New: Powers

New: Powers (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6: I am undecided

Clay loosened his headlock. "That's impossible! I can't be a frickin petal of a frickin flower!" he protested. I took the chance, "Let's see." I snapped my fingers and a flame ignited on each of my fingertips. The fire spread to my hands. Once the flame reached the end of my hand, I twisted my wrist, and the fire lifted from my hands into a ball in midair. "I didn't know you could do that!" Bri exclaimed. "Me neither." I hurled the ball of fire at Clay. It impacted with his body an spread. Clay's expression stayed the same. His skin wasn't burning."That doesn't work," he told me. He mirrored my actions from before, and hurled his ball of fire at my face. It crashed onto me, and spread to my entire body. It felt sort of nice. "So, Clay," I said to Bri, still in shock. "Is my twin brother?" Bri nodded. "I can't believe you kissed me!" I realized my mistake as soon as I said it. "He did what?" Connor asked. "You kissed me!" Clay corrected. "Only because you wouldn't shut up until I did!"

I took a deep breath. I felt a little sick to my stomach. "I need some air," I announced. I ran out and hopped onto my pod.

I rode my pod all the way to my room on the Dorm floor. I could hear Bri's pod following me. Clay was my brother. Clay was my freaking brother. What is life anymore? I ran to the elevator and Bri followed me silently. As I was waiting, she put her arm around me. "It's okay. I know he's not exactly your ideal brother, but you guys are going to be okay." The elevator doors opened, and we rode down. "Look Bri, there's something I never really got the chance to tell you." I told her that he was the guy from the cave that I had said was a jerk. I told her about the interrogation, and I told her about training. When we got inside the room, we sat down on our beds. Brianna Wayne was speechless. "I didn't know he was that bad," she said after a long while. I tried to take my mind off of Clay by admiring our room. It was slightly unusual, but each side was comforting to us. Bri's room was painted green and decorated with trees and lanterns. The green slowly faded into my teal side of the room. I had a queen sized bed, and my bed sheets were black. I had a large blanket that was white and soft. A thin white veil surrounded my bed. I had two beside tables, and each one had a red lava lamp on top of it. A lava fall was positioned in the corner of my room, next to my desk. I had a corkboard of all of my favorite pictures. Pictures of my mom, pictures of my dad, pictures of them together, pictures of me and Bri. My latest one was a strip from the photo booth at an arcade that Connor and I went to on Halloween. He was a zombie, and I wore a white tank top covered in fake blood. In the first picture, we were smiling. In the next one we were kissing. In the last one, Connor was pretending to bite my neck. I had a flat screen TV and a mini fridge. I had posters of a few bands and a few of Taylor Swift. I even had a small bar area with really cool chairs in case anyone else came to my room. There was a really big open space on the floor. Our room was gigantic. I was admiring the pictures of me and Connor when someone came out of the elevator. Clay looked at Bri first. "Allison, I need to talk to you." She pointed to me. "That's Allison. I'm Bri."

Clay sat down in one of the stools by the bar. "This is a cool room. I like your lava fountain."

"Thanks."

There was silence. "Bri, could you wait outside for a second? I need to talk to Allison. Alone, please," Clay asked. Bri squinted her eyes and slowly walked to the door. She made the "I've got my eye on you" signal and left.

"So... You're my sister."

"Yeah. But this doesn't change anything. You're still a jerk."

"Allison, this changes everything! I'm sorry for being a jerk to you. You'd never understand."

"Why would I not understand?"

"Because when we were given away, you were lucky. You were given to a nice family, and you had parents. I got sent to the orphanage. I hated it. All the other kids and parents that came to interview me thought I was a freak just because I could light on fire."

Now I felt a little bad. I was teased when I was younger too. But my parents helped me control my fire. He was still a jerk, though."I ran away from the orphanage a few years ago. I got myself a reputation, and I tried to hit on girls. But no matter how many fell in love with me, it never felt right. I never had a family, and I never had anyone who loved me no matter what. Now I do," he said looking at me. "And I don't want to lose you. I don't want to live the rest of our lives fighting because I was an asshole to you. All I can do right now is hope you'll forgive me. I really am sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I'll make it up to you, I promise." I knew he couldn't be trusted. But I also knew he wasn't lying. "I don't know. I need time," I said after a while. "Well when you make up your mind, I'll be waiting."