Recruit

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

I only passed out for three minutes. Bruce tells me I was just over stimulated. And that he called in Steve to help with my training, he thinks having someone I'm comfortable with would help a lot.

"Steve, what're you doing here?" I greet him happily.

"Bruce figured I wouldn't track down where a private jet would take me." Even though I should recover for a little bit, we jump straight back into work.

Bruce was able to thermally translate my emotions. The images are practically a rainbow. Blues and reds mix with greens and yellows. The same goes for energy.

Then long ass scientific explanations make both Steve and my heads hurt. So instead of spending the day recovering (like I really should), we get straight back to work, under my aggressive insistence.

Bruce puts me under stressful scenarios, forcing me to push my powers to the max. I suppose this allows him to observe some kind of spectrum. After nearly an hour and a half of this, he thinks he has all of the information he needs.

Then, while I eat some much needed food, he configures all the data into imagery. More beautiful, surprisingly unsurprising colors dance around me. Nothing expected, but still it's amazing.

A few hours after then sun sets for good, I manage to restlessly sleep. But one of my weirdest dreams yet, plagues my slumber. It's all very 200 B.C. Greece. Flowery air, shimmery skin, and bright sun. I stand over a girl with red hair and white skin, leaning on a silver sword in from of armored Romans.

"You will do no such thing! I forbade it!" I command, authority in my voice.

"You know what must be done, Zenobia, she must be killed." A deep voiced man says.

"Kallisto is under my protection, I urge you to jest with me not, I am a force, not one to be reckoned with."

"You, nor your Gods arouse fear in us." Another guard tries to sound strong but his voice shakes.

"So you've heard the stories? Of the ...'Wielding Women'?" A ask, slinkily.

"Children's fables!" A guard shouts.

"Oh, let us not be so...dismissive. The tail of the 'Women Who Wields'. It is said, Zeus had a child- a daughter; Euthalia. Achelois, her mother, the Moon Goddess, gave her the gift of purity and clarity; she gave her the a ability to create. Her father gave her a sword, to protect her mothers gifts."

"But the girl was gentle, honest, and, above all, peaceful. Zeus wanted to test her. He wanted her to use his sword. But his daughter refused to kill, she was too kind of heart. Instead of taking life, Euthalia created it. She made a weapon with a heart, she made a woman."

"This women had a backbone, she was born to not only protect the Daughter of Zeus, but to be her friend. She was given the power to heal and bring life. Also sword and was allowed to name it. She called the blade Omani, saying it meant 'Power of the Heavens'."

"Her protector did exactly as she was suppose to, she killed all those who tried to harm Euthalia, which turned into all those who tried to get close to her. Growing lonely, Euthalia snuck away with a secret love, and he gave her a child."

"Euthalia tried to reason with her protector, when her love grew ill. She wanted her to heal him, but he died first. In guilt, the protector swore to keep safe their lineage, until she herself found the love Euthalia had, and she lost him the same."

"From her strength and power of this promise, she was given a name. A name that meant 'Life of Zeus'. Her name was Zenobia." I look up at the guards with glowing white eyes.

"The legends, they are true." The guards begin to shout.

In seconds, I take all of the seven men out. Thus saving my Kallisto, and telling her the story of her first mother.

"All decedents of Euthailia are under the protection of Zenobia-" I bow on my sword to her "-my lady, Kallisto."

Then, I wake up. Once again Keegan, but still feeling like the protector, Zenobia. After getting some water and shaking a strange emotion off myself, I get very little sleep until morning. What in the shit kind of dreams am I having now?

"Keegan?" Bruce waves his hand in front of my a little.

"Hmmm?"

"I said, did you sleep last night, but I guess not." He repeats himself.

"Sorry, not really, no. Well... Kinda. I had a weird ass dream." I explain.

We talk for a bit about everything and nothing. After a while I start to feel kind of crappy. A lonely sort of empty accompanied with a disembodied longing for something unknown. With dread, I suggest we start working.

The loneliness follows me all day, and only slightly subsides when Bruce has Steve and I join him for afternoon meditation. Bruce tries to coach me into a place of mind where I can only feel peoples energies. It takes an embarrassingly long time. I have to make myself completely calm, and relaxed (which isn't something I'm good at). When I do, I find it's very relaxing. I can only tell Bruce and Steve apart from their moods, I can feel their moods.

Bruce then tries to communicate his findings with me.

"Your power comes from you." He tells me, excited.

"Yeah...? We knew that."

"No, we didn't. Not in this way, at least. Your power isn't from any outside force, it's yours. Okay, we talked about Thor. His power is Asguardian from Mjölnir, with out Asguard his hammer is useless, thus rendering Thor practically useless if he didn't have separate abilities... Anyway! You're power, isn't tied to anything like that-"

"What about the energy?"

"Good point! Yes you use that energy, but you don't depend on it. If those forces were to 'die' you could still draw energy from the surrounding environment with little to no difference. So, with that in mind, let's play."

I spend the rest of the day trying to manipulate energies. Feeling them, moving them, adding to, taking from, everything. He teaches me to absorb the energy of objects, using the example of a bullet. If I can absorb the kinetic ability of a bullet, it'll tap me about as as hard as a house fly could.

Every so often Bruce stops me and gives me a mini physics lesson. In the end, I feel pretty good at it all. I can stop a softball fairly quickly, and almost push that energy back at it. Bruce seems a little... Shocked; almost worried, at house fast I take to it.

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I'm rewatching Supernatural. I'm on season two right now and it's so painlessly painful. Omg my poor boys.

I won't be able to update next week, sorry my dudes. Love you guys!