Young Blood (PART ONE OF THREE)

Liar, Liar

25. Liar, Liar

Selena had spent four years putting on the façade of an art teacher, she wasn’t going to give it up just yet. Although, the war could use an ending and it was high time she got access to her full extent of powers.

Goddess. She liked that.

She fed off the words, the worship, they kept her at the school because it was amusing to watch all these children question her, doubt her. But they didn’t know anything. When they’d left, she relaxed and she sat down at her desk and tapped her fingers on the armrest connected to her seat. Selena thought Sophie was smarter than that, smarter than to believe every word someone said.

Selena had spent centuries perfecting her techniques, hiding away disguised as both Gifted and human.

Hm. She wondered if they would be so kind as to help her release her powers, to help her return to normal. She smiled and ran her hands through her long hair and closed her eyes.

All the possibilities. Oh just think, with powers as grand as Sophie’s as well as her own, how much damage could she do? Would Sophie being willing to help her, though? Did she believe in Selena enough to help her, or would she ask someone else?

Someone else, Selena confirmed. Without a doubt, Sophie knows how powerful she can be and she would certainly never give up even a small fraction of that.

Perhaps these beings had grown too fond of being abnormal. That hadn’t been the plan all that time ago, but what does it matter? The textbooks, the biographies, they all said the same thing.

“We are created out of love, to help the humans,” Selena quoted aloud an unfortunately inaccurate history book she’d recently read out of curiosity. It was interesting to see these people make assumptions based off of simple artifacts or “simple logic”. Simple beings is more like it, she mused.

But helping humans? After all the things they had done to themselves and to the world, Selena would never create the Gifted to help them. The Gifted were there for a very selfish reason, a reason Selena was even ashamed to admit herself.

She’d even made her own son a Gifted, and look where that got him. Her son was thrown out by his father, nearly murdered by the man.

Selena had lived and died countless times, she’d fallen in love before, and once she even married and tried to live a normal life but look at her now.

She was a coward, hiding in a vaguely human body, fueled by her own anger and hatred to everyone and everything around her. She opened her eyes and looked around the art room, then smiled wickedly.

Fine, if Sophie wanted Selena back to her normal self, then she’d get just that.