'Everything stung- and for a moment I didn't know if I would make it out.'
Elaine Summers was no regular girl.
She had the power to create and manipulate electricity. She was gifted from birth but she wasn't the only one with these sorts of gifts, t...
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Each charged particle in the air seemed to be screaming 'rain'.
I could feel the way the air would shift from dry to damp and the way the dry sky seemed to miss being clouded over.
I was sitting in the bed criss cross apple sauce just closing my eyes so I could take everything in. The rain would come in a few hours at the most.
Thomas was sitting across from me focused on the 'go fish' game we'd been playing for the past couple of minutes. I wonder if he would feel it coming too.
"Do you feel that?" I asked opening my eyes and turning toward his direction. He looked up searching my eyes like he could read my thoughts.
"The ever so slight shift in the air? Ya, I felt it about twenty minutes ago." He smiled setting his cards face down on the bed sheets. He tilted his head peering into my eyes, a mischievous grin stretched across his face.
"So, you can feel any type of electric charge?" He asked with curiosity laced in his voice.
I shrugged, "Technically everything holds some kind of charge, if I focused hard enough then yes." I answered smiling back at him, "I can even feel the energy that your power brings to the room." I added with a raised brow.
His blue eyes widened slightly and his smile grew larger than it was before.
"You are one dynamite gal."
* * *
Change is constant.
Yet some things seem to stay the way they've been for a long time.
For example: Matt's anger issues.
It was only about five in the afternoon, the rain had started to pour and Matt and Henry had returned.
They flew into my arms the moment they saw me conscious and alert, their worried tired eyes softened into complete relief.
But that only lasted for about ten minutes before Matt's anger started to boil in his blood.
"We've been here for a week in this house of yours, when do you plan on giving us some fricken answers." Matt growled lowly in anger.
They were surrounded around the bed in the small room that I'd been in since the accident. The dim light from the sun still lingered in the room with the rain sprinkling against the window.
I reached for Matt's hand squeezing it in attempt to calm him but his anger never faltered, although I hated Matt getting into arguments I couldn't help but want some answers too.
I looked up to Thomas, his face was emotionless with his eyebrows knit together creating a wrinkle between his eyebrows. His calm, cool and collected side was back, nothing like how he was with me.
"Well?" Matt's voice boomed through the walls and he only got worse as the seconds rolled by.
Thomas took a deep breath his steel blue eyes darting to all of our faces before he started to explain.
"My full name is Thomas Kavanaugh, son of Harrison Kavanaugh." He spoke, I was completely taken aback.
He was the son of the Harrison Kavanaugh? The man who is the leader of all the Extraordinaries, he's like the president-no even of higher power than him! I looked up towards Henry and Matt, both of their jaws dropping to the floor.
"Every four generations a boy in my family inherits a dominant gene, one that brings great power and authority to them. Whoever has this gene is destined to be the next ruler over the extraordinaries. Not only does this gene bring power and authority it also brings the gift of being connected to the soul in ways you won't understand. This includes the souls connection to its other half, the half that completes it." Thomas explained only bringing me into deeper confusion.
"And your telling us this for what reason exactly?" Henry asked.
Thomas's features softened slightly, his eyes connecting with mine. My body went rigid with goosebumps, not the goosebumps you get out of fear, they were more like the ones you get when you think of biting into cold ice cream.
