#the ability

I know y’all have never seen the fact that I can write...but here’s a little teaser. 

A Sokeefe Story...

Keefe came over every day now. Getting the ability as a Redement terrified him.

No one would look him in the eye, so he stayed away from everyone  including Ro. She hadn’t even trusted what he’d become. 

Sophie was the only person who would talk with him.

Sophie helped him get used to the fact of hearing people’s thoughts and making them feel pain. 

But there was nothing to help the fact that he could control people. And Grady wouldn’t help. 

“It’ll be alright, Keefe, we’re in this together,” she told him one day. His ice blue eyes misted with emotion. 

He didn’t think anything would ever be the same again

No one would teach him. No one would go near him. He was more feared than Sophie

And she understood

Grady eventually helped him as well with his new ability. Once he warmed up to the fact that ‘that boy’ was in need of help. And got past Keefe’s insanely powerful new ability. 

His mom had tweaked his genes so weirdly that he had manifested as a Mesmer, Telepath, and Inflictor in one. 

The Mesmer terrified him the most. He couldn’t get over the fact that he could control people.

He had never wanted to be like his father, and now he was just as controlling. Even if he didn’t want to be. 

Every time he thought something...he could make someone do it

He was most terrified when he hung around Sophie. 

“I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he whispered. 

“You could never hurt me, Keefe.” Sophie said, and placed a hand on Keefe’s cheek

Keefe’s cheeks tinted pink under her fingers and he smiled sadly. Sophie grinned back, but in a brave way.  

In the weeks that came Sophie became braver. Instead of little playful bumps she would hold his hand or play with his hair. Keefe would always let her play with his hair, even if it messed it up. 

They lay in the grass one day in the emerald green grass on the cliffs. The waves below a joyful background noise.  Sophie’s head rested on Keefe’s chest. 

Keefe took a deep breath to rally his courage. 

It was time. To tell her everything.

“I think I love you, Foster,” Keefe whispered. Keefe could feel Sophie’s emotions turn into a blizzard of confusion and determination...and anticipation.