Chapter 8

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(Picture of Zack)

I felt happy after my short time with Abbi. She had a certain aura to her.

I started down the hallway when I felt an unbearable ringing sound through my ears. I stumbled to the wall next to me for support and slid down, trying to keep my composure.

The ringing only got louder as images of Abbi and the orange haired boy from breakfast the day before flashed before me.

A particular vision had left me mortified. A girl was sprawled out on a table, a blinding white light hanging above her. She looked as if she could be a teenager, she stood out in what seemed like an eerie abandoned doctors office. 

She wasn't fully there, dazing around slowly. Suddenly the door creaked open and a tall man stepped out from the darkness holding a clip board. "Now, I'm going to give you a second chance little one."

She rolled her head to the side and smiled, her voice scratchy,"I'm not telling you anything".

The man chuckled under his breathe,"After I'm done, you won't open up that pretty mouth of yours  ever again." he walked over to a steel table and strode back over, scalpel in hand, a devious smile upon his face.

And the moment the blade touched her neck I was pulled out of this daze and came back to the reality of things. 

I felt my hands shake, she looked like Abbi. I didn't want to think about it, it seemed like when I closed my mind I could still see her, hear her tired voice.

I walked down the hallway, rubbing my arms before turning the corner and opening the marble door. He was asleep in his chair, newspaper over his eyes as his heavy breathing filled the room.

I strode over to his desk, sitting down politely and folded my hands in my lap. I cleared my throat. But to my surprise it didn't even make his breath hitch. 

I walked over to Mark who was still fast asleep and gently took the newspaper from his eyes. He looked extremely at peace, but it didn't stop me from lightly touching his hair. "Hey, I need to talk to you." I tried to be quiet but firm at the same time as his eyes fluttered open and smiled up at me.

An awful feeling settled in my chest after my fingers touched him. Something didnt feel right about it.

"Good morning".

"I don't know why this is so hard to say, before I came in here I had a plan before I met with anyone else to tell you." I looked down at my hands and fiddled with them. 

He looked up at me from his chair, "What is it? You can tell me anything Kai." I spoke fast to get the worry off my mind as fast as I could, "I've been having visions or I guess they are memories but I don't know what to think of them, they're strangely disturbing, they also seem to give me migraines."

He didn't seem reluctant to answer rather quickly and wouldn't look me directly in my eyes but past me at the wall, "That was just one of your many gifts. Before you lost your memory, you were just beginning a new skill and that was just something that, not to be frank, but benefited yourself rather than the team, and it only worked on people you knew closely, almost never on strangers. I don't know how to explain it and I'm sorry but for reasons of my own I can't tell you my thoughts before you've regained your whole memory." 

I looked into his eyes with dissapointment. I felt so lost and to be told I have to do this on my own terrifies me even more. "Thank you for letting me know."

It was the only thing that came to mind and with that I left. I knew there were still people I had to talk to.

And since I have to do this on my own I might as well try, I'm not helpless. I could do this. The sudden boost of self confidence was encouraging to my spirit.

My only problem now is finding them.

A loud grumble arose from my stomach and I laughed at myself, walking down the stairs that led to the kitchen where I found the orange haired boy munching away in the open room near the kitchen, viciously playing a video game. 

I smiled at the sight and grabbed a pear from the bowl on the counter, walking to the doorway watching him intently. A familiar feeling came over me and a few scenes of me and him in this room danced in my head.

"Hey, Zack." I invited myself in and sat on the floor next to him, he never broke concentration that was forced into this loud game he was playing. "Hey Kai, what's up dude?", I giggled at his attitude "Nothing much, mind if I join?", He paused and laughed at me "Since when have you ever won?"

I scoffed," I don't have to win to totally destroy you."

"You're totally wack, but I accept your challenge, prepare yourself peasant."













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