"Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!?"
Luke sat in the large auditorium, his hands brushing through his hair frantically.
The other three sitting several metres apart from him.
The second test had begun.
His blood boiled, eyes red, veins bulging as he felt an extreme anger seething within.
"How could I not get any ability... How can I be powerless..." he said through gritted teeth, clutching the sides of his chair, his palms reddened from the pressure.
A few minutes before the test, his evaluation results were given.
He had no ability... At least that is what the testing device could gauge.
At that time he felt he had been doused with cold water, his eyes widened, his
expressionless face showing shock for longer than it had in a very long time.
He asked if maybe he was a late bloomer but the nurse only shook her head, explaining there would be signs of KGM-20 in his DNA, but they couldn't find any.
His head spun at that moment, the prospect of him becoming a hero lost, the image of his father momentarily crossing his mind.
He was disappointed, sad, angry, yet he couldn't really show them as his expression once again changed to that of nothingness, his drooped head the only sign he was feeling down.
Boris drove him back, not once speaking a word.
He knew it wasn't the time to give empty speeches and thus he brought him back to continue the test.
"Why!! How!!! Why am I the only one!!" His rage turned to sorrow as tears dripped down his face, falling like a stream.
He hugged his knees, burying his face in them.
"What's going on..." Meanwhile Arthur looked around in confusion.
Apart from Luke, the other two were also showing signs of extreme emotion.
The boy with round glasses was smashing his chair on the ground, then he would stop to caress it lovingly and once again begin smashing it again.
He would scream unintelligible words, his erratic behavior like that of a madman.
Arthur was baffled; though Luke was more constrained, he too was behaving strangely.
Then he looked at the other person in the room.
The girl with long black hair.
She seemed to be okay, though he was sure she shivered from time to time, clearly fighting something within.
One didn't need to be a genius to know this was related to the test.
"Are they in an illusion or something?"
Arthur turned his attention to himself, unsure why he didn't feel anything.
He didn't know what this test was about as Boris decided not to tell them, knowing beforehand would take the fun out of it.
He would tell them after it ended.
Meanwhile, Boris sat in his office watching the reactions of the four.
"Ainsworth is completely unaffected by it," he commented.
"Increase the Psionic attack and let's see how he handles that..." He said to no one in particular as he was alone in the room.
"Roger, Commander," Sophia's voice sounded from the desk phone.
On her side, she sat in the auditorium tech booth, more like a hall, as there were a number of people with her, each with headphones on, a device to channel their Psionic abilities.
They were all Psionics, though not as powerful as Sophia; their power was needed for the current test.
"Increase the frequency. Attack the amygdala with full force..." she commanded, the others nodding.
They tapped away at the sound systems, some humming quietly through the microphones as a way to transmit their power.
Sophia on the other hand only stared at the screen; there was no need for her to make a sound. With just her will she could use her ability.
Her gaze was focused on Luke, unconsciously intensifying the Psionic attack on him, not out of spite but because she remembered him, the guy who had saved her.
She was unconsciously drawn to him, as any one would unaware she was intensifying the test for him.
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"...Even Arthur has an ability...why don't I have one... " Luke turned his gaze to Arthur, green with envy, and that was when he felt something was amiss.
He felt the urge to kill, to take what his friend had.
He had never been one to envy another to the extent he felt the need to kill the person.
Sure, he wished he had an ability too, but to cause another harm because they had what he didn't?
It had never crossed his mind, and now his mind was filled with ideas on how to destroy his friends for having something he wanted.
"No, what the fuck am I thinking..." He held his head, his eyes seemingly clearing as he thought about it logically.
Harming the guy wouldn't give him what he wanted.
It will make you feel better... his inner voice said.
"That will be just pathetic of me... to harm someone because they have what I don't..." He shook his head, brows creased as he suppressed such desires.
He remembered his father's words.
A man is worth what he as accomplished not what he is given, gifted or even taken... Unless it's by his efforts, it ain't really his.
A bit calmer, he looked around, the boy with the round glasses running towards him with a raised chair.
"I hate all handsome guys..." The boy swung the chair down, consumed by his envy.
He had been teased for his looks for a long time, though it was due to his glasses; he wasn't that bad.
Luke, caught off guard, instinctively turned to the side, reflexively counterattacking.
With a clenched fist, he punched the guy in the gut, the boy falling to his knees clutching his stomach in agony.
"Sorry!!..." Luke tried to comfort the guy, as he had instinctively attacked; it wasn't his intention to hurt a classmate.
"I hate handsome guys like you..." the boy growled, his silver eyes clouded by tears.
He seemed sad and enraged at the same time.
His emotions a rollercoaster.
"Hey, what the f*ck!" Arthur who came over due to the commotion, kicked the guy in the gut with such force that he rolled a few metres to the side, collapsing before he hit the ground.
"Why did you do that..." Luke looked at Arthur, horrified.
"He just attacked you, man. Are you just going to let it slide..." Arthur hissed, pointing to the collapsed boy, who was drooling from the mouth.
"Why the fck are you always like this... Mind your fcking business, man..." Luke burst into anger, shooting Arthur a glare.
The boy unconsciously stepped back.
He was taken aback, as this was the first time Luke had shouted at him in rage.
This wasn't his first time stepping in for the guy; as a quiet guy, he was prone to being bullied.
Though he had the skills to defend himself, he didn't.
Arthur always stepped in, even in the slightest quarrels, yet Luke would only shrug; the best reaction he had gotten was a glare, but not one like this...
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In the principal's office.
Boris sat with his feet on the table, a grin on his lips as he stuffed his face with some chips.
"This is getting interesting..."
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Sorry about yesterday, I wasn't feeling well.
I think it's about time I stockpile chapters just in case I don't feel well, I can always publish before hand.
Add to your library.