to shake violently, waiting for her body to control the shock of 3,000 volts of electricity from 0700 to 0800….
<0>
From 0800 to 0900…. Why me? Why am I here? Why was I made?? She thought, gasping for air.
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From 0900 to 1000…. I hate him… I HATE him!!!! She slammed her fist onto the floor snapping her wrist.
<0>
From 1000 to 1100….why go on living this way? Is there even a point? I could kill….myself….
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From 1100 to 1200….think!!! Think charisma! They need you ….they need you or they’ll never get out…..
At five after, the intercom rang out through the academy
“All students report to the mess hall, at a quarter past noon all halls will be restricted till 1300 hours.”
How can they put students and 1300hours in the same sentence? She wondered. After another 3 minutes she got up and headed for lunch. Once at the doors she paused. Ready for the staring, for the sudden silence. She stepped inside trying to ignore the abnormally bright lights and then slowly the group of students continued talking. But the subject remained on the topic of the four most dangerous beings alive. She stopped by the lunch bar and picked up a tray of processed M.R.E’s, and sat down at the usual table. Across from the third most dangerous:
Earyck Bonavea. Powers? Speed, fire and strength the triple threat. Nobody in the whole school had more then one official power. Charisma shook his hand.
<Good morning> he thought. <You look bushed.> letting go of her hand just a little to slow.
<Is it that obvious?>
<umm yes. Your face certainly tells a story.>his tone got angrier by the second. he knew who did this to her, and it made him sick thinking his name.
Though she wanted badly to lay her head on the table charisma remembered secrecy and kept her expression blank. Suddenly the lunchroom got quiet again. The fourth most dangerous, Rosalie Jones. Power: congering. Aside from her useful power she was also the most beautiful girl in the academy. Nearly everyone in the academy thought of her as their friend. Making her the greatest predator as well. She shook charismas hand. <hey Chari, Earyck.>
< Rose says hi>charisma told earyck, shaking her water like a martini. Earyck nodded. <Anything new?> charisma opened her mind so Rosalie and earyck could talk to each other through her head.
<thanks. > Rosalie smiled at charisma. Then to Earyck. <nothing, if there’s a rebellion then our peers are keeping there mouths shut. But-> she stopped, trying to block her thoughts.
Charisma glared at her. <I heard that>
<Then you know what you have to do.> Rosalie urged looking away avoiding her eyes.
Charisma looked down at her food. <I don’t like it. I can’t read minds without contact in the academy. Don’t you think it’d be a little odd for me to go shaking the hands of every other kid in here just to say ‘hi’?>
<Maybe if you thought of a less conspicuous way…> Rosalie argued.
<like? >
<Like act like your drunk and run into people constantly.> earyck laughed.
<that’s it. You are officially no help at all.>charisma sighed.
<well we’ve got to get info somehow… Ian’s dreams are overly accurate at times.> Rosalie sing songed. Like when your sibling catches you doing something against the rules and says
‘You’re going to get in trouble.’ The tone made charisma cringe. Not a lot made charisma ‘cringe’ like that. Only thinking of him.
Only Ian scared her…and only when he wanted to.
<Speak of the devil…> earyck announced. Charisma looked up. Most of the students had left already, making the room feel oddly cold. Witch is the only way he can have it. Not by choice. But because he had to. Because they couldn’t stand being around him. Ian Darme, power? Fear. The single most dangerous being possibly on the planet earth as far as the students knew. One higher then charisma, as she was second.
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