The Academy's Twisted Enemies | Dark Romance

Chapter 7 - Heading to the City

The next day, I had to stay again for "overtime" training. Coach Garrett's voice had already annoyed me before we'd even started.

"Concentrate," he commanded as we further progressed in our session. His voice echoed through the training gymnasium as I slammed my eyes shut.

These powers felt different. The lightning I could feel coursing through my veins, the healing powers I could feel through my stomach and chest, but my weather powers... felt strictly like they came from my head.

Technically, lightning was weather, but I felt it more in my body's capillaries.

"I'm concentrating." I stomped my foot impatiently. "So, what now, beloved coach?"

I could hear him shift in annoyance, but he refrained if we wanted to come at me for my smart remark. "Try to form a condensed storm into this auditorium."

"You really think that's a good idea?"

"You have the headband on. It gives you more control and focus."

Sighing, I then took in a deep breath and felt the powers flowing from my body.

"It's working," he said excitedly. "I see a small cloud forming. Try to make it rain or hail."

It felt weird. A coolness flowed through my brain as I heard gentle droplets of rain pattering onto the waxed floor. I peeked, watching as the droplets slightly ricocheted off the floor in succession, as I was embracing the feelings that overcame me as my powers flowed through my body.

"And the hail?" he pushed.

"Coming up," I said, and added under my breath, "I hope."

Hail felt different, and the back of my head, nearest to where my spine met my skull, felt heavy, like a knot sat there. But it worked as the rain mixed with the hail, which clattered against the floor.

"Perfect!" he praised. "You're getting ahold of it faster than you realize."

"At least that's something," I said, hopeful.

"Practice this for a while; I have to fill out some papers in my office," he said, leaving me fuming. How dare he have me working my butt off while he got to sit down and—

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I yelped.

"You wimp!" Cecily let go of me, and I laughed.

"I was concentrating, you jerk!" I glared at her over my shoulder before resuming my practice. "What're you doing here? I thought I was meeting you later?"

"I have good news for you," she said. Her voice lowered, and she whispered, "I got approval from the director to let us go outside for a day."

"What?!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up. The rain was gone, and if possible, the sun outside brightened. She shushed me with an infectious smile, and I found myself grinning ear to ear.

"Yes, tomorrow, bright and early," she said, pointing a stern finger in my face.

"How did you even do this?" I was truly awed. I had planned on sneaking out, not caring what the consequences were, but this was much easier, that much was sure.

"I kinda pulled the 'I may die soon' card," she admitted. She placed her hand on my shoulder. "But only as a means to cause him guilt. So please don't take it that I believe I'm going to die. I won't, I promise."

That definitely put a slight damper on my mood, which she immediately noticed. "Hey, it's a morbid form of manipulation, I know, but I'm going to be fine. Okay?"