The Girl With Gifts

Chapter Thirteen

"Lyria," his voice boomed. I bit down on my lip as his boots pounded by, when he past and descended the stairs, i breathed out a sigh of relief. I had decided that i'd go against his orders, he had wanted me to help him with his problem and i had reluctantly agreed to help. Of course he had to persuade me as usual in front of the others, reminding them what happens when you do not listen or offer your services to begin with.

When the time had come to do what he had wanted me to do, i wasn't even in the house. Or the country for that matter. I had sat by the clock and waited for the perfect time to get myself out of there.

I focused on my heart beat, it beating at a slow rhythm. I cause friction between my hands making them into a claw shape before my eyes mixed from the pink and blue that they enjoyed being. With that my hands started moving round each other. Causing a little blue and pink ball to appear in front of me. To expand the ball i grab the top and bottom of it my eyes staying the pink and blue and pull. Before i quickly step through.

Now that i had come back, hours after being missing. He was looking for me. I had no where else to go and now he was going to punish me in front of everyone. I crawl from underneath the bed. Silently, taking off my shoes so it did not alert him to my walking. I tip toe to the stairs and start silently but quickly, walking down. When i manage to get down i B-line to the door but get pulled back harshly by a rough hand in my hair gripping my scalp. He pulls me back roughly and turns me to look at him. That face.

My eyes dart open. I shoot up in the bed, my hair clinging to my damp face. I grip the sheets as i take a deep breath. A dream, Lyria. It was a dream.

Silently, I walk around the base. My arms wrapped around myself. I kept my head down not wanting to look into people eyes, I did not want to see fear or pity from them. They had every right to fear me, I was a ticking time bomb. My power had gotten the better of me, manipulating me into blowing and who knows if that may happen again. My bare feet winced at the frosty floor, the tingles shooting up my leg begging me to return to the warmth of my bed. But I didn't want too, if I did I would have the nightmare again. Feeling this cold emptiness was better than having to re live that horror again every time I shut my eyes.

My eyes glanced up when I heard screams and people shouting welcome back. People were crying of joy at the right of this person. Hesitating for a brief second before moving towards them my arms now falling so I don't look unapproachable I move towards the happiness.

In the middle of this whole circle of crying people stood a boy. I shouldn't say boy. He was in his twenties at least. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder of a lightning bolt, I laughed at the ironicy. When I manipulate energy it sometimes appears as lightning bolts. He seems to have heard me chucked because his green eyes move to me. He pulls me into his strong arms, I wriggle away. Putting both my arms into his my eyes flashing white and giving him a shock so he lets me go. I look sternly at him before pushing my hair away. Who is this guy? Where did he come from.

Leo appears from behind me putting his hand on my shoulder as if he think I'm going to have a nervous break down. My eyes gaze down to the floor. This is still better than re living that horror. It has to be.

"This is the dude we saved Lyria," he whispers. "He's bulletproof."

My eyes gaze to Mr Bulletproof as I think of where I've heard about a bulletproof man before. My mouth open wide like I'm catching flies and when I see him smirking, I snap it shut and walk away. If he is a bulletproof person, how did he get caught? And where have I heard about him?

The dream replayed on repeat for five nights, I had finally had enough. With all my determination and confidence I walked into Deans office. I had not seen him since my little incident and he looked happy that I had finally come to see him. I guess he was waiting till I was ready which is kind of sweet. My eyes then trail over to Mr Bulletproof who is sat in the corner his hands clasps together with his eyes watching us like a hawk. Shaking off his gaze I returned my attention to Dean and why I had approached him in the first place.

I didn't realise how nervous I was until I felt tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I looked down confused thinking it was someone else but only saw my hand as the culprit. Bulletproof had an amused smile on his face where as, Deans had a little worry on his facial features. I took in how his chocolate eyes went a deep brown when worried about someone.

"I know the last time I went out was awful," I force out. Putting my eyes on bulletproof for some strange reason I blame him even though, it's my fault. "But I need to help you guys. With anything. Anything at all."