Link Six (completed)

Chapter 5 - Changes

Colton's mom is inviting people over their house. His mom never invited people over the house. Not since a long time ago. Colton had known that inviting that psychiatrist into their lives would mess things up. That man was nosy.

At ten'o'clock last night he called and said that he had the perfect way to help Colton and Rhea. How about introducing them to some other freaks? One freak plus another freak equals a normal, just like how negative plus negative equals positive. Of course, the psychiatrist didn't use that exact wording, that would've been highly un-professional of him, but that's what Colton got from what he said. All of which, was a bunch of baloney, considering negative plus negative doesn't equal positive.

His mind flooded with memories he shared with his sister, alerting him to her presence. Colton closes his drawer, a bit roughly, and turns to look at her.

"You're upset, aren't you," Rhea comments, inviting herself in.

"Heh, how'd you know?" Colton replies.

"1, you're sending me bad memories, and 2, you're terrible at hiding your emotions," Rhea replied, counting off on her fingers.

"Sorry," Colton says, apologizing for the un-intentional flash-backs. His abilities worked like a sponge, absorbing the memories of everyone around him, and a fickle faucet, sometimes pouring out memories, other times not. What do you call someone who is both a sponge and a faucet?

"Colton, it's not like they're going to be monsters, they're kids, like us," Rhea tries to brighten her brothers mood. Colton was so guarded. Yes, both of them had reasons to be guarded, but that didn't mean they had to hate everything.

"They could be," Colton replied. Rhea narrowed her eyes at him in frustration.

"They are not," Rhea told him.

"How do you know?" Colton demanded.

"Mom's dream," Rhea explained. Last night, her mom had dreamed of two girls with flowing brown hair, angelic faces and voices like whispers in silk leading two kids, a girl and boy, with black hair that fell in ringlets (short on the boy, long on the girl) into a peaceful meadow. In the meadow the black-haired kids (most likely her mother's depiction of Rhea and her brother) started laughing and giggling and teaching things to the brown-haired girls. Then the brown-haired girls would sing to them in choir voices. In the end of the dream the two pairs went their separate ways, but both had halos over their heads.

Colton chortled. "Haha, little goddesses are going to come and bless us, sure," he remarked sarcastically. Rhea frowned; Colton had went into her head and saw her memory of the dream as she was flashing back. She didn't really mind, but she did mind him laughing at their mom.

"I didn't say I believed it, that's mom's dream," Rhea elaborates, fibbing a bit.

"You did. You always take dreams too seriously," Colton replies, rolling his eyes. Rhea opens her mouth to reply but is cut off by the doorbell.

"They're here," Rhea says, voice going quiet. She was nervous too.

"Shh," Colton shushes her. He walks to the top the stairs and crouches down next to the wall. He watches as his mother opened the door.