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And besides, you both got B's. It's not like you failed the stupid thing. Like Brooklyn, Glitch was a bona fide child of two nations, with dark, coppery skin from his Native American father and hazel green eyes, compliments of his Irish-American mother. And thanks to a compromise between the two, he had the coolest name on earth: Casey Niyol Blue-Spider. The mix of ethnicities gave him a rich, enigmatic attraction. Though he hardly needed to, he kept his short black hair spiked with blond highlights in an attempt to make himself seem wild and unpredictable, which was always good for a laugh.
Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick. Though he did have an unnatural fear of turtles that was interesting. Well, at least I wasn't voted most likely to acquire gainful employment as Santa's elf. It's just not effective. I am three, count them, three"-he held up three fingers for us to count-"inches taller than the likes of you two.
I can't believe I'm willing to be seen in public with either of you. You're just going to have to stop by sometime and fix it. Brooke had already invited herself over, claiming she needed to upload her assignment because the Internet at her house was down.
Glitch would come over, fix my grandmother's computer in about ten minutes, and then my two best friends would spend the rest of the evening keeping me company. It was the same every year. For a week before until a week after the anniversary of my parents' disappearance, they spent almost every waking moment with me, watching over me, seeing to my every need. They were amazing. I'm not sure what they thought I would do if left alone-I'd never been particularly suicidal-but they were the dearest friends a girl could ask for.
The air seemed to turn dreary this time of year, thick and heavy, so having them around did help. And I totally loved being waited on hand and foot, so naturally I milked it for all it was worth. The bell jingled, announcing a new customer before I could answer Glitch, but I was busy prying my fingers apart anyway.
I'd spilled mocha cappuccino over them-hot mocha cappuccino-when I tried to add a sprinkle of cinnamon earlier, and few things were more disturbing than sticky fingers.
Forest fires, perhaps. And people who claimed to have been abducted by aliens. For some reason, the fact that my parents had been gone almost ten years exactly, like some kind of milestone anniversary, had me more melancholy than usual.
It sat a mere block from our alma mater, Riley High, and we practically lived in our corner booth.
I ducked past the snack counter and into a very dark back hall. Judging by the boxes lining the narrow passage, I'd be taking my life into my hands if I risked a journey to the little senorita's room without illumination, so I ran my hand along a paneled wall.
Where would I be if I were a light switch? Just as the tips of my fingers found the switch, a silhouette stepped out of the shadows and brushed past me. I startled with a gasp.
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Something inside me lurched, craving a closer look at his face, but he walked by too fast and the hall was too dark for me to catch anything else. After a couple of seconds, I realized my hand had brushed against his arm. It was enough to send a vision crashing into me, like the flash of a nuclear bomb, bright and unforgiving. Tamping down my surprise-I hadn't had a vision in a very long time-I pressed shaking fingers to my forehead to wait out the familiar storm, to see what treasures would wash ashore in the aftermath.
Yet the things I saw were unreal, impossible, and certainly not of this world: A desolate landscape lay before me with scorched clouds and a roiling, violet sky. The air was stagnant and so impossibly thick, breathing it took effort. Then I heard the clanging of metal. I turned to watch in horror as a being, a boy of no more than sixteen or seventeen, fierce and somehow not quite human, struggled with a dark, monstrous beast.
The boy's arms corded as tendon and muscle strained against the weight of the sword he wielded. He slashed again and again, but the monster was fast, with razorlike talons and sharp, gleaming teeth, and the boy knew what those teeth felt like when they sank into flesh, knew the blinding pain that accompanied defeat.
But he also knew the power he himself wielded, the raw strength that saturated every molecule of his body.
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Another herculean effort landed a thrust in the monster's shoulder and continued through its thick chest. The monster sank under the boy's sword with a guttural scream. The boy looked on while the beast writhed in pain, watched it grow still as the life drained out of it, and somewhere in the back of the boy's mind, he allowed himself to register the burning of his lungs as he struggled to fill them with air.
Blood trickled between his fingers, down the length of his blade, and dripped to the powdery earth beneath his feet. I followed the trail of blood up to three huge gashes across his chest. Evidently three of the monster's claws had met their mark, laying the flesh of its enemy open.
I gasped and covered my mouth with both hands as the boy spun toward me, sword at the ready. Squinting against the low sun, I could almost make out his features, but the vision evaporated before I got the chance.
A heartbeat later, I was back in the dark hallway, gasping for air, one palm pressed against my temple, the other against the wall for balance. I squeezed my eyes shut, fought the memory of the vision, the fear that summoned the taste of bile in the back of my throat, the feel of blood dripping down the boy's arm. Ever since I could remember, I had a tendency to see random flashes of inconsequential situations in my head, which, by definition, could point to any number of debilitating diseases.
I wasn't psychic or anything. I couldn't conjure visions whenever I wanted. Images just seemed to crystallize in my mind out of nowhere, and at the most inopportune times too, shimmering like reflections off water. Sometimes they were just flashes of nonsense, glimpses of the impossible, like a rip in the afternoon sky that let night seep through.
Nothing ever came of those. But sometimes the visions either had been or would be, as though I could see into both the past and the future. Like the one time I accidentally saw into the past after touching my grandfather's hand. He had been a thousand miles away, and I caught a glimpse of the first time he laid eyes on Grandma. She'd tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she walked to class with her friends, only to have the wind toss it back across her face.
She laughed and tried again, and I felt the tug of interest in Grandpa the minute it hit him.
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The ability rocked, I admit. But never in my life had I seen anything with so much punch, so much texture.
I hurried to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. Clearly that had been one of those flashes of nonsense. But it seemed so real. I could feel the weight of the air, the depletion of the boy's energy as he fought, his limbs shaking from exertion and from adrenaline as it pumped through his powerful body. I blinked and forced myself back to the present, forced myself to calm. Stepping back into the hall, I glanced around in search of the dark-headed boy, to no avail.
Disappointment washed over me. For one thing, I wanted a better look. For another, I wanted a better look. The first was for obvious girl reasons. Those arms. That jaw. Who could blame me?
The second was because of what I'd just seen. Surely my vision was metaphorical in some way. Scorched clouds in violet skies didn't exist. And thankfully, neither did that beast. I must've been in the restroom longer than I'd thought. Brooke and Glitch were waiting for me outside. But I couldn't get those images out of my head.Download now.
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