Powers (Team Crafted)

Chapter 1 of Jerome

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I jumped from tree to tree, not wanting to touch the ground and leave behind tracks to Daisy and I's tree house. No way in hell was I risking anything happening to her.

It happened to be this mode of transportation that made me run into a strange individual.

It was a boy my age, he wore a red and black checkered hoodie over a white undershirt, blue jeans, and a golden dog tag around his neck. He had pale-ish skin, and bright amber eyes that contrasted against his light brown hair. Overall? Quite cute.

The wolf ears, tail, and sharp teeth kinda threw me off though. So I decided that it would be better to study the dead corpse than actually deal with the strange creature.

I looked around for a suitable weapon; any old rock or tree limb would do; when I spotted a very nice looking boulder. I smirk, my sharp canines shining; yes, a boulder would do perfectly.

I focused on the boulder, watching it slowly float up about 20 feet in the air and hover over the boy's head. I would've made it 30 feet, but if you haven't noticed, I'm a little short on time.

Daisy made me promise to do well in school. Like hell I was going against my boss's wishes.

The boy seemed to have pristine instincts, looking up right as I sent the boulder down to crush him, dodging to the side like a CSI agent or somethin'. His arm ripples before he smashed the rock to bits, completely destroying it.

He raises his nose into the air before narrowing his eyes, disappearing from sight afterwards. I perched on the edge of the branch, rocks floating around my head for instant protection and weapons. I feel a presence break one of my strings, and I swing around right before the boy growled and lunged at me.

As we fell I wrapped a net around me, catching myself a couple inches above the ground. I settle myself back on my feet as the other boy gets himself back up, brushing himself off.

((Bajan Jerome))

Telepathic too? Or am I wrong and I'm just standing here awkwardly expecting you to reply?

I let out a slight chuckle, amused at how easily the boy could figure this out. I root through his brain, information flowing to me easily.

Name? Bajan.

Gender? Male, obviously.

Power? Transfiguration.

Murderer? Oh hell yeah.

How did you figure this out...Bajan? I had to keep down an even more amused smile when I saw how unintimidated he was.

Well first, you tried to crush my head in with a floating rock, then when I climbed up and got behind you, you had more around your head. So it was logical to assume you had telekinesis. And since the power to move things with the will of your mind is more difficult than simply reading minds, I could make an educated guess that you were also telepathic.

An educated guess, eh? Guess I'm a lil' more predictable than I thought. That's not good, what will the boss say? I chuckle to myself; oh, the boss won't be pleased at all.

Nice job, and you have transfiguration? I ask, knowing the answer already but wanting him to think that he had safer mental walls than he actually did.

Yep.

We walk the rest of the way together, and I find myself laughing at his jokes and he laughing at mine. It was quite nice for once, having a friend, a small change of pace from the usual solitude I experienced in this hell.