O' What The Brain Can Do

Chapter II: Dancing With Demons

      I turned on the TV while I cooked the meal my mother always made. Her special meatloaf and chef salad. "The dead couple, Shadells, had been believed to be killed by a Telekinur Intele. In other news, there have been more accounts of mass suicides in Brair High." I turned off the TV. I couldn't stand hearing that. Inteles killed for the sake of killing. We were depicted as brutal and violent. The first appearance of Intele occurred centuries ago. But suddenly they went ballistic. Something wasn't quite right. The rarest ones were Manicronics. Telekinurs are most common. However Cellumancers rarity level is impossible to find out due to there shifting abilities.

      As I was about to eat the meatloaf I created in Mother's honor, I heard a knock at my apartment door. All I could smell was food, I was so hungry. I got up and answered the door annoyed, "The hell do you want?" My body went numb. It was him. Leon Resme. Why was he here? "Miss Bella Donna Shadell?" he read the name off of paper. Is this where I die? "Y-Yes?" He began to pull an object from the coat.

     He pulled a letter from his coat and handed it to me. "I'm Leon Resme, a friend of your father's. He told me to give this to you. May I come in?" What else could I do? I let him in. I offered him food. This didn't make sense. Why was I following his every command? He killed my parents. Didn't he? Or was that pure coincidence? Maybe he went after the bad man and he was over? Maybe he actually is one of Daddy's friends?

     "You must have quite a bit on your plate." I hated the way he worked his way into my business. Why did he care so much about my life? I wanted to just scream "Beat it you pedophile!" but I couldn't. "What's it like without your mother?" Why would he ask such a question?! As soon as he asked, I began bawling. I had been holding it in for all this time. I clung to this man I barely knew and cried. He held onto me. He listened to me. I poured out my heart to this man. Why did I do it? He worked his way past my barriers. My brain couldn't cooperate. It wasn't sure what to do.

     "I'm terribly sorry about your parents, Bella. I was close with them as well. Perhaps I can come over a little later, and tell you a bit more about your father's antics?" Was this really the man that killed my parents? No, I must be mistaken. "Yeah... That'd be nice, Mr. Resme," I sighed. I let this man in. I guess he made his self at home. "You don't need to call me Mr, just Leon is fine." He smiled at me, and left. The last thing I heard was the door shut. He was gone. I wasn't sure whether to feel saddened or relieved. He had a similar face. Or, he could be the same man. But, maybe, that man hadn't killed my parents? Maybe my previous suspicions were all pointless, and my thoughts were correct.

I looked to the letter that Leon had brought over to me. It rested on a small coffee table in the hotel room. I walked over to the coffee table, sat down, and picked up the letter. It was pure white, sealed with a black circular sticker. The finger prints of my father remained on the sticker. I pealed the seal off, careful not to tear the package. Inside the envelope was a neatly folded letter. I took out the letter, placing down the envelope, and unfolded it.