Gifted

My eyes struggled to focus on things around me, and I knew I was close to passing out. My body resisted my commands to get up, I needed to get up but I couldn't.

"Giving up so easy, Dev?" Karson sneered from above me. I panted hard and forced myself to my feet. My body protested and I felt the guard I had on my mind waver. He was right there, attacking my mind with forceful blows.

"Stop," I say, and I feel my body tremble. I had two minutes left of this hell filled torture, and if i could just not fail, my life would be that much better.

"Awh, the baby begs for mercy," he says and lunges at me. I throw up a weak psychic shield in front of me, and it slows him down before he crashes through it and on top of me.

His fist slams into my face once, then again and I whimper taking in air to my aching lungs. Bringing my knee up between us, I press it hard into his chest and roll, tossing him off me with some effort. I get to my feet and conjure a psychic shield between us. The countdown ticks as he gets to his feet. 5... He gets up... 4.... He runs toward me... 3... He slams into my shield... 2... The shield breaks... 1.... He slams into me. The buzzer sounds as he slams into me and I nearly sob with relief. He gets off me before kicking me hard in the side. I moan lightly and my head pounds in the worst way. Forcing my way to my feet, I get up and limp towards the locker room. Everywhere people glare at me as they brush past me to the locker rooms.

"Hey, Red! I think you've got the wrong locker room!" One of Karson's god awful friends says. I flip up my middle finger in the general direction of the person but then I'm shoved into the wall. I gasp in pain but try my best not to let it show on my face.

"Look, just because you got into the damn school doesn't mean shit," the guy, Bleu, I think his name is, spits at me. "You, no matter how 'tough' or 'strong' you are, are still a fucking girl. You will never belong here, and I hope to god you meet your match and quit." He pushes me further into the walls and then turns to go finish putting his clothes on and I walk with my head down to the back of the locker room.

"Your names Devon, right?" A voice asks just as I strip off my shirt. I stiffen, hoping that the person is nice enough to not make me turn around.

"Look," I say unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my legs, my back to the person, "I get that I'm new and shit, but please just leave me be."

The voice laughs and I put on a shirt and tug on some jeans. "I'm not like Karson and those shit heads."

I turn to come face to face with a tall, lean guy with solid black hair and eyes a shade of pink that only powerful psychics contained. My eyes mearly glowed the color at this point, but when I was rested they mirrored his.

"Anyway, sorry that you have to put up with them. It must be hard being the only girl in an all guys school."

I glare at him and grab my bag before turning swiftly on my heel away from him. He follows me closely and I feel myself regaining strength as the gift slowly fixes my wounds.

"Devon, i just want to talk!" He says and I slam into a psychic wall I assume he put up. I turn and feel my hands itch with the desire to send him flying across the room.

"Look," I say low and menacingly, "I don't need a friend at this school, and I'm sure you don't want me endangering your status here so leave me alone."

He looks wounded, but at this point I don't care. I run into his field again and I turn to him. I focus on the area outside his field and close my eyes, picturing myself on the other side of it. My eyes drift now, tired as I open my eyes to be on the other side of the field. I stumble off down the hallway as he gapes at me.

"You just teleported," he says in awe, and I just nod tiredly. "You're something else, Devon." He calls after me as I get to my door, pushing it open.

"Damn it!" He calls and I hear his foot steps pound the floor close to my door before I slam the door shut, flipping the lock.

I strip off the clothes I'd been wearing previously, taking off the binder I'd been wearing to try to fit in. My gift flexes around me, healing some of the worse bruises.

Before I had started Ravenwood, I had thought that I was some sort of weird freak, because no one had explained to me how gifts worked. Later I found out that I was sort of weird in a way, besides getting put into an all boys school, I was powerful. Most people who had powers and gifts only had one of each; I, however, have two powers and one gift.

People would always look at me strange because of the way my eyes glowed, but since coming to Ravenwood the people looked at me as though they were scared. I was way behind the rest of the people here at Ravenwood, I was not only a girl, but wasn't as experienced in the field of hand to hand combat. I'd already been to the Nurse three times for broken bones because I'd block or hit wrong, no big deal with the gift I had.

I pulled on a regular bra, just for the off period I had for the next hour, before turning on the alarm for an hour. I was spent and my gift worked faster when I was rested. It didn't take long to fall asleep, drifting away to a much needed bliss.