Eight and ancients

Chapter Five Destiny March 13, 2026

My fingers traced the word on the screen. A telekinetic's can move more than objects. Things such as bone, earth and sliver. Those are objects. Some lead small lives, other seem to show off as proven my character such as magneto from X-Men. But he was evil. And this is fake I'm real.

I stood up and wonder out to the back ally where I first got kidnapped weeks ago. Like always it was abandoned one brick wall too my left one chain link fence to my right. I put my hand against the wall and start. I concentrated on the brick under my hand, it was rough to the touch and cold as concrete. I pushed it out of the wall so it came out the other side like a Jenga block. I moved my hand to the left and concentrated on the new brick in front of me, slowly it also feel out the other side. I did this over and over again till there was no wall.

Then I stuck out my hand and tried to Picture the last brick I touched. I watch as it rose from the pile it has been laying in. Suddenly it was back on the ground building the foundation for the rest of the bricks. One by one I place the bricks back together, then again pulled them apart. If a priestsaw me he think I was Satan himself.

A small blue jay flew by and I stared to wonder if anyone else thought about this. Going out and the world and trying to control what power they now possessed, like how flying could save the world one day. At least that's what I have gathered from everyone is that eight teenagers are supposed to save and stop the apocalypse to put it lightly.

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I locked the door to my room. I picked up the bible I kept on my bookshelf and stared reading,
The four horsemen of the apocalypse come in four stages.
One War, pin the world against itself.
Two Plage, kill all those affected, kill the weak,
Three famine, make people hungry for what they want most, weather it be drugs, sex, or a type of food.
Four Death, kill all those touched.
But that was only biblical. There are almost 12,000 different types of apocalypse.

I had one last option.
"What are we trying to stop here?"
"The end of the world" I can't believe he answered.
"Yeah I get that but how.?"
"You need to figure that out yourself." Very helpful.

"Destiny, The guy with the dark blond hair his here to see you, Des open up."
"Be right there." I slipped on a bra, nice top, and jeans. I walked over to the the door and twisted the lock pulling the door back revealing a very mad Luna and a very hot Thorne.

His hair was wet, and had this shine to it. His smile shined in the sun spilling in through the window. And his eyes, god his eyes, the twinkled they way the gloss on a poster shines in the sun. The gold ring he alway wore shimmering in the sun light as he ran his hand through his hair. His shirt matched his darker washed jeans and black sweatshirt. And OH MY GOD I was mentally drooling over a guy.

Shaking my head so I could get back to reality, "so what are you doing here."
"Oh well uhh I saw the brick wall you picked apart."
"How did you know it was me, and not like a crane or something."
"A crane worker would take the bricks not leave then in a heap on the ground."
"Oh yeah. Well I need to find some way to control it right. Did you know objects buzz like a car motor.
"Did you know people can only whisper in there head, my mind is like continuous ASMR."
"Ouch you win." I small smirk appeared on his face. "Oh my god please sit." A small giggle escape my mouth.
"Ha thanks, I wanted to know how you were doing?"
"I'm okay I mean life is a little hectic but at least I don't have to hear the worlds thoughts. Speaking of how are you."
"I'm okay I mean really, the whispers can be hard and the people give me mean looks whenever I 'over hear' a dirty thought."
"You know I think that could be fun hearing every sex thought ever. WAIT have you ever read our thoughts."
"No, no I thought about it that's true but never tried."
"I thought you just kinda heard stuff."
"Sometimes, but now that I tried to learn how to use it, I can almost block it out." Thank god.
"Yeah I can't control much more that a brick but according to lore I could snap your neck with my mind." I almost laughed I could never think about killing someone this was a mix of a gift and a curse, but it was on me no one was going to get hurt from it.
"Really ever tried it?"
This time I did laugh, "oh god no, just bricks and a metal Easter decoration."
"Fun. I can't believe this is our life." I looked around at the room. I blue flowered wallpaper was peeling around the closet doors and the doors paint was dirty but everything seemed wonderful. Maybe a few holes in the wall,  it all in all it was home away from home.
"I don't think ours lives are too bad, just different."
"Whatever you say. Hey do you ever think we well hear from 'the ancient one" the air quotes were very prominent, "I mean like someone has to be our Yoda right?"
"Mmm I think he's more of a Castile."
"Who?" One of his eyebrows raised and his opposite eye ended up squinting.
I weird sigh and laugh mix came out of my mouth, "Yoda it is. And I have no clue maybe but maybe we have to save the world based on my knowledge of Tv and minimum karate skills." I smirk trying to think of how that would work.

In an instance the ground below us stared to violently shake. The few paintings I had on the wall falling off, a glass dolphin I had shattering on the floor after shaking off of the shelf. That I mentally cursed as I drop to the ground.
"Get to the doorway." I could hardly hear Thorne over things crashing around us.
"Is this and earthquake in Pennsylvania." He surged as we proper ourselves on opposite sides of the door to my closet. Pushing all of my body weight against the frame. Then it stop like all earthquakes do. I now knew one thing.

"It has begun." The voice of the ancient one resonating in my ear.