Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Gifted Moon Academy ❯ Visitors ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: OutaiTabibito 
Rinsi has a couple of visitors that extend a tempting invitation to her.
This chapter is mine. I thought it, and I wrote it.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 100 | Status: Work In Progress
Rinsi has a couple of visitors that extend a tempting invitation to her.
This chapter is mine. I thought it, and I wrote it.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 100 | Status: Work In Progress
She had ‘seen’ her presence. She knew that she was special, even in terms of her current students. She knew she had something that no one else had, and if used improperly, or in the wrong hands, it could cause more chaos, and that was the last thing she wanted. Finding her telepathically wasn’t hard – after all she was the strongest telepath she knew. Finding her address was a bit more difficult, though, in spite of the fame that surrounded her family. Her history was even harder to find. It seems that, whatever happened, they didn’t want many people to know about it. It was probably for good reason, but still she had to know. However, no amount of studying and research would show her what she really wanted to see: her personality. With a gift such as hers, it could easily be turned around for evil purposes, and she wanted to make sure she wasn’t the type to do that. Call her a goody-goody, but she couldn’t stand the thought of more chaos than there already was. All she wanted was peace, and she was sure she was the only one who could bring it.
“Head mistress, are you sure she’s the one?” said the young man in the driver’s seat of the van she was currently a passenger of.
She could see the young man’s reflection in the rear-view mirror and didn’t need to see his handsome face or read his mind to see how uncertain he was.
“I’m quite sure.” she said simply, adding in a smile as if to assure her more.
“I’ve never known you to be wrong, but…”
“You think because she comes from a wealthy family that she’ll be a spoiled rotten brat?” the headmistress said with a wry grin.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. For richer or poorer everyone has their good side and their bad side.”
“Right.” the young man said quizzically.
The van pulled to a stop along side an immaculately trimmed yard, with immaculately trimmed grass and immaculately kept trees and flowers. It was as if the place ran on perfection, and the yard was perfection itself. They both secretly wondered if the inside of the large, cream colored house that lay beyond the yard was just as immaculate. No doubt it would be, as these rich types had to have everything perfectly manicured, from their yards to their houses to their hands and hair. The young man, being a gentleman, stepped out of the van and closed the door behind him, only to open the passenger side door for the head mistress. She smiled to the young man and thanked him as she stepped out herself and waited for him to close the door behind her. The young man followed her up the drive way, and was surprised at how beautifully immaculate everything was up close, even more so than it was from the view of the van. The young man pressed the doorbell, though couldn’t really hear one, and wondered if maybe it was broken. However, a moment later a young woman with tanned skin dressed in black slacks and a white blouse answered the door.
“Head Mistress, Mr. Neely, welcome. Please, come in.” she said, smiling and standing aside.
“Yes we are.” the older woman said, smiling back as she rolled inside the luxurious looking house, followed by her young friend, York. “It is good to see you, Amanda.”
“It’s been a while.” she replied. “How is everything?”
“the school is doing well. Is Rinsi in?”
“She is, but she doesn’t want any visitors today.”
“I know.” The head mistress said, a welcoming smile still plastered on her wrinkled, but kindly face.
Indeed, she had known from the beginning. She could shear the questions storming her mind, and she could almost see the chaos and confusion that was clouding it. And it was no wonder! Such a disaster on her eighteenth birthday would drive anyone to be a recluse. However, if she were to be left alone to sulk, it would only turn into bitterness and hatred towards those who were not gifted, and that would be counter-productive to everything. No, she could not be allowed to form that bitterness or hatred.
“If you knew she didn’t want company, why did you call us?” York inquired, crossing his arms across his well-built chest.
“Because I know what she is now, and I know that Head Mistress has been looking for her. I also know that she is the only one that can break her out. I am her friend before I am her servant. I don’t want her to be like I almost was. I will go get her now.”
Sighing, Rinsi stood slowly and began to undress. If they were going to be obstinate, she really had no choice but to show her face and tell them to go away. However, she couldn’t really do that and be taken seriously if she was wearing her pajamas. So, she quickly changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and an emerald green turtleneck sweater. She had no make-up so there really wasn’t much she could do about the swelling and bruising on her face. She ran a brush through her hair a little, just to straighten out some of the mess, but didn’t bother tying it back. Putting her slippers back on, she trudged down the stairs in agitation, wondering just who was going to bother her this time, while at the same time being afraid of who might be calling on her, and what they were going to do.
Upon reaching the rather large living room, furnished with comfortable looking couches and recliners that matched, she found a young man who looked to be in his mid or early twenties, with medium auburn hair and a pair of rosy shades over his eyes standing behind an older, dignified looking woman.
“Who are you?” she asked, albeit a bit more curtly than she would have wanted.
“I am the Head Mistress.” the older woman said, “And my friend here is York Neely. We’d like to visit with you for a bit.”
“I don’t want visitors. Please go home.”
“Why is that?” The Head Mistress said, “Is it possibly because you are afraid? Of what, I wonder?”
“Amanda!” she said, turning to her tan friend, “Did not auntie and uncle say not to say anything?”
“She told us nothing.” The Head Mistress said, still smiling.
“Then how do you know if I am afraid or not?”
“The bruises on your face are pretty clear indications.” York said wryly.
Rinsi flushed red. Just who were these people and what gave them the right to be so rude? But before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the Head Mistress.
“Oh, we were not meaning to be rude. However, we cannot leave just yet.”
“Why not? The door is right there.” Rinsi said, motioning towards the front door.
“Rinsi, please do not be so rude.” Amanda said, this time scolding her.
“Why don’t you all just leave me alone?” Rinsi practically screamed.
“Oh, but you don’t want that. It was people leaving you alone that made you feel the way you’re feeling now. Hurt, lost, confused. Of course, their harsh words were hardly any help.” Head Mistress said confidently.
Rinsi stopped dead in her tracks, and paled noticeably. She could understand if maybe Amanda had told them exactly what happened, as was told her by her aunt and uncle, and that they had lied about her not telling them anything, but that didn’t explain how she knew so perfectly how she was feeling at that moment. Not only that, but when she had left to go back to bed that morning, she over-heard Amanda telling her aunt and uncle she had heard about what happened. Just how did she find out anyway? Surely no one from the party would want anything to do with them anymore.
“Amanda was once one of my students.” The Head Mistress explained, as if to answer her mental questions before she could ask them. “Her main ability is to form and control fire, but she is also slightly telepathic.”
“So…when she said she heard about what happened….she read my mind?”
“A little.” Amanda said sheepishly, “I am sorry miss! I had to know what happened. I couldn’t stand seeing you bruised up and not knowing what happened to cause it.”
“She was…your student…So you are telepathic too?” Rinsi said slowly.
“Yes.” The Head Mistress said simply.
“That explains a lot. What about Mr. Neely.”
“Just call me York.” he said, trying to sound friendly, though frankly she was getting impatient with her temper tantrum.
“So, then why are you here?”
“Amanda called us. We were wondering when you were going to realize your gift, but we didn’t expect it this early.” The Head Mistress said. “Starlights are late bloomers, not really realizing their gifts until sometime in their eighteenth year. You’re the only one in Starlight history to have realized yours this early.”
“Wait…Starlight history? You mean…it runs in the family? But why didn’t my auntie or uncle tell me about this?”
“We wanted you to live a normal life as long as you could without being burdened by the fear of what will happen in the future.” A kind voice said behind her.
Rinsi hadn’t realized her aunt and uncle were behind her. She hadn’t heard them approaching. Hearing her auntie suddenly talk behind her made her jump a little. She spun around and glared at her auntie.
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? Did you really think that nothing bad would come of not preparing me for something like this? This is something you tell someone if you know it will eventually happen. It’s right up there with telling your daughter about her period before it happens!” Rinsi practically screamed.
Her auntie and uncle did not flinch when she screamed. She very rarely even raised her voice, so it should have been a surprise, but when they mutually agreed to wait to tell her, they knew something like this would happen, so they were prepared.
Tears spilled down Rinsi’s face, and she was powerless to stop them. Wasn’t it enough she was a monster? Wasn’t it enough that all of her friends, even the man she loved, left her high and dry as soon as she seemed even the slightest bit abnormal? Wasn’t it enough that she had been beaten up for something she didn’t even do? Apparently it was not. It seemed the fates deemed it insufficient, and threw in being betrayed by her friend Amanda and her auntie and uncle.
“That’s exactly why Amanda called us.” Head Mistress said calmly, as if unaffected by her temper tantrum. “She knew you hadn’t been prepared, and that we can help you.”
“What makes you think you can help me?”
“I have helped your friend Amanda, and your parents were once my students as well. Your family is the oldest known generation of mutants, and in order to survive they kept it hidden. It’s time now that you come out of hiding and show the world what you can do.”
“And just what is that? What can I do besides glow and cause chaos?”
“Oh, that’s not even the tip of the ice berg. We want to teach you what your true potential is, but our school right now is over flowing. We have a sister school in western Oregon, run and operated by some of my finest alumni, and we are here to extend an invitation for you to attend.”
“I graduated high school a couple years ago, and I don’t have a license to teach, so what good can I do there?”
“You can learn about yourself. We currently have no classes running, at least not academically. Really, so far it’s just an annex to those who are gifted – a place for them to train and better themselves safely so they can live amongst society later, in peace, without hurting anyone. There are some there, though, who are doing more than just that. Some are there to learn how to use their powers to help others while living in society normally. Your parents did the same thing. Why do you think they were so popular if they were deemed ‘freaks’ or ‘mutants’ by society? The answer is simple: no one knew what they were.”
Rinsi stood silent, deep in thought. It was tempting to go. She wanted to find out why she was glowing, what it meant she could do, and so much more. She wanted to get away from everyone that had hurt her that night, but at the same time she was concerned with her current studies.
“Oh, I’ve nearly forgotten.” The Head Mistress chimed in, derailing her train of thought momentarily, “You’re in college, aren’t you? You’re studying to be a doctor. Unfortunately, we don’t have the classes you need there, but I think we can arrange for you to take a break for a while, and then go back to your studies.”
“Will that affect my chance of becoming a doctor?”
“With your grades I should hardly think so.”
“Head mistress, are you sure she’s the one?” said the young man in the driver’s seat of the van she was currently a passenger of.
She could see the young man’s reflection in the rear-view mirror and didn’t need to see his handsome face or read his mind to see how uncertain he was.
“I’m quite sure.” she said simply, adding in a smile as if to assure her more.
“I’ve never known you to be wrong, but…”
“You think because she comes from a wealthy family that she’ll be a spoiled rotten brat?” the headmistress said with a wry grin.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. For richer or poorer everyone has their good side and their bad side.”
“Right.” the young man said quizzically.
The van pulled to a stop along side an immaculately trimmed yard, with immaculately trimmed grass and immaculately kept trees and flowers. It was as if the place ran on perfection, and the yard was perfection itself. They both secretly wondered if the inside of the large, cream colored house that lay beyond the yard was just as immaculate. No doubt it would be, as these rich types had to have everything perfectly manicured, from their yards to their houses to their hands and hair. The young man, being a gentleman, stepped out of the van and closed the door behind him, only to open the passenger side door for the head mistress. She smiled to the young man and thanked him as she stepped out herself and waited for him to close the door behind her. The young man followed her up the drive way, and was surprised at how beautifully immaculate everything was up close, even more so than it was from the view of the van. The young man pressed the doorbell, though couldn’t really hear one, and wondered if maybe it was broken. However, a moment later a young woman with tanned skin dressed in black slacks and a white blouse answered the door.
“Head Mistress, Mr. Neely, welcome. Please, come in.” she said, smiling and standing aside.
“Yes we are.” the older woman said, smiling back as she rolled inside the luxurious looking house, followed by her young friend, York. “It is good to see you, Amanda.”
“It’s been a while.” she replied. “How is everything?”
“the school is doing well. Is Rinsi in?”
“She is, but she doesn’t want any visitors today.”
“I know.” The head mistress said, a welcoming smile still plastered on her wrinkled, but kindly face.
Indeed, she had known from the beginning. She could shear the questions storming her mind, and she could almost see the chaos and confusion that was clouding it. And it was no wonder! Such a disaster on her eighteenth birthday would drive anyone to be a recluse. However, if she were to be left alone to sulk, it would only turn into bitterness and hatred towards those who were not gifted, and that would be counter-productive to everything. No, she could not be allowed to form that bitterness or hatred.
“If you knew she didn’t want company, why did you call us?” York inquired, crossing his arms across his well-built chest.
“Because I know what she is now, and I know that Head Mistress has been looking for her. I also know that she is the only one that can break her out. I am her friend before I am her servant. I don’t want her to be like I almost was. I will go get her now.”
Sighing, Rinsi stood slowly and began to undress. If they were going to be obstinate, she really had no choice but to show her face and tell them to go away. However, she couldn’t really do that and be taken seriously if she was wearing her pajamas. So, she quickly changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and an emerald green turtleneck sweater. She had no make-up so there really wasn’t much she could do about the swelling and bruising on her face. She ran a brush through her hair a little, just to straighten out some of the mess, but didn’t bother tying it back. Putting her slippers back on, she trudged down the stairs in agitation, wondering just who was going to bother her this time, while at the same time being afraid of who might be calling on her, and what they were going to do.
Upon reaching the rather large living room, furnished with comfortable looking couches and recliners that matched, she found a young man who looked to be in his mid or early twenties, with medium auburn hair and a pair of rosy shades over his eyes standing behind an older, dignified looking woman.
“Who are you?” she asked, albeit a bit more curtly than she would have wanted.
“I am the Head Mistress.” the older woman said, “And my friend here is York Neely. We’d like to visit with you for a bit.”
“I don’t want visitors. Please go home.”
“Why is that?” The Head Mistress said, “Is it possibly because you are afraid? Of what, I wonder?”
“Amanda!” she said, turning to her tan friend, “Did not auntie and uncle say not to say anything?”
“She told us nothing.” The Head Mistress said, still smiling.
“Then how do you know if I am afraid or not?”
“The bruises on your face are pretty clear indications.” York said wryly.
Rinsi flushed red. Just who were these people and what gave them the right to be so rude? But before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the Head Mistress.
“Oh, we were not meaning to be rude. However, we cannot leave just yet.”
“Why not? The door is right there.” Rinsi said, motioning towards the front door.
“Rinsi, please do not be so rude.” Amanda said, this time scolding her.
“Why don’t you all just leave me alone?” Rinsi practically screamed.
“Oh, but you don’t want that. It was people leaving you alone that made you feel the way you’re feeling now. Hurt, lost, confused. Of course, their harsh words were hardly any help.” Head Mistress said confidently.
Rinsi stopped dead in her tracks, and paled noticeably. She could understand if maybe Amanda had told them exactly what happened, as was told her by her aunt and uncle, and that they had lied about her not telling them anything, but that didn’t explain how she knew so perfectly how she was feeling at that moment. Not only that, but when she had left to go back to bed that morning, she over-heard Amanda telling her aunt and uncle she had heard about what happened. Just how did she find out anyway? Surely no one from the party would want anything to do with them anymore.
“Amanda was once one of my students.” The Head Mistress explained, as if to answer her mental questions before she could ask them. “Her main ability is to form and control fire, but she is also slightly telepathic.”
“So…when she said she heard about what happened….she read my mind?”
“A little.” Amanda said sheepishly, “I am sorry miss! I had to know what happened. I couldn’t stand seeing you bruised up and not knowing what happened to cause it.”
“She was…your student…So you are telepathic too?” Rinsi said slowly.
“Yes.” The Head Mistress said simply.
“That explains a lot. What about Mr. Neely.”
“Just call me York.” he said, trying to sound friendly, though frankly she was getting impatient with her temper tantrum.
“So, then why are you here?”
“Amanda called us. We were wondering when you were going to realize your gift, but we didn’t expect it this early.” The Head Mistress said. “Starlights are late bloomers, not really realizing their gifts until sometime in their eighteenth year. You’re the only one in Starlight history to have realized yours this early.”
“Wait…Starlight history? You mean…it runs in the family? But why didn’t my auntie or uncle tell me about this?”
“We wanted you to live a normal life as long as you could without being burdened by the fear of what will happen in the future.” A kind voice said behind her.
Rinsi hadn’t realized her aunt and uncle were behind her. She hadn’t heard them approaching. Hearing her auntie suddenly talk behind her made her jump a little. She spun around and glared at her auntie.
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? Did you really think that nothing bad would come of not preparing me for something like this? This is something you tell someone if you know it will eventually happen. It’s right up there with telling your daughter about her period before it happens!” Rinsi practically screamed.
Her auntie and uncle did not flinch when she screamed. She very rarely even raised her voice, so it should have been a surprise, but when they mutually agreed to wait to tell her, they knew something like this would happen, so they were prepared.
Tears spilled down Rinsi’s face, and she was powerless to stop them. Wasn’t it enough she was a monster? Wasn’t it enough that all of her friends, even the man she loved, left her high and dry as soon as she seemed even the slightest bit abnormal? Wasn’t it enough that she had been beaten up for something she didn’t even do? Apparently it was not. It seemed the fates deemed it insufficient, and threw in being betrayed by her friend Amanda and her auntie and uncle.
“That’s exactly why Amanda called us.” Head Mistress said calmly, as if unaffected by her temper tantrum. “She knew you hadn’t been prepared, and that we can help you.”
“What makes you think you can help me?”
“I have helped your friend Amanda, and your parents were once my students as well. Your family is the oldest known generation of mutants, and in order to survive they kept it hidden. It’s time now that you come out of hiding and show the world what you can do.”
“And just what is that? What can I do besides glow and cause chaos?”
“Oh, that’s not even the tip of the ice berg. We want to teach you what your true potential is, but our school right now is over flowing. We have a sister school in western Oregon, run and operated by some of my finest alumni, and we are here to extend an invitation for you to attend.”
“I graduated high school a couple years ago, and I don’t have a license to teach, so what good can I do there?”
“You can learn about yourself. We currently have no classes running, at least not academically. Really, so far it’s just an annex to those who are gifted – a place for them to train and better themselves safely so they can live amongst society later, in peace, without hurting anyone. There are some there, though, who are doing more than just that. Some are there to learn how to use their powers to help others while living in society normally. Your parents did the same thing. Why do you think they were so popular if they were deemed ‘freaks’ or ‘mutants’ by society? The answer is simple: no one knew what they were.”
Rinsi stood silent, deep in thought. It was tempting to go. She wanted to find out why she was glowing, what it meant she could do, and so much more. She wanted to get away from everyone that had hurt her that night, but at the same time she was concerned with her current studies.
“Oh, I’ve nearly forgotten.” The Head Mistress chimed in, derailing her train of thought momentarily, “You’re in college, aren’t you? You’re studying to be a doctor. Unfortunately, we don’t have the classes you need there, but I think we can arrange for you to take a break for a while, and then go back to your studies.”
“Will that affect my chance of becoming a doctor?”
“With your grades I should hardly think so.”