The candle in the old community centers basement had been lit for an hour now and didn't show a sign of dying out. The smell of a campfire emitted from the candle filled the dusty room. Not much light came in through the tiny windows on top the walls.. Most of the walls were covered in cobwebs and old pictures from when the old community center basement was actively used. Most looked as if they should've been taken down over century ago.
The door of the large room slowly creeped open as tall man entered it. His eyes searching the room as if they were looking for something. His hand feeling the wall for the lightswitch and once he found it the lights flickered on. Some of them not working, as if they died long ago only to await to be replaced. He dragged in a few chairs he had taken from upstairs setting up for his meeting.
"At least my candle had gotten rid of the dying smell in here." The man joked to himself.
He pulled out name tags all filled out in black sharpie. Neat, printed letters laid out on the white box sitting on each chair. He pulled paper from his bag heading upstairs to hang them up.
The room now sat empty once again. The meeting to start in only an hour
*****
"Its government issued Kacey. You have to go." The driver of the black BMW spoke to its passenger
The girl who had been gazing out the window the entire car ride turned to the driver. Her mother. "It doesn't seem fair Mother. I'm the only one of anyone I know that's here and this is not how I wanted to spend my Saturday"
"I'm sorry dear. Look at the bright side! Now you can make some friends just like you."
Just like you....like you... those words rang inside Kacey's head. She wasn't like her classmates, she was different. She knew that but now even her mother was pointing it out and not in the warm hearted way. Her mother knew she said something wrong and sighed. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean it like that. It's only that-"
"I know mom. Unlike the rest of my siblings or 99% of human population. I was born with a genetic disorder that gives me freakish inhuman abilities." The girl pushed the open the door of the BMW not wanting another word of the conversation. She wasn't in a good mood as it was.
A week ago the government sent out to families all over the world addressing this gene. One that they know about for generations. Anyone diagnosed with this gene was to be registered and required attend their distracts "support groups". This ensured they were to learn to control their powers and learn how to easily hide them and not get set off easily. Unlike the other three siblings Kacey Irvin had, she was the only one diagnosed with this condition. She probably some of the worst powers. She was able to manifest a dark version of herself but she wasn't able to control her other side. Her family thought this would been the best place for her to finally understand her darkself. The powers went by two names, soul self or astral projection. Maybe she will finally be able to understand her soulself.
Signs about the support group littered every hallway and door. 'Freaks and Weirdos Support Group Fridays 7pm Basement.'
"Seems hurtful huh." A voice spoke beside her making her jump and turn. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Guess you're also here for the meetings. I'm Grayson. Grayson Peters."
"Kacey Irvin." The girl replied.
"Well Kacey Irvin. Maybe we can find this room together."
