Convergence

Chapter One: The Ending

You'd never expect a story to begin at the ending, but if you're here to start with, then you probably shouldn't be.

Years ago, someone set something in motion. Two people continued to set it in motion, then four people carried it out, then one person escaped from the motion. If you're not up to speed, then you shouldn't be here.

The grass was greener on the other side. This statement is known worldwide as something that means "sometimes things are better than where you're at." This is the truth for so many people, including one that will be introduced (reintroduced?) later.

And here, on a planet called Mars which had finally been terraformed into the world everyone envisioned, it metaphorically and physically was greener on the other side.

The world died, for a reason only known to some. Then, a few years later, it exploded, for a reason only known to some. Maybe you know and maybe you don't. If you don't, you probably shouldn't be here.

And since then, you've been kept in the dark about the future of the universe.

Well, so has the heroine of our story.

Ever since she was born, the wind never stopped blowing.

Whether it was heavy or calm, it didn't matter. From the day Ella existed fourteen years ago, it never stopped, and no one questioned it.

But she could control it. Her emotions made it go haywire, and as such, tornadoes happened every once in a while. She couldn't control her feelings as easily as she could control the wind, and it scared her.

Ella was born to two unknown parents, who gave her up shortly after her birth. It was nothing related to the sudden change of weather, just that they were bad people with bad timing.

She wasn't cared for in the orphanage where she stayed, so often she snuck away to the library or the convenience store, in which she'd learn the art of stealing and trickery. And could you blame her? She had nothing else to do.

And eventually, when Ella was fourteen, she decided she had no use for the orphanage anymore.

So she went off, on her own, to a world that bowed to her feet and she had no idea.

One day, Ella decided she needed answers for who she was. For her powers, and how to control them.

So, naturally, she went to the doctor. But not just any doctor—a research facility, a kind one, one that had a gentle hand on science and reshaped the world for the better.

"Hello?" She tapped on the front desk, as a woman with beaded glasses popped up.

"Name?" The woman said in a nasally voice.

"Uhm, Ella. But I don't have a reservation for anyone."

The woman pushed her glasses to the end of her nose, taking a better look at Ella. She had short, brown hair, freckles all over her face, and emerald green eyes. So, as she clicked her teeth, she went to a clipboard. "What are you here for?"

"To see a doctor for neural abilities. I believe they work here."

"You're talking about the researcher." She pointed a pencil at Ella. "They're quite busy, as you can imagine. They won't see just anyone. But you have neural abilities?"

"Yes." Ella leaned in, whispering secretly. "I believe I can control the wind."

"Ha!" The woman laughed shortly, her accent shining through. "Well, then, this is a special case," she said quite mockingly, before slamming two papers on the desk. "Fill these out. They're duplicates."

"Um, okay." Ella took them and sat in the waiting room.

To be perfectly honest, Ella's penmanship wasn't all that good. But some of the questions she couldn't even fill out, which made her feel more and more like she appeared out of thin air. Parents? Had none. Her birthday? She didn't know the exact date. Her insurance? What the hell even is an insurance?

"Are you done already, sweetie?" The receptionist took back the papers.

"I can't fill some of them out. Can you help me?" Ella piped up.

"You don't even know your full name?"

"I know my middle name begins with an A." She shrugged. "But I've never seen my full one."

"Alright then, just Ella." The woman's accent shone through in this sentence. "If I get you up there, and you promise not to cause any trouble, will you be fine?"

"Mhm!" Ella nodded.

"...Alright. I trust ya." The woman smiled, pushing up her glasses. "First office on the right."

"Thank you!"

-

"Proton readings positive." The doctor, brownish hair up in a bun, popped up from the microscope.

"Wha--?" Another doctor looked back. "Positive? You sure?"

"I'm always sure." They tilted the microscope. "There's blots all over the dish, and the computer is spiking."

"What does that mean?"

"Can't be anything good. Bring in Forensics, they'll know what to do with this." As the doctor removed their goggles, their blue eyes sparkled under the light. Beaded sweat dripped from their brow, and as they brought a gloved hand up to wipe it, they nearly forgot they shouldn't be doing that. "Whoops. I might die now."

"You say that every time, and you're always fine," the other doctor laughed as they brought a box to the counter.

"What's in there?"

"Appointment files." They waved one up to the blue-eyed doctor. "You want one?"

"You know I don't take appointments much anymore." They flapped their hands, half giggling.

"This one sounds good. An old woman convinced she can bring people back from the dead!"

"Those aren't real!" They laughed for real this time, leaning up against the counter.

"Come on, show me a bit of it." The other doctor leaned forward. "Please--ow!" A measuring tool hit them in the back of the head. "Warn me first, I didn't get to see it!"

"Well, you felt it." They folded their arms, shaking their head and smiling. "And that's enough fooling around, get back to work!"

"Yes, boss." They tauntingly turned back to their work, taking a call from the wall phone.

The funny thing about this doctor is that they were special. Blue eyes, long brown hair, tanned skin and an aversion to the public—oh, yeah. And they were the last telekinetic in the known universe. How did that happen? Well, the pieces will come together any moment now.

"Alright. Thanks." The doctor hung the phone up. "Uh, doc?"

"Yeah?" They tightened their bun, looking back.

"You have a kid who wants to see you. They're coming up."

"I said I don't take appointments!"

"Well, according to Jan, this one's pretty serious--"

The door slid open, and Ella walked in, creeping through the door.

"Uh, can I help you?" The doctor folded their arms.

"You're exactly who I've been looking for!" Ella smiled, holding their hand out for them to shake. "I'm Ella. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Althorne!"

The doctor hesitated, before taking the kid's hand. Their face scrunched as they shook it. "...Call me Nick."

To Be Continued in Chapter Two