Butterflies

Chapter 8 - Lucy

Picture of Bailee Madison as Rihanna.

Chapter 8 - Lucy

"What we need to do now is see as many of the powers as you can," Ella had a professional, blank face on again.

"Isn't that cheating?" Surely it was still spying without others permission, wasn't it?

"Not at all. There are barely any rules as it is, let alone anything as petty as spying. Start off with Lucy the Physicist." Olivia had seen her before, but only briefly. Still, she tried her hardest to picture her. Opening her eyes again she was looking down at a pink padded room just like her own. Lucy sat on the floor with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees. Her eyes were closed and no one else was in the room except for an instructor.

"Try moving this, Lucy," a cup appeared out of the darkness swirling on the instructor's hand. She set it on the floor in front of Lucy and stood against the far wall, inside a shelter of shatter proof glass. She shut the door behind her and called, "Okay."Lucy hadn't moved yet. Her muscles suddenly tensed and the cup started to shake. Slowly and carefully, it rose up into the air. "Try spinning it. Slowly, remember." Speeding up, the cup started to spin above Lucy's head. It made a circle around her as it spiralled to the ground under perfect control. "Keep going..." At the sound of the instructor's voice, the cup rose... And then it smashed going all over the floor. Lucy burst into tears and ran out of the room. The instructor spun her finger in front of her from the floor to the ceiling as she stepped out of the shelter. An image made of light appeared in front of her.

"We thought you'd never call," muttered a cold, croaky voice. "But here you are. I am assuming the girl is unfit for the job?"

"She can move things - yes - but not to a suitable standard. She dropped a cup, and instead of trying again, she just ran out of the room crying."

"Thank you. The information is greatly received. You do know what will need to be done?" the image asked in a questioning tone.

"Yes. I believe you will sort that out however. Am I correct?"

"Indeed you are. You are dismissed." The instructor looked down at the floor as the image dissipated her face full of emotions. The regret started to set in, and Olivia prepared to leave.

The last thing she heard was, "what have I done?"