Uncaged

I said no

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The muffled voices emanating from the television were oddly comforting. Accompanied by Alexander's hand which was running methodically through my thick hair, with his fingernails scraping lightly against my scalp. His slow, steady movement made my eyes involuntarily roll back to the whites before shutting, with no intentions of reopening. My head rested on his lap while the rest of me was curled up on my side.

Allison was firmly settled in between Collins's parted legs, with her back nestled comfortably against his chest and his hand planted high on the inside of her thigh. Dylan was sprawled out in peculiar angles along the far side of the couch, with one leg draped over the back and the other dangling off the side with his head tilted sideways on the couch cushion.

"Does she ever use her gifts on you in her sleep?" Collin questioned in a hushed whisper.

Alexander's hand increased in pressure, fisting in my hair for a brief moment before resuming its gentle message. His soothing, hypnotic voice answered in an equally hushed tone, "Yes, she does," pausing a for a beat before continuing, "She transfers a lot."

"mtramsfereghs?" What I assumed was Dylan asking with his mouth chalked to the brim with food.

Alexander blew out a disgruntled sigh before answering, "She transfers her emotions to me, images sometimes. Her gifts grow stronger the more she uses them it seems." Lux's chest puffed with pride, her chest rumbling with a contented purr. While I reeled from this new information, slightly disturbed. I needed to exercise my new abilities to learn how to control myself.

Collin's voice jumped an octave from excitement before catching himself, "Images!- sorry... does that mean you know where she was kept?"

He answered, "No," in a clear hard voice.

At his hostile tone, the questions ceased. Lux bristled at his irritated voice, silently urging me to offer some form of comfort. I too had tensed at the mention of my windowless prison. A shiver wracked through my body. At this, his hand drifted to my back and snaked underneath the hem of my shirt.

Fanning across the width of my lower back and injecting warmth deep into my muscles. I held in a smirk as I wiggled my hand under the side of his shirt and placed it gently unto his stomach. The muscles contracted, twitching under my fingers for a second before sinking back into place. I felt my abilities stir, calling out to me seductively, begging to be roused.

I concentrated, smiling as it ebbed and flowed through me. I opened my eyes to see Alexander gazing up, wide-eyed at the ceiling. His neck was titled backwards, turning from side to side.

"Jocelyn?" He spoke breathlessly in my mind.

Allison looked over at him with a confused grin.

I let him bask, uninterrupted in the illusion for a moment before speaking in his mind,"Can you see them?"

He continued to scan upwards, giving a jerky nod.

"They were the first thing I saw when I broke free. They were so bright and beautiful that I almost thought it was in my head."

I glanced over to see Collin's head turned curiously in our direction. My eyes travelled to the other side of the couch to find Dylan fixated on the flashing television screen. With a chuckle, I retracted my hand and let the image dissolve.

Only to jump at the sounds of cracking bones. Alexander shook himself from his illusion and whipped his head in Dylan's direction. Who's head was cocked to the side with his hand wrapped strategically around his chin. The tendons were taut, appearing on the verge of snapping. With one swift tilt of the head and thrust of the hand, cracks reverberated down the length of his spin.