Prologue
She felt the rage rising, fueling the power she always fought to keep hidden. Sparks were starting to fly from her finger tips and she folded them into fist to keep them from seeing. Her heart had picked up pace and she cast her eyes down knowing her irises would be glowing a violent gray. Trying to stay calm and not panic, she took deep calming breaths.
“ Bobby please,” she begged, backing up the wall of the classroom. The three boys laughed in her face.
She’d only wanted a quite place to read, if she’d known, Bobby and his friends would follow her, she would have stayed in her hostel. Outside, the rain was raging, flashes of lightning calling the thunder to roar. If she screamed, mr Toby, the old security man, would not hear her in the madness of the rain. Her body was shaking now with the effort it took her to keep the storm inside.
“ I’m begging you,” she cried, her voice straining, tears of pain from her effort leaving her eyes,
“ you could have made this easy on yourself and accepted the first time I asked,” Bobby said, reaching for his belt.
“ Please,” she tried again.
“ Hold her!” he commanded, ignoring her plea. The other two moved to follow through. She moved back again, her back hitting the wall. She shook her head vigorously, could the idiot not see she was trying to save him?
“ stop, please,” she said, her voice deeper, and again they laughed. She had promised her mother she would keep it in and yet, these fools were determined to get her to lose control.
The lockers and chairs started to clatter, the windows slapping in on each other, pulling from their hinges. The class door followed through, the lighting flashed red and her head snapped up, her irises glowing. The breeze in the class turned violent, pulling in the chairs and lockers, the windows followed, yanked from their hinges. The boys halted, their eyes flaring with panic,
“ wha…. What’s happening,” one of Bobby’s friends asked, their eyes meeting hers and they froze at the color of it.
“ what…are you?” Bobby asked, shaking now and backing up. There was no kindness in those eyes, no mercy, only pure furious anger. The hunted had become the hunter.
“ I told you to STOP!”
At her last word, her mind went dark. The wind exploded in the class, rain pouring down from the class roof. The class door burst forward, slapping into one of Bobby’s friends, knocking him unconscious. The windows split violently, splinters flying and sinking into their skin. The boys screamed in terror, trying to escape only to be lifted off their feet and slammed hard against the wall, crashing to the floor unconscious. In the mist of the chaos, she stood, unseeing, the wind tearing at her night gown, eyes blazing a glowing gray, face drawn in a furious frown, braids flying madly.
Suddenly, a bright white light exploded in the classroom before her. A middle aged woman clad in a dark green suit stepped through, her gray hair cut short. She reached out and took her right hand.
“ Enough child, enough,” she said, her voice a soft balm against the rage that was her. The chaos did not touch the woman, not the splinters, not the wind and not the rain. They seemed to bounce off her.
“ Let it go now, you have made your point.”
Tears were rushing down her cheeks. Tears that meant to drown her.
“ It’s ok, Kamsi Mmadueke, you’re safe now,” the woman continued.
The storm began to cease, the rain reducing to drizzles, the utterly ruined tables and chairs dropping down. She sniffed, as she felt the rage slowly leave her. She looked around, tears still running down her cheek,
“ I’m sorry,” Kamsi said in a small voice and everything went dark.
