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What was Left
Rated: 13+ | Fiction | Contest Entry | #1868364
A fresh dark circle was still surrounding her right eye from that troubled night.
Rique leaned his back against the wall, near its edge so he could hear around into the sitting room where his father and two uniformed strangers sat. He knew without being told he was to leave the room, and being trusted as he was no one checked to see if he’d left completely. Something told him, though; no one cared if a ten-year-old boy heard the conversation. They looked like one of those ‘careful’ types. Luckily, no one knew he could hear more than the words they spoke.

He shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath, to control the flow of his own potentia. It moved around, seeking out the energy they let off to try to sync up. He found his father’s familiar signature, but these strangers were all thick knots and tangles. They were designed to be hard to decipher and sync with others, like a block for people just like him. Frustrated, he opened his eyes and released the breath. Before he regulate his breathing he was scared into another deep breath, at the sudden appearance of the bright red eyes of his twin sister, Loki.

A fresh dark circle was still surrounding her right eye from that troubled night. He could see her vicious blade sharp canine teeth peeking over her bottom lip as she chewed the inside of her mouth nervously. She looked so tired, but too tough to cry. Her long ears twitched in time with the secret conversation, then stopped and walked inside.

“Ah, Loki! Good timing. Well, uhm, meet your new uhm…”

“Trainers,” the female of the group chimed. “I am Doctor Forester, your new psychologist. We’re here to make the pain stop.”
Rique couldn’t hear her true words but he could feel they were here to cause more.
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