Rise

Chrystal - The Telekinetic

Part I

"Chrystal. Baby open the door." A young man with dark curly chestnut hair was leaning against the closed door to the small cobblestone house on the end of the street.

"You're not coming back in here, ever. Just go away, leave me alone." The response echoed from the other side of the door. "Never come back."

Justin walked around to the window and looked in. Chrystal was sitting on the ground in the middle of the room. He scanned the room for another way in and tested the window he was currently at. It wouldn't budge, he pushed harder and the window made a cracking noise but still refused to give any. Chrystal looked up hearing the noise and zoned in on the window. The blinds slammed shut as her glowing purple eyes met Justin's own hazel eyes

He backed away from the window quickly hearing all the doors lock and the window blinds shut. There was a slight blur around the doors and windows, almost as one would see when looking at the space over a fire or coming off of a roof in the summer heat. Almost an aura of energy on the objects.

Justin lined himself up with the door, took roughly ten steps back, locked his shoulders just like at practice, and sprinted full speed into the door, his shoulder making contact and jarring it from the wall. He and the door fell flat into the building with a loud thud and a large gust of wind moving Chrystal's hair.

"I said get out! I don't want you in here ever again!" She began to stand up, her eyes getting brighter as she did. "You can either get up and leave on your own, or I can make you. Your choice, ten seconds."

"Baby can't we just talk about this, I didn't me-"

"Seven."

"Babe, you know I wouldn't eve-"

"Five."

"Chrystal, I'm sorry. I would never do anything that makes you uncomfortable on purpose."

"Two."

"Give me one more chance please."

"No." As if on queue Justin was thrown from the building onto the lawn in the front yard. "Next time you won't land, in one piece at least."

Justin got up, dusted off his pants and walked to his car. As he got to it, he saw a blur around the car. "No, no no no. Please no." He turned towards the window pleadingly. A high pitched scraping rang in his ears as the paint from hood to trunk of his cherry red Mustang peeled back and the metal got three long distinct scratches in it. Along with several cracks in the windshield and windows.

He got in slowly, started the car, and as he drove away he shot his middle finger into the sky. With that gesture, the driver side mirror dropped to the ground.

Chrystal walked away from the window grinning slightly to herself. She made it to the couch, her eyes going from a bright glowing purple to their usual deep blue. Followed by a bloodshot red as she broke down into tears. The picture of her and Justin she had on the mantle shattered, as did the kitchen window, the light bulb in the ceiling fan, the vase on the dining room table, and her childhood glasses resting on the mantle as well.

The phone rang, she ignored it waiting for the machine to click on. With the distinct click the message could be recorded, a deep voice filled the room.

"Chrystal, I need you to wipe your eyes and answer the phone," the voice had a twang to it and flowed almost like music, "It's very important, please pick up."

With a large sigh and a loud sniffle she wiped her eyes and walked to the phone. "He-"

"Ah yes, thank you for answering me. You see, you may not know me, but I have seen what you can do, and I need you to join me here."

"And why-" she cleared her throat, "And why should I do that exactly?"

"Because I know you need help controlling that little gift of yours. And I have a team of people that know exactly how that little spectacle of your mind works. My team will have a car at your house in the morning, bring whatever you can't live without."

*Click*

She hung up the phone and slumped down onto the couch, "Well, looks like I'm leaving this old place. Bout time." she smiled to herself and got up heading towards her room with a backpack. "Time to pack up."