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The absence of light, the absence of our senses.
It helps us to turn a way from the world, from the chaos outside, and helps us focus on the peace and serenity inside.
Try it.
Close your eyes.
Cover your ears.
Do you feel it?
The energies of the world, within and around you?
The breath of life and the kiss of death?
…
…
…no?
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I am Clara Miranda, and I am one of the “Gifted”, people who can sense and manipulate the world in ways that ungifted people like you cannot comprehend.
I first manifested my gift when I was eight years old. It’s a grey, flexible arm that protrudes from my back; they call it the Vengeful Arm. The hand has the thumb on the left side, like a right hand should, and the palm has an eye on it. The arm and the hand pass through me but they don’t pass through anything else. I can lengthen and shorten the arm at will, and control how fast it does so. I usually use it to get things, but sometimes I use it to punch people.
And one time, I used it in a way that I will never regret. Ever. Even though it meant that my gift would be revealed, because I never used it in front of anyone else before this.
Actually, I partially don’t regret it because it revealed my gift: if that didn’t happen I wouldn’t be telling you about anything.
Back on track. So I was in sixth grade, which was where I met these two friends of mine, Lucas and Jules. We were walking home from school. It’s not a very big school, being a public one, but it’s got decent amenities.
The three of us got to the gate around two hours after class ended. We weren’t lost or anything, we just talk to each other a lot.
“No way! Did she really?” Lucas said, fixing his short black hair. He’s a fair amount shorter than me, and only slightly darker.
Jules, on the other hand, did not comb his long hair the entire day. Which I find weird: doesn’t long hair need more maintenance? “Yeah, I could hear her from outside the bathroom!”
If you’re wondering who we’re talking about, it’s our school’s local bitch, Daisy Skyler. Tall, blonde, pretty, and the most punchable person I know. I’d probably beat her up, but she’s never without her “friends”, the shy redhead Rose and the protective brunette Tulip. Daisy still towers over them, both height wise and assertiveness wise, and would probably command them to tell the teachers about me.
Apparently, Jules was going to the men’s room when he heard Daisy scream. He claims it was the funniest thing that happened all day. Shortly after the scream, a tiny mouse scuttled out of the ladies’ room, and Jules is almost certain that that is why she screamed. A small mouse, not even half the size of his small palm, caused the tough, bitchy, Daisy Skyler to scream like a banshee.
“Guess she’s not as tough as she makes herself out to be,” I tell them. “I wonder what else will scare her like that. Worms? Spiders?”
“But think about it; she was alone,” Lucas added. “I doubt she’d have reacted that way if she wasn’t.”
Back on track. When we got to the gate, Jules probably thought it was a funny idea to lift up my skirt.
So he did.
“Ah!” I exclaimed. One moment I was filled with shock, the next I was filled with anger. And it was very apparent.
“Oh no,” Lucas said, and oh no indeed. Jules was not in for a normal beating. He was in for hell.
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out. They thought I was just trying to calm myself down, when, in reality, I was tuning myself to my inner darkness. See, that’s where the gifts manifest themselves from: one’s inner darkness. Mine apparently is vengefulness. I see why.
But to do that, you need to shut yourself out from the outside world for a while, hence what I said earlier about darkness and feeling the energies of the world.
When I open my eyes, my brown irises turn dark grey, and my Vengeful Arm is attached to my back. I reach my arm out, and it follows, extending to Jules’s face. Then, I clench my fist, and Jules has his face squeezes hard. His screams of agony entertain me. I have fun looking at Lucas and his horrified face. Closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch, hah!
I do this for a while, then let go. When the screams stop, Lucas looks at us. Jules is panting in relief. I take advantage of his vulnerability.
“Revenge!” I yell, while my Vengeful Arm grabs the back of his underwear and pulls it up. Then, it gets pulled down to his chin.
I call it the Nagasaki Wedgie.
Lucas looks at me in horror. “You’re a monster,” he says. Horrified of course. It would not make sense any other way.
Jules frees himself and adjusts his underwear. “You’re not just a monster, you’re a demon! You’re the demon child!” he says, laughing nervously.
And the name stuck among us three.
Sometime after Lucas and I join in the laughter, I say goodbye and part ways with them for my house. When I get there I unlock the door, go in, lock it behind me, and go to my room. There, in front of the mirror in the blue tiled bathroom, I take a shower, brush my teeth, comb my bobbed brown hair, and put on my pajamas. Then I enter another room in my house, one with a king sized bed.
The room where my dead parents slept.
“Just you wait,” I say out loud. “I will be the greatest detective Marqueza City has seen. And I will find you, and I will kill you for killing my parents.”
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