Black Light

Chapter 2

"It's black! It's pure jet black!"

"For god's sake Peter, first restrain her! She'll hurt herself!"

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

"But Michael, I cannot fly! I'm not even powerful enough to get her down!"

"Will somebody fucking stop this?"

"Alright, Orra, please try to calm down. Try to... to take that energy back in. Relax, try and feel normal!" Michael exclaimed.

"Oh to hell with you and your normal! I was normal before I met you! And now- OUCH!" I bumped my head on the ceiling, and I was just kinda dragging myself around the roof. 

"You know what, how about you aim your hands at the ceiling so it pushes you down?" 

That actually made sense. Until I did it and the energy made me fall back on the ground with a ridiculous amount of force. I swear to god...

"There you go - Peter, the bandage. Quick!"

Peter rushed up to me and covered my hands with some sort of a bandage that stopped the god damn black light. 

"Oh my god.." I gasped, trying to catch some air.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked.

"I want out. Whatever the hell this is, I want out! Kill me if you have to, but for fuck's sake, get me out of this!" I cursed. This didn't seem so cool any longer - I'd rather not have my own hands kill me!

"Orra, I know you're angry, and I'm sorry that we weren't prepared. But no one has ever had black light till now - we could honestly not imagine the power of it. No one has ever been able to fly, at least not in their first try. Please relax, it will be okay. We'll train you to use your powers."

"Oh fuck you and your freaking training. I'm leaving." I muttered, getting out of the room. I walked around until I reached an elevator. The building seemed to have no doors, and the only ones I'd found were locked. Maybe I could jump off the top of the building. I got into the elevator, pressing the top floor button.

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The roof was surprisingly... calm. There was a garden, and it was all so beautiful. I sighed, sitting down on one of the benches. All of this was so weird - it didn't seem real. I didn't want it to be real.

"You okay?"

I looked up to find Travis. Oh, so he's not mute.

"Yeah well, I don't talk too much these days - you aren't the first to think I'm mute."

Did I just say that out loud? Shit.

"Sorry," I muttered, embarrassed. "And yeah, I'm fine. Only if you don't count the fact that all these beams out of hands thing is really not going down well with me. I freaking bumped my head on the ceiling!"

"You what- you flew? In the first freaking try?"

"Yeah?"

"Wow.. what- what color is it?"

"The light out of my palms? Black."

"Oh my god."

"What is it?"

"No one's had black light before, Orra."

"Yeah, Michael told me that much."

"So does that mean you're the Onyx?"

"The what?"

"Never mind. I'm sure Michael will let you know when it's time."

I nodded, and looked away. I still didn't want to be here, I wanted out. 

"Hey, don't cry. It's going to be fine, you know."

He took me into his arms, and for the first time since I'd been here, I let myself relax. 

"I know how you feel, I died - I mean woke up - only a couple of weeks ago." He said.

"Oh, wow. Where are you from?"

"London."

"That's nice." I smiled. "Explains the accent."

He laughed.

"So how did you die?" I asked.

He sighed, looking at his hands. Guess remembering the way you died was never a pretty feeling.

"It was a beautiful day, and I was out in the park playing with my daughter - that's right, I was a teen parent and I'm not ashamed of it. Isabella was the best thing that happened to me. We were having so much fun when all of a sudden, she ran out after her kitten towards the road, and there was a car coming fast. I did what I had to - she is alive, so is her kitten - but the car took my life, and here I am."

"I'm so sorry." I gasped. 

He gave me a small smile, rubbing my shoulder. "So, do you wanna go explore this building?"

I nodded, jumping up on my feet. "Can't we get out of it?"

"No, at least not until our training is complete. Michael tells me he'll let me off in a few more weeks, and it will probably take longer for you."

I sighed in disappointment - I was always an outdoors person, and living inside a building for weeks did not bode well with me.

Travis led me to another box like room, much like the one I had been in earlier, sans the apples. 

"That's one of the training rooms - the basic one. It's used to help you get accustomed to your power. You'll probably be seeing a lot of this room for the next week, before you move on to this one," he said, opening another door. "This room is more advanced, with the props to help you focus and control the light. Like that boxing bag right there - you use it like a normal boxing bag, except that instead of your fists, you use your light to punch it." 

Suddenly, an alarm on Travis' watch went off.

"Oh well," he muttered. "Gotta go train. I'll see you around I guess."

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So I know it's not very long and that I have totally broken my promise of updating more often, but well, what can I say, I've been busy. Anyway, happy new year everybody! What are your resolutions? I'm guessing mine should be to write more often. I'll try.

Hope you're enjoying the book so far, and have a great year ahead. 

2017, please don't fuck up like 2016.

Bye.

-Isandra

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