05-20-2016, 01:56 AM
Some people actually gasped dramatically, which made Christa want to chuckle, though she didn’t show it. The elf stood a little taller -if that was even possible- and smiled, “So you noticed.”
Christa would’ve liked to say, something like ‘fight me like a man,’ or ‘give me your best shot,’ but even when he was pulling punches, he was royally whooping her ass. Barney and Skender’s eyes had turned to the Prime fighting the secondary, no one was prompted to continue their fight, since maybe the secondary guard platoon could learn something from the fight. Everyone, after all, knew about the elf’s special ability.
“You’re not going to like it, but I’m going to win. See, I’ve got a lot riding on this, ever since Mornel,” Christa said finally, though she didn’t necessarily have to, since he was inside her mind anyway.
“I’ve never lost.” He spoke slowly, though he could not clearly see her strategy, he knew, by the tone and the darkness in her thoughts, that the next part would not be pleasant for him.
“That makes two of us. See, I don’t much like losing, and I don’t much like holding back, even if you’re my ally and everything, I like everything to be fair and square. You can read my moves before I do them, giving you ample time to dodge. You also can know what I’ve remembered from past fights, sand I’ve thrown in my opponents’ eyes at the last second, rocks I’ve gouged their eyes out with. Oh yes, quite pleasant for them too, you can imagine, but such ruthlessness can be avoided, if I play my cards right. See, you told me, that you couldn’t turn it off, revealing your own weakness, though it is now at my discretion to use this knowledge. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to turn this ability around on you quite quickly...” Christa paused, painfully reluctant to have to do this, but, as she said before, winning meant a lot to her, and if she felt pride, just maybe it meant she could go home again, to the way things used to be.
Not all my life, has been rainbows, as you can imagine. The prime’s thoughts directed to him clearly. Though his expression grew a little worried, he wanted to silence her, and spoke, “Enough talk.”
“Fine then, action.” She proclaimed, and they both launched themselves at one another.
Fists collided with flesh, but this time, Christa landed one into him, I see you have more than one vantage point of my moves, no hiding anything up my sleeves, I suppose it was not a sneer, but a true statement. The telepathic didn’t deny this asset, and with his upcoming punch, Christa unleashed her painful memories, to the best of her ability, with a surge of emotion, as though she were reliving them.
And not just any memories of sorrow or regret, but those days that the Empire had tortured her, ripped the skin off of her flesh, starved her for days, and zapped her veins with electricity that caused her blood to literally boil and burn her arteries. She’d been to hell and back again, and since the elf could not turn off his telepathic ability, which was also linked to empathy -she’d derived that little morsel from her experience with him and her dog- he was reliving her memories, perhaps a little less thoroughly than she had the first time, but while her mind and his were distracted (his, moreso, since he could not shake it out of his mind, and Christa had learned the art of distraction, and also knew that there was hopeful light at the end of the tunnel).
In a way, she was torturing him. A swift movement of her hand into his abdomen was well-delivered, the elf stumbled, though it was as though his mind could not escape the memories she had trapped him in. I spent at least a hundred days in that cell underneath the Empire. I won’t run out of material any time soon. Christa warned as she knocked the elf down. His face was contorted with pain, though it was not the kind that was felt physically. One who was overwhelmed with emotions such as pain or sorrow, may feel stress and cry to get it out, the elf, however, choked on the air in his lungs, and his face was red, while some veins bulged in his head. Christa grew worried and quickly thought of sunny days.
The elf was on the ground for far longer than five seconds, and Christa sat right their next to him, Barney didn’t have to announce to the others who the winner was, and a medic was called. Christa felt terrible guilt as she looked at his condition and tried to soothe him with a hand on his shoulder. She had caused his pain. Just as she had once caused many people’s death. Christa doubted she’d change, but asked the nurse who had come over, “Are you going to put him to sleep?”
“Yes.” She stated plainly, snubbed the girl who had caused more work for the medical staff with the turn of her chin. “What did you do to my patient anyway?”
Christa was sure that was the question that was on everyone’s mind. The nurse wasn’t afraid of Christa because she was a prime, because secondaries like Glin even had spacial powers that couldn’t be helped, “That way, I might cure him faster?” the nurse prompted again while she shot a needle in the elf.
“I used his power against him, and showed him a part of my past. It was very painful for him, I imagine, in fact, that he might have felt it physically after all. Imagine something like... Childbirth, nurse, but his body was taking no damage. Then I hit him a few times and he fell down.”
It was as simple as that. And now, Christa was the outsider once more, for people seemed either impressed or concerned by her ability to take people down with just her mind.
...
Glin was in the medical wing for a few days while Christ continued on the night watch with Cora. They were making good progress together, and Cora wouldn’t stop asking the Prime about the fight, even though it had happened over seventy two hours ago.
“But seriously, how DID you do that?” Cora was the only one who had really cared to talk to her after witnessing it, other than Barney, that hinted that her ‘prize’ would be early admittance into the guard, by a few days.
Christa felt her shoulders droop, in her free time, she had brought the elf flowers and visited him until she and Trooper fell asleep in the chair next to him. She was responsible for the telepath’s pain. ‘How did she do that?’ It had been so easy. She could turn it on AND off, and it was a choice. She hoped Glin would wake up soon, feeling better, since she didn’t have a cure for mentally scarring someone for life. Still, had the elf encountered something similar, it could have cost him his life, at least now, he knew his own weakness. That was, if he ever woke up again.
...
Long story short, the elf that made her look bad did in fact wake up after another week of rest and relaxa- Well, you get the point. Christa had been beside him when Glin’s eyes first opened, not that she had expected them to, but when she’d seen him stir, his hands went to his stomach. He was hungry. And well, thirsty too. There was water next to his bed which she helped him reach. Then, she asked him if he liked toast with honey on top, and he shrugged his shoulders, saying he’d try it.
It would be easy on his stomach, and no offense to the elf, but she doubted he ate meat anyway. After his sweet meal. Christa and Glin’s eyes met for a long time. The silence of the room was as eerie as the outside of the Moors, until finally he spoke, “How’s being a guard been?”
Did that mean he had lost his ability? After all, Barney had said-
“No, I haven’t I just thought if I tried to read your mind again, you’d use your freaky mind-powers and paralyze me for days.” It was rather dark humor, but it broke the ice.
“So, you’re feeling better then?” she concluded and watched the elf’s hand stroke over her wolf-cub’s head.
“I am.” the elf paused, wondering how to put to words his next sentence, “So you... And then I blanked out.”
“That’s when the nurse sedated you.” Christa filled in the blanks, in case he couldn’t read the minute details from her mind.
“Ah, that makes sense. Well, you warned me, and you won fair and square.” Glin surmised.
“After I saw the pain it caused you, it didn’t feel fair,” she admitted, not just to the truth, but having an actual heart.
“Well, you turned my strength into a weakness, that’s what combat is supposed to be about. You’ve got a talent for it, that’s for sure. Darkshire could use someone like you.” The elf’s face was finally developing some color back, but the shadows underneath his eyes were still prevalent.
“And you,” she stated, perplexed more than anything else. Over the last couple of days, she’d been thinking of Abner quite a lot. What was he doing? How was he doing? Then there was that parting gift, which had actually made Christa feel like she had a heart again. Katia (her sister), it seemed, Christa’s mind never got off of, she hadn’t heard from her in three days, and while the little girl had mentioned a field trip, it was most unlike her to not even send her a text message. Christa was getting scared. Scared of rejection. Scared of losing everyone she thought she had a bond with. Scared of becoming that monster of revenge she had once been.
“You’re a badass.” Glin blurted out. He was met with the Prime’s quizzical expression, “You used your mind and the entirety of your memories just to sucker-punch my mind. And you won. And you endured everything you felt from your life, again. I saw it all, you know. I know you now.”
“That doesn’t sit well with me. Though you know that, since you’re reading my mind as we speak.” Christa scowled, though tried not to direct it at Glin, since it was still her fault he’d landed in the hospital.
“I couldn’t handle it, I was down for a while. The only thing in my life I can compare my experiences to, was the time I nearly died here in this verse. Like I mentioned to you earlier, the people of Darkshire saved my life. So I serve them.” The nobility and sense of loyalty was not unnatural for an elf, but to think, the young-looking elf would spend his entire (presumably 700 year lifespan) in Darkshire made Christa skeptical. “I don’t know if I’ll stay here that long, hopefully, over time, the town will get better and I’ll be able to leave. You never know what could happen.”
Ding. Ding. Ding. Something had been spotted again along the edge of the forest, or maybe it was a raid of zombies, or maybe, Dracula’s army. Still, she’d have to go check it out. Today was her last day of training, though part of Christa knew that in this business, with new monsters popping up everywhere, left and right, the training would never be truly over.
Christa would’ve liked to say, something like ‘fight me like a man,’ or ‘give me your best shot,’ but even when he was pulling punches, he was royally whooping her ass. Barney and Skender’s eyes had turned to the Prime fighting the secondary, no one was prompted to continue their fight, since maybe the secondary guard platoon could learn something from the fight. Everyone, after all, knew about the elf’s special ability.
“You’re not going to like it, but I’m going to win. See, I’ve got a lot riding on this, ever since Mornel,” Christa said finally, though she didn’t necessarily have to, since he was inside her mind anyway.
“I’ve never lost.” He spoke slowly, though he could not clearly see her strategy, he knew, by the tone and the darkness in her thoughts, that the next part would not be pleasant for him.
“That makes two of us. See, I don’t much like losing, and I don’t much like holding back, even if you’re my ally and everything, I like everything to be fair and square. You can read my moves before I do them, giving you ample time to dodge. You also can know what I’ve remembered from past fights, sand I’ve thrown in my opponents’ eyes at the last second, rocks I’ve gouged their eyes out with. Oh yes, quite pleasant for them too, you can imagine, but such ruthlessness can be avoided, if I play my cards right. See, you told me, that you couldn’t turn it off, revealing your own weakness, though it is now at my discretion to use this knowledge. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to turn this ability around on you quite quickly...” Christa paused, painfully reluctant to have to do this, but, as she said before, winning meant a lot to her, and if she felt pride, just maybe it meant she could go home again, to the way things used to be.
Not all my life, has been rainbows, as you can imagine. The prime’s thoughts directed to him clearly. Though his expression grew a little worried, he wanted to silence her, and spoke, “Enough talk.”
“Fine then, action.” She proclaimed, and they both launched themselves at one another.
Fists collided with flesh, but this time, Christa landed one into him, I see you have more than one vantage point of my moves, no hiding anything up my sleeves, I suppose it was not a sneer, but a true statement. The telepathic didn’t deny this asset, and with his upcoming punch, Christa unleashed her painful memories, to the best of her ability, with a surge of emotion, as though she were reliving them.
And not just any memories of sorrow or regret, but those days that the Empire had tortured her, ripped the skin off of her flesh, starved her for days, and zapped her veins with electricity that caused her blood to literally boil and burn her arteries. She’d been to hell and back again, and since the elf could not turn off his telepathic ability, which was also linked to empathy -she’d derived that little morsel from her experience with him and her dog- he was reliving her memories, perhaps a little less thoroughly than she had the first time, but while her mind and his were distracted (his, moreso, since he could not shake it out of his mind, and Christa had learned the art of distraction, and also knew that there was hopeful light at the end of the tunnel).
In a way, she was torturing him. A swift movement of her hand into his abdomen was well-delivered, the elf stumbled, though it was as though his mind could not escape the memories she had trapped him in. I spent at least a hundred days in that cell underneath the Empire. I won’t run out of material any time soon. Christa warned as she knocked the elf down. His face was contorted with pain, though it was not the kind that was felt physically. One who was overwhelmed with emotions such as pain or sorrow, may feel stress and cry to get it out, the elf, however, choked on the air in his lungs, and his face was red, while some veins bulged in his head. Christa grew worried and quickly thought of sunny days.
The elf was on the ground for far longer than five seconds, and Christa sat right their next to him, Barney didn’t have to announce to the others who the winner was, and a medic was called. Christa felt terrible guilt as she looked at his condition and tried to soothe him with a hand on his shoulder. She had caused his pain. Just as she had once caused many people’s death. Christa doubted she’d change, but asked the nurse who had come over, “Are you going to put him to sleep?”
“Yes.” She stated plainly, snubbed the girl who had caused more work for the medical staff with the turn of her chin. “What did you do to my patient anyway?”
Christa was sure that was the question that was on everyone’s mind. The nurse wasn’t afraid of Christa because she was a prime, because secondaries like Glin even had spacial powers that couldn’t be helped, “That way, I might cure him faster?” the nurse prompted again while she shot a needle in the elf.
“I used his power against him, and showed him a part of my past. It was very painful for him, I imagine, in fact, that he might have felt it physically after all. Imagine something like... Childbirth, nurse, but his body was taking no damage. Then I hit him a few times and he fell down.”
It was as simple as that. And now, Christa was the outsider once more, for people seemed either impressed or concerned by her ability to take people down with just her mind.
...
Glin was in the medical wing for a few days while Christ continued on the night watch with Cora. They were making good progress together, and Cora wouldn’t stop asking the Prime about the fight, even though it had happened over seventy two hours ago.
“But seriously, how DID you do that?” Cora was the only one who had really cared to talk to her after witnessing it, other than Barney, that hinted that her ‘prize’ would be early admittance into the guard, by a few days.
Christa felt her shoulders droop, in her free time, she had brought the elf flowers and visited him until she and Trooper fell asleep in the chair next to him. She was responsible for the telepath’s pain. ‘How did she do that?’ It had been so easy. She could turn it on AND off, and it was a choice. She hoped Glin would wake up soon, feeling better, since she didn’t have a cure for mentally scarring someone for life. Still, had the elf encountered something similar, it could have cost him his life, at least now, he knew his own weakness. That was, if he ever woke up again.
...
Long story short, the elf that made her look bad did in fact wake up after another week of rest and relaxa- Well, you get the point. Christa had been beside him when Glin’s eyes first opened, not that she had expected them to, but when she’d seen him stir, his hands went to his stomach. He was hungry. And well, thirsty too. There was water next to his bed which she helped him reach. Then, she asked him if he liked toast with honey on top, and he shrugged his shoulders, saying he’d try it.
It would be easy on his stomach, and no offense to the elf, but she doubted he ate meat anyway. After his sweet meal. Christa and Glin’s eyes met for a long time. The silence of the room was as eerie as the outside of the Moors, until finally he spoke, “How’s being a guard been?”
Did that mean he had lost his ability? After all, Barney had said-
“No, I haven’t I just thought if I tried to read your mind again, you’d use your freaky mind-powers and paralyze me for days.” It was rather dark humor, but it broke the ice.
“So, you’re feeling better then?” she concluded and watched the elf’s hand stroke over her wolf-cub’s head.
“I am.” the elf paused, wondering how to put to words his next sentence, “So you... And then I blanked out.”
“That’s when the nurse sedated you.” Christa filled in the blanks, in case he couldn’t read the minute details from her mind.
“Ah, that makes sense. Well, you warned me, and you won fair and square.” Glin surmised.
“After I saw the pain it caused you, it didn’t feel fair,” she admitted, not just to the truth, but having an actual heart.
“Well, you turned my strength into a weakness, that’s what combat is supposed to be about. You’ve got a talent for it, that’s for sure. Darkshire could use someone like you.” The elf’s face was finally developing some color back, but the shadows underneath his eyes were still prevalent.
“And you,” she stated, perplexed more than anything else. Over the last couple of days, she’d been thinking of Abner quite a lot. What was he doing? How was he doing? Then there was that parting gift, which had actually made Christa feel like she had a heart again. Katia (her sister), it seemed, Christa’s mind never got off of, she hadn’t heard from her in three days, and while the little girl had mentioned a field trip, it was most unlike her to not even send her a text message. Christa was getting scared. Scared of rejection. Scared of losing everyone she thought she had a bond with. Scared of becoming that monster of revenge she had once been.
“You’re a badass.” Glin blurted out. He was met with the Prime’s quizzical expression, “You used your mind and the entirety of your memories just to sucker-punch my mind. And you won. And you endured everything you felt from your life, again. I saw it all, you know. I know you now.”
“That doesn’t sit well with me. Though you know that, since you’re reading my mind as we speak.” Christa scowled, though tried not to direct it at Glin, since it was still her fault he’d landed in the hospital.
“I couldn’t handle it, I was down for a while. The only thing in my life I can compare my experiences to, was the time I nearly died here in this verse. Like I mentioned to you earlier, the people of Darkshire saved my life. So I serve them.” The nobility and sense of loyalty was not unnatural for an elf, but to think, the young-looking elf would spend his entire (presumably 700 year lifespan) in Darkshire made Christa skeptical. “I don’t know if I’ll stay here that long, hopefully, over time, the town will get better and I’ll be able to leave. You never know what could happen.”
Ding. Ding. Ding. Something had been spotted again along the edge of the forest, or maybe it was a raid of zombies, or maybe, Dracula’s army. Still, she’d have to go check it out. Today was her last day of training, though part of Christa knew that in this business, with new monsters popping up everywhere, left and right, the training would never be truly over.
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