A angst symphony played out before Pamellas cerulean eyes when the door at the other end of the room opened. She watched Alexis attention be drawn to his presence at the same time a silence following. Every breath could be heard, some shaky, raspy, calm, and quickened. The silence became a canvas of each persons melody. Norrie never once took her eyes off of Alexis, but her ears perked up at each gentle step he took. Then he stopped, and she watched as the willow tree in front of her tensed.
"Wha... What just happened?" Alexis breathed out, as she removed her hands from the safety of her pockets and crossed her arms. She picked at the strings on her jacket, but Pam saw her as a tree picking at its leaves. Concern coated her homely face like caramel strips over chocolate balls.
”Are you alright-?” the outlines of Alexis body blurred as micro tingles erupted simultaneously at the nape of her neck and back of her head. For a split second, she was caught into a foggy mind set. It was as if she was at the edge of the cosmic(a spiritual term used by hippies when they reach a certain state within themselves.) Suddenly, she was tugged back to earth and wonder struck her. And then he spoke.
"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."
Norrie and Alexis eyes met, she wondered what she was thinking? Her toes curled in, was she the only one left hanging with excitement at the sound of his voice? She smiled hopefully.
"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." She could hear him pacing. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."
I'm an Eraser....!!!!!
He stopped. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
Afraid? Pam has never been afraid of herself. She knew something was different about her when even her parents had forgotten her but it wasn't her fault. She couldn't control the fact of her inability to manipulate her powers or even know what she could do. She was too young. Being forgotten has given her a chance to do something people don't learn till possibly death. Acceptance of yourself. She's loved herself more than anyone, because even if others didn't remember her she never forgot them or the memories each created in her heart. Hating never gets anyone anywhere. She flinched when Carter interrupted the silence she welcomed for thinking. She met eyes with who she hoped would become a dear friend to her. Alexis. What did she think of all this and Carters reaction? It didn't take long for Dr. Mason to retaliate calmly. Listing off an answer to each one of the young mans questions, he finished off with one last point.
"If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all." With this, Norrie pivoted on the back of her heel and spread her hands out wide with a cheesy smile.
”Dr. Mason Sir, I-...I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!” She met eyes with him directly, she wasn't afraid even if this place and him were full of unknowns. Silence fell again, and she coughed before folding her hands in front of her. ”Sorry if I spoke out of term, Sir.” Her cheeks heated up at the thought of him disliking her already. She hoped he wasn't offended, she never intended for that.
"Wha... What just happened?" Alexis breathed out, as she removed her hands from the safety of her pockets and crossed her arms. She picked at the strings on her jacket, but Pam saw her as a tree picking at its leaves. Concern coated her homely face like caramel strips over chocolate balls.
”Are you alright-?” the outlines of Alexis body blurred as micro tingles erupted simultaneously at the nape of her neck and back of her head. For a split second, she was caught into a foggy mind set. It was as if she was at the edge of the cosmic(a spiritual term used by hippies when they reach a certain state within themselves.) Suddenly, she was tugged back to earth and wonder struck her. And then he spoke.
"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."
Norrie and Alexis eyes met, she wondered what she was thinking? Her toes curled in, was she the only one left hanging with excitement at the sound of his voice? She smiled hopefully.
"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." She could hear him pacing. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."
I'm an Eraser....!!!!!
He stopped. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
Afraid? Pam has never been afraid of herself. She knew something was different about her when even her parents had forgotten her but it wasn't her fault. She couldn't control the fact of her inability to manipulate her powers or even know what she could do. She was too young. Being forgotten has given her a chance to do something people don't learn till possibly death. Acceptance of yourself. She's loved herself more than anyone, because even if others didn't remember her she never forgot them or the memories each created in her heart. Hating never gets anyone anywhere. She flinched when Carter interrupted the silence she welcomed for thinking. She met eyes with who she hoped would become a dear friend to her. Alexis. What did she think of all this and Carters reaction? It didn't take long for Dr. Mason to retaliate calmly. Listing off an answer to each one of the young mans questions, he finished off with one last point.
"If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all." With this, Norrie pivoted on the back of her heel and spread her hands out wide with a cheesy smile.
”Dr. Mason Sir, I-...I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!” She met eyes with him directly, she wasn't afraid even if this place and him were full of unknowns. Silence fell again, and she coughed before folding her hands in front of her. ”Sorry if I spoke out of term, Sir.” Her cheeks heated up at the thought of him disliking her already. She hoped he wasn't offended, she never intended for that.