LOGINDamien pulled the metal thing down a little further in front of my face and then put it on me like glasses. It even had temples like this and I was kind of forced to look through them.
Then he fastened my arms and legs with leather straps and tested them again to make sure that they were really tight enough.
"How long does it usually take?" I asked him.
I was a little intimidated by this device. Most of all, I was worried that I was buckled up like a convict. I couldn't move either, I'd already tried that.
"It depends," Damien muttered.
"And for what?"
"You will see."
Damien went to the door and locked it so that it was now pitch dark. This room had no windows or lamps and every second it only got more creepy.
The nerdy, whose name I still didn't know, squealed like a cornered guinea pig. I hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. What was she doing here? That wasn't a cinema.
"Okay, let's go", with these words he pressed a switch that clicked softly and then it really went off.
At first I heard a faint, annoying whirring in my ears. Images flew past me before my eyes. There were thousands of pictures, and they flew past my mind's eye so fast that I couldn't even take them. They were colorful, sometimes a bit gloomy, sometimes I could even see whole fragments of memories that were played back like a video.
The whirring in my ears got louder and louder and took on a really annoying noise. It felt like a whole swarm of mosquitoes that was doing its rounds next to my ears. I would love to take my hands and wave my head around to catch one of these imaginary critters.
But I wasn't even allowed to wiggle around to drive away imaginary mosquitoes. Damien had chained me tight to this couch.
The buzzing in my ears was slowly becoming more than a nerve, something inside of me was making me furious. The sound got higher and louder and swelled steadily. In front of my inner eyes all the pictures flew faster and more confused through the area. A heavy gust of wind swept the room and my hair was tossed in the air.
I tried to get loose with arms and legs, because now it was clearly too much for me. Right from the point at which I thought something was about to burst in my head, it suddenly stopped.
The images were gone, the hum in my ears had stopped. I felt half a tornado around me. Everything that had no fixed place was whirled around. However, on my couch, still buckled up, I had a secure hold.
Slowly my anger subsided, and just as quickly as this little tornado came, it went away.
.......
It felt like I was miles away and hearing everything through cotton wool. I could still hear someone ripping open the doors and stomping in, then the leather straps were loosened. Everything around me went black. A pleasant silence fell and I slipped into the realm of dreams. I noticed how someone took me in their arms and carried me somewhere. How long did we go Hours, days or weeks? I had lost all track of time. Every step felt like an elephant was trampling on me. Not exactly pleasant.
At some point I was carefully placed on a couch, as gently as if you were afraid I would break like a porcelain doll. It smelled of hospital, that sterile, disinfectant spray-laden smell that sticks in your nose forever.
As I slowly came to, I heard voices in the distance, quietly discussing something. Wait! Where have I been again? Oh yes, in that hospital room, or something like that. I labored my thoughts in order. What happened again? I passed out because of ... a booming hum and all these pictures and memories. I tried to scrape together the worst of what I knew, but that only gave me a headache.
Three or four people were still having a lively discussion on a topic that was unknown to me. I was sure that one of the voices belonged to June, I didn't know the other voices yet.
I blinked carefully and opened my eyes, but then closed them again when the bright light came towards me. After a few minutes I got used to the light and opened my eyes completely. I could see individual schemes. Someone muttered, "She is waking up," and one or two people left the room.
My vision finally sharpened and I could see my surroundings better. June sat to my left, patting my hand worriedly. An angel stood on the right. No, there was no such thing, was there? Could June see him too? June took a quick look at the angel and then turned back to me. She looked at me as if she didn't know if I was hallucinating or if I was going crazy.
Since June could see him too, there was just an incredibly hot guy standing there. He had chin-length, golden blonde hair that looked like liquid gold. In addition, his ocean blue eyes, which were framed by dark eyelashes. Where the fuck were the wings? Oh yes, he wasn't an angel at all. The angelic guy looked at me questioningly and raised an eyebrow, which made me blush automatically.
Oh man! I had been staring at him the whole time, as if he were an apparition in the form of an angel and not exactly inconspicuous.
"I'm Lucian, the prefect here at the school," he introduced himself and smiled at me like a demigod.
You could tell that he was fully aware of this. There was a certain arrogance about him, too, just like Damien. Only with Lucian did it somehow have more style, he was arrogant in a more elegant way.
"Do you have a brother?" I asked straight out.
My voice sounded like a dead man's. As if someone had stuffed a lot of leaves into my mouth and choked on it.
At the mention of his brother, Lucian's expression darkened and he just nodded. Since he didn't say anything, I didn't go into it; after all, it wasn't my business either.
Did you actually listen to me?" It came from June."Huh?" I made absently. Since I had been somewhere else with my thoughts, I unfortunately could not fully listen to her."The ball ..." June said slowly and looked at me in disbelief."You're telling me that you haven't listened at all for the last two hours? Then I'll have to explain everything again," June groaned annoyed."So it was about that Halloween party, right?""Exactly. We need real costumes, something original. No Twilight nonsense and no discounter scraps.""Okay, okay," I said, holding up my hands soothingly.She told me all over again, leaving no details out, and telling me what she had heard from the party last year. Of course she hadn't even been to school then, but she had asked around a little, as she also told me. At some point I ignored some of what she was telling me because she spoke without a period.She cheered excitedly, and I really wonder
closed my eyes, wondering if this was a tactic to get me around or if it was just for concentration."Okay, what are you feeling right now?"I listened curiously inside myself and tried to find out what I was feeling. There was just ... nothing."Nothing at all."I could literally hear him put on such a smug smile again, yes yes, read that right, heard! Suddenly I felt warm breath on my skin and shortly afterwards warm, soft lips on mine. My brain was switched off, I had stopped thinking, that apparently wasn't too difficult for me.At first I stiffened, then I kissed back. Thinking wasn't an option right now. He pulled away from me again and I opened my eyes. I was shocked, excited, angry - furious - and well, I was seething inside me."And what are you feeling now?" He asked me and grinned at me.I would have loved to slap myself because I had actually fallen for him. That bullshit. I probably had to show him where the hammer
What actually happened? I just remember how all the devices flew through the air," I said, thinking of the little tornado that had swept through the room."That wasn't the machine, honey. It was you," Lucian told me.I just skipped over the 'sweetness', I really didn't feel like arguing, and above all no energy. Should I now claim damages, or what exactly did he mean by that? I wasn't Bruce Almighty after all, was I? Maybe the tornadoes were one of my skills?"We believe that your ability is the element of air. Every millennium exactly four of us are born with elements. This is actually quite unusual as each ability of us is unique. Each other's abilities are sometimes repeated over the millennia, however it is never exactly the same, but rather a facet of it. However, the elements are repeated more or less regularly and those who have these abilities mostly perform some miracles. Caesar was also one of us gifted. He ruled the element earth, that was carved in s
Damien pulled the metal thing down a little further in front of my face and then put it on me like glasses. It even had temples like this and I was kind of forced to look through them.Then he fastened my arms and legs with leather straps and tested them again to make sure that they were really tight enough."How long does it usually take?" I asked him.I was a little intimidated by this device. Most of all, I was worried that I was buckled up like a convict. I couldn't move either, I'd already tried that."It depends," Damien muttered."And for what?""You will see."Damien went to the door and locked it so that it was now pitch dark. This room had no windows or lamps and every second it only got more creepy.The nerdy, whose name I still didn't know, squealed like a cornered guinea pig. I hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. What was she doing here? That wasn't a cinema."Okay, let's go", with the
Yeah ... he's just as hot as Damien. I would say it's a matter of taste," June said and her thoughts were probably somewhere else."Probably more of an aberration of taste. His ego really needs to be rubbed down like the one on it. He probably expects every female being to adore him and -""It's Damien, after all. I mean ... it's Damien!"A few people turned to us and grinned knowingly before moving on."June, I think we have to go back to class," I said as the corridor was now emptying faster and faster."What a bummer, next we have skills. Come on now!" June suddenly said impatiently to me and pretended to be texting her the whole time.We went to the said subject in a hurry. I was relieved to find that Teacher wasn't there yet. We were in a gym or something like that.The entire gym was made of metal, except for the floor and windows, and security devices that stood around. First aid kits were attached to a wall every two meters, t
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep ..."Where's that goddamn alarm clock?" I growled half asleep.Rest, finally. June had turned the alarm off. Why did my mornings always start with the high-pitched ringing of an alarm clock?"Shit! It's almost half past seven!" She shouted, shocked, and literally jumped out of bed.Now my lazy bum started moving too, I threw back the covers and put on my pink plush slippers.I shuffled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You could call me a scarecrow, my hair was completely knotted and I had dark circles.I owed the dark circles to the horror films yesterday evening - or rather today in the morning.I fought my way through my hair with my brush and after what felt like hours I had untied it. A little shocked, I looked at my brush. I hair like a dog or some other creature.I smacked a little more powder on my face, or rather on the dark circles, and smeared the edges with my index finger.