As I walked to the basement classroom I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being led to the gallows. Every inch of my body was filled with doom. Even replaying my kiss with Wes over and over again in my mind didn't help. In just a few short minutes everyone would have to sit and watch my tape, watch me attack Kelly like a crazed animal. There was no stopping it. There was no prolonging the inevitable.

When we all entered the room, the TV from the day before was standing front and center. For an inanimate object it sure as hell felt like the damn thing was taunting me.

"We have one last tape to watch today."

I hadn't even noticed Ms. Pierce standing at the front of the room, I was too focused on the evil device next to her.

Everyone was seated, so she turned the TV on and the first thing on the screen was an image of my old biology class. From the direction of the video, I could tell the camera was positioned in the corner above the doorway. On the paused image I could clearly see myself sitting at a table.

I looked at the faces around me, all of which were looking at the TV screen. Slowly each of their expressions turned to ones of recognition. I hadn't told them the last video would be mine, but they understood now as they spotted my double on the screen. Sage was the first to look back at me. She offered a small smile, probably hoped it would help to calm the panic that I knew was clearly visible on my face now. The gesture was sweet but it had little effect. Lolly glanced at me over her shoulder but quickly averted her gaze. I didn't blame her, I already knew she didn't handle tense situations well. It was Wes' look I was waiting on.

He sat directly next to me but didn't turn to look at me. Instead, his face looked just as angry as it did the day before when he realized we would be watching his tape. Now it was my turn and instead of looking at me with sympathy he reached over and wrapped his hand around mine. That small lifeline was enough to ease some of the tension in my muscles. He wasn't going to pity me and feel sorry for me. No, he was going to lend me his strength to get through this.

Finally, Ms. Pierce hit the play button and I took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Focusing on deep breaths and the feel of Wes' hand around mine would be my goal until the video was over.

On the screen, I could make out an image of a boy walking from under the camera towards video-me, Brandon. He pats me on the back before taking his seat. I feel Wes' hand tighten just a fraction but the moment passes and his grip loosens. Ms. Pierce fast-forwards the video through the part of the class reading and hits play again when video-me is seen standing up from the table. My double grabs my book and Brandon's book and walks across the room to the shelves. While there, she's approached by my old friend, Danielle.

Seeing Danielle on the screen I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I hadn't seen her since she was forced to testify in court. She gave Kelly's lawyer so much sarcasm and made sure to defend me the entire time. I loved her for that, but knowing what I know now, I doubted I'd ever see her again. I wasn't safe to be around anymore.

Soon I can make out the small TV version of Kelly approach video-me and Danielle. This time it was my turn to squeeze Wes' hand. Only squeezing his hand did little to calm my nerves, I knew what was coming next.

Kelly went back to her desk and soon my double was headed in the same direction. But before she could even pass up Kelly's desk and make it to her own, Kelly kicked at the chair next to her and sent it flying. The chair knocked into video-me and I went falling, my face slamming into the corner of a table before smashing to the ground.

This was it, this was when everything changed. The tension was too much, I couldn't handle it. I let go of Wes' hand and got up to pace in the back of the room. Back and forth I walked but I never took my eyes off the screen. Wes moved to get up and join me in the back of the room but Ms. Pierce put up her hand to stop him.

"Don't, she needs to do this on her own."

Why did watching the video feel so different this time? Well, maybe it was because this was the first time I was really watching. Sure I was showed the tape in court a million times but I only watched long enough to confirm it was me who attacked Kelly. After that I always averted my eyes to the floor, unable to fully watch the image of myself beat the living daylights out of another person. This time, I had to watch, really watch.

Video Dani was arguing with the teacher and Kelly. The camera couldn't pick up what they were saying but I already knew. Video me sat on the floor with blood running from the wounds on her face. She looked confused as she watched Kelly laugh at her behind the teachers back. When her head turned to look for help from the boy sitting at her table, all she got was the cold shoulder as he looked at the floor. She slowly got to her feet but looked like she was going to faint, closing her eyes tightly shut.

I remember this part clearly. The ringing and the spinning and the fire. But wait, was I remembering it or was I actually feeling it, now? My pacing was slowing but my body was shaking as I watched.

Video me opened her eyes and as soon as she did she went charging at Kelly. She dove for the laughing girl effectively taking her to the ground and began to throw punches over and over again. Each time her fists connected perfectly with the soft tissue of Kelly's body until her hands were covered in blood.

I couldn't take it. This video me wasn't me. Her eyes looked empty and soulless. She was even laughing as Kelly visibly screamed for her life. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with me?

My hands started to twitch and that raging fire that had made a home inside the pit of my stomach roared to life. The roaring fire was so loud it was all I could hear even as another part of me recognized there was another commotion in the basement classroom. While I was watching video me throw punch after devastating punch, Sage was curled up into a ball on the floor. She was repeating something over and over again while Ms. Pierce tried to soother her. I wanted to go to her, help her, but the fire wouldn't let me look away from the TV screen. 

"Stop!"

A chair went flying across the room and smashed into the television knocking it to the ground and ending the violence that it displayed seconds ago.

The fire in the pit of my stomach shrunk smaller and smaller until I could no longer feel it. Only then was I able to connect my voice to the one that yelled. Only then did I notice my outstretched hand, and at the end of it, another chair hovered off the ground with nothing holding it up. I threw that chair, without touching it. Just like I held this chair in the air without touching it. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding in and the hovering chair crashed down to the ground.

Forgetting about the flying chairs, I ran for Sage who was now standing next to her chair on the other side of the room.

"Are you okay?"

Tears streamed down her face and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed against me. "I'm so sorry you had to watch that again."

I didn't understand. Sure watching the video was tough but why would she be sorry for that?

We pulled away from each other but the whole time Ms. Pierce was watching us closely. She seemed to be lost deep in thought until Alicia piped up.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I'm not one hundred percent positive but I think Chloe might be telekinetic." Ms. Pierce answered, eyeing me.

"Whats telekinetic?" Declan asked next.

"It means she can move things with her mind." Ms. Pierce directed her attention onto Sage next. "What was going on? I couldn't hear what you were saying."

Sage took a deep breath but when she answered she looked at me instead.

"I could hear you."

"But I didn't say anything."

"Doesn't matter. I heard you loud and clear. You thought you looked soulless and empty on the TV. You hated it, and you hated how the image of you was enjoying hurting that girl."

She was right, but it didn't change the fact that I never said any of that out loud. 

Ms. Pierce turned to the ever waiting Mr. B, who stood at the front of the room with a clipboard in his hand. "Telepathy." She said to him and he wrote on his clipboard.

"Telepathy, like reading minds?" Wes asked, now walking over to us.

"Yes, Wes. I think Sage might be telepathic which means she can read minds. She and Chloe have a deep blood bond being twins. Chloe being consumed by her power could have connected with Sage awakening her abilities as well. We'll have to run some tests to be sure."

Alicia huffed and puffed some more.

"Well, what are the rest of us suppose to do? How are we suppose to find out what we can do?"

"I already have a theory about you, Alicia. As for Wes and Declan, we can run some tests to try and bring out their powers. How about you all follow me."

With that, Ms. Pierce walked out of the room and the rest of us followed. Sage and I stayed to the back of the pack holding onto one another for support. It had already been such a big day for the two of us, we needed to be there for each other.

We followed Ms. Pierce out to the dimly lit hallway and walked in the opposite direction of the stairs, passing more closed doors on our way. When we reached the end of the hall, Ms. Pierce opened the last door and ushered us in. The room we entered was enormous, at least the size of my old high school's gym, if not bigger. The walls looked like they were concrete and the only thing occupying the huge space was a few target dummies along the back wall.

"This is the training room," Ms. Pierce explained.

Obviously.

"Alicia, after reviewing your tape many times I theorize that you may be capable of invisibility."

Alicia showed no expression towards this news. She just stoically stood there listening to Ms. Pierce continue explaining.

"The problem is, you flickered in the video while you were blacked out, so we've been having trouble thinking of ways to get you to do it conscientiously. In this room, we will run a series of test to try and help all of you discover your abilities as well as perfecting there use." Ms. Pierce pointed to the dummies at the end of the long room. "Lucas, why don't you give it a shot. See if you can burn one of the targets."

Lucas took a few steps away from Lolly and the rest of the group. He threw his hand out in front of him but nothing happened. His brows furrowed and the muscles in his arms and back looked as if they were tensing up, but still, nothing happened. Ms. Pierce walked to the side of him and began speaking low, only we all could hear every word she said.

"Think of that night in your room. Think of the anger and the fear of finding out what you are."

Lucas tensed his arms again and small beads of sweat prickled his forehead.

"Think of the fire, the heat. Let it flow through you."

Lucas groaned as if he was lifting weights, straining his whole body to do something it shouldn't be able to do.

"What was it your mother called you?" The question only made Lucas strain more.

"Oh that's right," Ms. Pierce prodded. "the spawn of Satan."

That seemed to do the trick. A red ball of flames began at the tips of his fingers the size of a marble.

"Ahhh!" Lucas yelled as the ball grew to the size of a baseball. Finally, Lucas pulled the fireball back and threw it forward. It flew past one of the dummies and hit the concrete wall.

Ms. Pierce stepped away from Lucas' heavy breathing body. "We need to work on your aim."