𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴 (𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯)

The Man named Marc Spector

Amaris's POV

My first few days at the Institute were decent at best. Sessions were boring as ever but some people were nice. Mrs. Cruz for example was patient with my avoidant attitude and gave me a small Snickers bar. My recent homework was journaling about my inner fears and doing affirmations. The thought of it make me wanna roll my eyes all the way. However, Mrs. Cruz's kind smile and patience made me trudge to my journal and write anyways.

I stare at the blank page, unsure where to start. My mind goes blank and it's like I suddenly don't know how to write. I slam the book shut in frustration before rubbing my face. I lean against my chair and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"This is so fucking stupid..." I grumble under my breath.

I stare at the journal in disdain, wishing this homework would magically be done for me. But even with powers, I don't have the ability to just break my promise to Mrs. Cruz. I try again; opening up the journal and pressing the point of the pen to the paper. I start to eventually write my thoughts out. Putting my fears into words.

As I do, flashes of my past come back. It startles me and I grip onto the pen tightly. I keep going despite my breath becoming heavier with every sentence I wrote. My throat become tight and tears well up in my eyes. The sound of the analog clock echoes through my head, almost taunting me. The stuff around me starts to shake, as if an earthquake just struck. A book falls and pens roll to the floor. The desk shifts and trembles like it itself is shaking in fear. Before I could spiral more into insanity, a loud knock jolts me back to reality. Furniture and objects immediately stop falling and shaking. I swerve my head to the door and I rush to fix my room before opening the door.

There stands Dr. Harrow, greeting me with a polite smile. I smile back politely and let him in. Harrow will check on me from time to time, wanting an update on my progress. I usually answer with a short "I'm doing good", followed by a some boring speech from Harrow.

However, today was...different. I can tell he thinking about something, almost expecting something to happen with our short conversation. I didn't sat much, to his disappointment. He leaves and I close the door before sighing. However, my mind goes back to his behavior. There was a subtle shift in his words and voice.

As he left, I catch him eyeing a pencil that had fallen previously before he entered. He had this look of slightl suspicion and irritation. I felt my stomach turn a bit. Dr. Harrow had this way about him. Like he knew something about me. It creeper me out. And that looked had proved to me, that he knows. He knows about my powers...

Oh shit. He knows...

Anxiety rises in me. If he knows about my powers, despite me never telling him, then what else can this man be knowledgeable of? I knew that I had to make an escape soon. Anywhere is safer.

I search around my room. I grab my bag and put any essentials inside of it, which wasn't much. I hide it under my bed and safely shielded by the drapped sheets.

It's almost dinner, so I get dressed in my pajamas and wear by ID band on. I head out early, wandering the halls before going down to level one. I keep wary of Dr. Harrow, as he likes to sneak up sometimes.

I go to the small library, as it had peaked my interest when I first arrived. As I roam the aisle, I hear the voice of Harrow. I hide behind a large shelf of books before peaking in between the spaces in the shelf. I can spot him a few feet away, talking to one of the staff. I listen closely, focusing on both their voices.

"Their powers are getting stronger. We need to take care of them now before anything happens. It's the only way..."

"Yes, my lord. At 8 pm tonight, they won't be a problem no more. Praise Apophis"