Power Lust

Chapter Two

The flight to Canada was long and tiring. Ash spent most of it asleep, while I spent most of the time sitting there staring at the small television screen on the back of the seat in front of me, flashing movie titles and ads for shows that might be vaguely interesting, but not worth the money it'd cost to watch them. Halfway through I began to feel like my stomach was trying to do backflips, and I had to make a mad grab for the vomit bag in the seat pocket. I spent the rest of the flight feverish and sweating, clutching a brown bag made of way-to-thin paper that smelled of bile. I dozed off for a few minutes towards the end of the flight, but was rudely awakened when Ash yelled at me to look out the window at Québec city as we flew over it. One look out and I had to utilize the vomit bag again. We landed a half hour later.

Jess found us almost immediately after we got off the plane. She saw me looking disgustingly sick and grabbed my arm, making everyone in the crowd step aside to let us through to baggage claim. Jess is... special, to say the least. She's telepathic, like Fiona, but Jess is much more powerful. She can read minds and project thoughts into the minds of others, not unlike Fiona, however she can also control people, make them do as she pleases. She can also look back into peoples memories and see all of their past experiences as if they were that person, and, although very draining to her, can see and hear in real time as if she is someone other than herself as long as she is within the immediate vicinity of that person. Not only is Jess extremely powerful, so is her little sister Genevieve. Jen's ability is horrifying, and the fact that the person who possesses it is only a six year old girl is even more terrifying. If Jen stares at a person for longer than twenty seconds, that person will die. She killed her own mother by accident, according to Jess that was the first time she ever did anything like that, the first time her power showed its face. Jess found out with her father; she started to develop her abilities after her sister. She heard his dying thoughts as he committed suicide, unable to cope with the loss of his wife. The girls have gone through so much, they both have post traumatic stress disorder, and are almost never apart for more than three hours. Jen is our youngest, and Jess isn't on the older side of us either, Fiona is the oldest at age twenty-five, and Jess's seventeen years don't put her very close to that. However, even though they have had so much hardship in the past, they are two of the happiest, bubbliest people I have ever come into contact with.

*Okay, so Fiona's losing her shit right now and isn't telling anyone what's actually going on, but she wants to meet with you immediately, don't ask me why.* Jess projected to me as we picked up our bags. So, literally no one knows what's actually happening and why we had to fly back except Fiona then?

*Yep, basically.* Great.

We left the airport as quickly as possible, although my movement was labored and I felt queasy the entire time. Jen was waiting for us in the car when we got out, and she greeted us with hugs and smiles, and even handed me a little daisy she must've picked earlier that morning. I sat in back with her, Ash sat shot gun, even though he very obviously wanted to sit by me. Jess insisted we sat apart. She started the car and we were on out way home.

*Hey Mona, um, looking back right now, curious about Paris, I'm really sorry, but what the hell is up with Ash?* Jess projected once everyone settled and I was almost asleep. Whatever, I'll relax once we get to base and Fiona finishes with me. Well, I don't really know what's up with Ash, I guess I just wish he'd stop doing that, I don't know if I'm leading him on or something, I don't think so, I'm just trying to be a good friend.

*I can see that, but babe he's fuckin serious, I'd let him off at some point, and I'd do it soon. Also, there's something I've noticed with him lately... I can't read him anymore. I don't know why, but I've got nothing on him.* She sent to me, sounding confused. Strange, maybe he figured out a way to get around it, to put up a wall or something.