True Nature

Chapter #2

I'm standing in the doorway, one hand by my side, the other hanging mid-air. My mouth is gaping like fish gasping for air. My black eyes are wide, my body is completely frozen in shock. My mind is blank. I keep staring at the man sitting before me. Reaching his hand towards me, he places it on the bare skin of my forearm. Turning me, one hand on my back, we are slowly walking back towards the couch. Forcing me to sit, he places himself gingerly on the edge of the couch beside me. My gaze is locked on his hand. He isn't in pain! How can he not be in pain! My eyes flick back up and I look into his blazing blue eyes. The shock is showing in my eyes. Confusion distorts my face as I'm looking again at the hand on my bare skin.

"I told you, your gifts will not harm me. I have a gift myself." All I can do I stare at him blankly. My mind wandering over his use of the word 'gift'. This is no gift; it's a curse, something that has affected my life. Unable to touch another being.

"A gift? What you are calling a gift, I call a curse! I can't do anything! If I touch a person with my bare skin they die or if not are severely injured! How is this a gift?" My eyes are wide, my emotions running high as I stare at this man, this man who I do not know. He reaches out to me as I pull away from him. Holding my arm, he slides my glove off, placing his hand in mine. His eyes never leaving mine.

"You can control your gift. It doesn't have to be like this. If you want to, I can teach you. You would be able to touch other people, ensuring that you remain focused." I lock my gaze on his, my eyes hardening at this news. Nobody said I want to change. I want him out, I want him out now. My look must have conveyed my feeling as he stands up.

"I'm so sorry for intruding on your time. I have stayed too long and over stepped my boundaries, my sincerest apologies." Turning he walks towards the door, pausing and looking at me once more at the doorway. I am frozen on the couch. My skin is numb. Without knowing I am doing it, I walk to the trapdoor and go down. I walk to my punching bag, looking at it know that I could it so hard that it would fly to the other side of the wall and crash straight through it, so dropping to my hands and toes I start doing push ups.

"55, 56, 57, 58, 59 60," I'm counting to myself out loud as I hear the front bell buzz. Pushing against the floor with extra strength, I walk to the ladder, sliding my gloves on and walking to open my door. Looking through the security spot, I see that Jasper was back at my door.

"Please, Adrianna, I know you can see me, please open the door." I can't help but glare at the figure through the door, turning I walk away. He knocks again. If nothing else he is persistent. Ignoring the sound I head back down to my dungeon/gym. Picking up where I left off.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." I kept counting, finally reaching 40, which equalled 100 with the 60 I did before I had been rudely interrupted. Getting up, I start punching the bag hanging from the roof, held on by the strongest chains I had been able to find. 100 hundred punches later and I am climbing up the rope, reaching the top I freeze. Hearing a noise upstairs, it sounds like my door breaking down. Letting go of the rope, I land silently on the concrete floor, removing my leather gloves, I silently walk up the stairs. Watching for any movements and listening to try and find the person in my apartment. A figure appears at the top of the stairs, I launch myself at them, not caring who it is. Toppling to the floor, I raise my fist threateningly at the persons lying under me. As I'm looking down I find myself looking into the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I've seen those eyes before!

"Jasper! What are you doing?!" I scream at him, jumping up off him, panicking because my gloves are off. My powers enhanced in my rage. Looking at him in horror, I race back down to the dungeon, pulling the metallic lid closed over me. Flinging myself at my chains a race to put them on. The bone cracking pain starts in legs, and works its way up my body, causing me to fall to the floor. My body seizing my muscles, curling me in to a shaking ball on dark room's floor. My vision fails me, my hearing leaves me; the first time in months; my skin prickling at the electricity in the enclosed room. I feel a hand touching my skin, the hairs on my arm standing upright at the contact, my body's pain needs to escape. I open mouth. A blood curdling scream fills the air.