The People with Useless Power

Chapter Seven

"Light is easy to love, Emily. Go on. Show them your darkness."

[A/N: So, one of my best friends read my story and told me two things:

"[Name], your chapters are like mini stories. They have too many ups and downs." That's how my English/Creative Writing teacher taught me to write, sWEETIE.

Another thing is, "Add more of those things at the bottom. They're funny." I think she was talking about my author's notes. Or my unnecessary cliffhangers.

Well, thanks to her, here you guys go: a chapter with no action in it at all. Well, some. Enjoy!]

Emma crawled into bed and closed her eyes, and Emily laid back down, giving her some space. "It's been, what, 5 minutes?" she whispered.

Emma turned and nestled into the silk pillow. "It's been 3 hours. I'm sorry, but I get... I dunno... anxious."

Emily nodded and closed her eyes again. "I get it. Now, let's get to sleep, training is in the morning."

"Whoop-dee-doo."

...

Emily woke up easily the next morning, stretching her muscles before slipping out of the bed and walking into one of the bathrooms. The stone floor froze her toes as she walked to the middle of the room, where the large, square tub sat. Emily slipped into it as she started the hot water and watched it fill up, relaxing her muscles, and she looked at the clock: midnight.

Perfect.

She dried herself at 12:30 am and wrapped herself in her robe, but then realized that she didn't have any clothes to change into. She walked back over to Emma's bed and gently shook her awake.

"Emma," she whispered, "I have nothing to wear."

"Me neither," she grumbled in her sleep, opening her eyes just so she could wink. Emily rolled her eyes, not getting the joke at all.

"Do you just flirt all of the time?" she grumbled. "Emma, Emma, I need to borrow your training outfit."

"Closet," she mumbled. "Today is my off day."

Emily nodded and took out a training uniform, and she slipped it on. It surprisingly fit her, hugging her waist perfectly. She smiled and started to find her way to the training room.

As she walked in, she saw Vincent and Grayson already there, as usual, but Mara was in between them instead of Emma, and she was holding her own gun. The trainees were stiller than usual.

"Ah, Emily, nice to see you. I've heard that Emma forgot to introduce you, didn't she?" Mara nodded in my direction, but no one dared to move. "Come on over, sweetie, and tell us all about yourself."

Emily trudged over and stood in front of the trainees. Their eyes reflected sympathy, and some had flickers of amusement stirring in them.

"I'm Emily," she said gruffly, hiding her eyes with her hair. She started to walk to the line, but Mara grabbed her by her hair, yanking her back. "I can change percentages," she mumbled.

"Louder," Mara hissed.

"I CAN CHANGE PERCENTAGES," she yelled, and giggles erupted across the long line of trainees. Everyone laughed except for the woman with purple hair and dimmed, purple eyes in the middle, who just deadpanned her. Lavender.

She bit her lip, and Mara pushed her to join the line.

"Emma's out today because she's a lazy bum," Mara flickered her eyes over to Emily, expecting her to seethe with anger, and she wasn't disappointed, "so I'll be your main trainer for today. I see that some of you have forgotten to leave your ego at the door, so, Emily, you better train hard." Emily blushed and glowered, and Grayson tried hard to hold back his laughter (which shone through perfectly), while Vincent just snickered openly.