(Okay, since I don't see anyone starting... I guess I should just start. For fun. In case everyone's waiting for
someone to start a story.)
My name is River Ainsworth. I'm fifteen years old, with shoulder-length locks of auburn and aquamarine eyes. Mom told me that she named me so because I was born in a hospital near a river, but I'd like to think that it's because of my eyes. My name wouldn't really make sense otherwise, would it? But none of that really matters now, since I can't talk to Mom to ask her again anymore.
I killed her a six months ago.Nobody knows what exactly happened. There was no corpse to be found. Not even a shred of clothing. Even I am not sure what happened. All I knew was that I had a head-splitting migraine, moaning as my head felt like it was being crushed. Mom by my side, trying to comfort me.
And suddenly she was gone. Along with half the house.
I knew that
I had caused the explosion. I just didn't know how. But now I do. I'm what Oded calls a
Psychic. There's a bunch of us all around the world, either trying to maintain a life of normalcy or for the lucky few, utilising their abilities to help other people. Like Oded. He can heal wounds. Cure sicknesses with a touch.
And me? I cause explosions. Well, to be more specific, I create condensed balls of gravity, which disintegrate everything they touch. Sort of like black holes, I guess.
Oded says most Psychics have more than one ability, sometimes up to four or five. And now that my first "power" has manifested itself, the rest should appear soon. In the meantime, though, Oded's training me. Teaching me how to control my power, so that I don't accidentally blow people up, like I did with Mom.
But instead of learning how to bottle up the power, I'm learning how to vary the size of the gravity field. So that, just in case the ability flares up again, I can at least minimize the damage. I'm doing pretty well so far... I think.
Labels: Bitto, Generic Storyline
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