Life of a SuperNatural: Book 1a Amy's Story

Dear Diary,

Today I was walking to Starbucks for some coffee, to keep me awake for the day. I never seem to get any sleep anymore. The same could be said for Mark, we're nearly inseparable these days. Just watching out for each other. Watching children's movies all night long reminds me of when we were innocent without a care in the world. Spoiled rotten. I was doing fine, seriously, I didn't think of her at all that morning. Until an old classmate came up to me. Honestly, the only thing I remember of the incident was her words. "Amy I heard what happened I'm so sorry for your loss". And just like that all the work I put into stopping the pain was diminished...

Everything changes when Amy's mother dies and her 'change' happens. In search of answers, what secrets will Amy unearth? What side will she fight for? Who is this new girl, Felicity? Why is she stalking her?


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*Please check out the sister story: Life of a Supernatural 1b: Felicity's Story.*
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13. Chapter Thirteen part One

Bracha

The tedious work does little to occupy my mind and my thoughts wander away. It takes little time for me to drift to the memories that still haunt me. I am overcome by flashes of fear and the remembered sensation of being dragged out of my home in the night. Shaking my head I force myself away from those dark thoughts. Even the one that happened after, no, I mustn't think of that as I shake my head and the cries of the dying cascaded in the air like a birds' song as I watched helplessly.

"Bracha," my intern, Angel says,"There's someone searching for you again."

Her voice brings me back to the present. It is unusual for someone to look for me personally. Most of the time they are looking for either the school itself or the organization as a whole, and few know of me. Except for the things those I've helped have spread about me. Yet, it has already happened twice this month so I probably shouldn't be surprised.

When Sam and Jenna showed up, practically on my doorstep one after the other asking questions, I had my own questions to ask. Both had similar stories and an identical letter, but that's where their similarities for the most part ended. Their birth mother, Ayo, a technopath whom I had helped years ago, had died. Sam and Jenna's only instructions were to contact me in the case of their awakening. At least that's what Ayo alluded to in her letter. When they arrived, one with a friend in tow, I could sense that their powers for the most part were awakened. Their 'change' had happened, like Ayo liked to put it, or more accurately started. I was expecting their other sister, Amy, would be arriving soon with questions. It's the reason Sam and Jenna came. Why shouldn't I expect the same from their other sister, especially when they're triplets? When Sam arrived, I tried to look at the letter that she had, but she outright refused to give me permission. Jenna, however, when she arrived, was more than happy to discuss with me the contents of the letter. The letter Ayo wrote detailed the reasons why she gave them up while choosing to keep one daughter, Amy, to raise. I fully understand her reasoning and the thought of her saddens me. Although we only knew each other for a short while, I still remember her fondly, although it seems hearing news of a morbid variety has taken a toll on me. It doesn't affect me much anymore to hear such news such as this. It was as if I were becoming almost numb to death.

I look up expectantly, "Please tell Agent Mudaka to extend this young lady an invitation to meet with me. "

Angel looks startled by my words as she responds, "Meet with you? You don't normally meet with so many and never so personally."

I stare down at her. My office chair was chosen for the effect of making me appear larger to those who stood on the other side of my desk. In fact, everything in here had been selected to help visually reinforce my command. My chair is high backed and clearly expensive. The desk is large, and made of solid oak. Most of the walls are covered in shelves of thick books. There are no pictures visible in the room. I glance to my left where my journals sit. Inside their pages are all things I will never allow myself to forget, including the only remaining photos of my family. This is actually not my preferred decor, but it is to prove a point. I am powerful in a way I have never been before although I often find myself missing the days when I could wander the earth at will to find supernaturals rather than sitting and doing mountains of paperwork. Yet for all that I feel stifled here, I would not change it. Now I can help people in ways that were beyond my means before. I will never again be helpless and I will keep my people safe from threats. I cannot protect them if they question me though.

Angel hasn't shifted at all under my scrutiny, although I can tell that she is becoming uncomfortable. She is as stubborn and strong as the day I found her. She has grown up since then though, and no one would recognize her now. The scrawny child I'd taken in was now a young woman.

She has more flesh on her bones from me encouraging her to eat all these years, and it has left her with a much thicker, curvier physique that looked better on her than skin and bones. She could pass for over 20 now if she wanted to even though she was only 18. She has caramel skin, short black hair with a blue streak on the bang that swooped over her eyes, and long straight eyelashes, that easily show off her Latina heritage. It makes her unusual bright blue eyes even more pronounced. She is stubborn and fierce in a way that one wouldn't expect from a girl named after angels. If her mother had known who she'd become she surely would have chosen a name more fitting than Angelica. It was especially ironic given how she acts around others. She had mastered the art of convincing others that she was the embodiment of her name. A blond wig and a sweet smile are all she needs to fool and disarm most people. Though she has never bothered around me. She is still standing strong but I know I've been silent long enough to prove my point.

"That is none of your business. Remember I took you in." I say as I watch as her face harden as she remembers harsher times. I watch her walk out the open door, leaving it open behind her. A silent act of rebellion on her part as I sat back down in my high chair.

I wonder what this sister will be like. It must be her, Amy, who else would have been told my name and asking around for me? A person who by all rights doesn't exist. The sisters I have met so far are as different as night and day.

Sam seemed more like a party girl hooked on teenage rebellion. I would have dismissed her as just that if I couldn't sense the waves of emotions etched in the little things she did. She avoided eye contact, suggesting a lack of confidence.This contrasted dramatically with the stubbornness that fueled her. There was also the way she avoided physical touch. I suspect that someone hurt her, not that she will acknowledge this though. It was interesting studying her--her false confidence masking her social anxiety. When you've been around as long as I have you tend to be able to read people easily. Most don't accept my offer to go to my school under my conditions, at least not at first. Desperation normally drives them, especially since I cannot disclose the exact location of the school. The only way I can divulge the location of the school is through a telepath. Who then? gives out the directions step by step to those who wish to attend. This way If they changed their minds the school's location isn't compromised. She must have been desperate, apprehensive- yes, but desperate. She agreed immediately.

Jenna was spunky for the most part, a stark contrast from her sister, but that seemed practiced, not completely sincere like she was used to faking it although there were times when the facade slipped and I could see her genuine kindness and eagerness to know more about herself and her past. She showed me her and her friend, Brandon's strength. She talked excitedly about their abilities. She seemed so positive. She practically jumped at the chance I gave her to go to our school, barely hesitating like most do. Brandon, however, seemed a bit more cautious, but he, too, was swept up by her pace and was soon convinced to join my school.

Currently, Jenna, Sam, and Brandon were staying in one of the dorms on campus. I planned on giving them jobs as interns, but they refused. Although I have to admit Sam didn't refuse politely at all. She still stares at me wryly in distrust although I've done nothing to have earned this. She still won't tell me how she got her abilities not that it matters. I don't talk about how I got mine and I still refuse to talk about it no matter how old I am. Jenna, however, told me her story. I find it horrible how a family could say they love someone but disown them because they're different. It's because of people like that I want to create a safe place for those who are different although to create this I have to enforce my rules harshly. If someone disobeys our rules--my rules-- then they will be punished in such a way that no one would dare repeat their actions.

It matters little to me if they want to work as interns. They'll soon need a job, at least until I suspect their other sister, Amy, is here? She did just inherit incredible wealth no matter how morbid the way it was given to her. At least that was what I could gather from doing research about her. She barely has a social media presence only appearing in official photos where her mother was headlining.

As I wait for Maduka to arrange things I continue with my paperwork. It shouldn't take long he's one of the best trackers? we have. I sifted through the files of students that have applied for this year. They are interesting, to say the least. We even have a light user joining us this year. I have seen few of them and little is known about them. Beyond that, we have users of all elements, several different varieties of shifters, and a few very powerful telepaths with unique specialties. This year will be one to remember I'm sure. There was also the returning students who came to learn how to use their powers in a business setting that would make them more efficient in their particular career choice. Those students don't live on campus but instead wherever their mentors take them.

I had finished sorting the student files when Angel comes back handing me the phone, "Maduka has located her. He wants to talk to you," she said as she hands me the phone. I take it pressing it close to my ear as I hear a thick accent respond, "Bracha I don find that girl. You wan go talk to her and make una make the meeting arrangements?"

(Bracha I have found the girl. Do you want to talk to her and make the meeting arrangements?)

"Yes, Maduka put her on the line," I hear him say, "E dey ok," as I hear some rustling and a soft voice say, "Hello?"

(Okay)

"This is Amy right?" I ask.

"Are you Bracha?" she responds. Her voice is very similar to her mother's although she isn't as formal and I can hear the suspicion hidden in it.

"Yes, Amy, my name is Bracha Kleiner. I heard you were searching for me and I imagine that you have many questions. I would like to meet with you... if that would be alright?" Meeting her in person would make explaining things much easier, and it would allow me to get a better feel for her powers.

"Yeah. Where would you like to meet?" Hmm, I have several options but she'll likely prefer somewhere public for security reasons. With the nature of our discussion privacy is required though.

"There is a cafe not far from me known as Writer's Haven." It was just outside of Geheim, and the people there wouldn't believe anything they overheard. They'd just assume it was the plot for some fantasy book we were writing or talking about.

"I can find it. What time can we meet?" she asks. Some of the suspicion is gone, but she is still wary of me. Smart girl.

"I am free the day after tomorrow. Would 3 o'clock work?" My schedule should be free by then and if not, well that's why I have an intern. A smile creeps across my face at the thought. Maybe I should leave some work undone on purpose?

"Yeah, that should be fine. I'm also bringing my friend Mark, and my younger siblings so pick a big table." Interesting. I would prefer the meeting to be alone, but that would likely set her on edge again. The mere fact that she brought her siblings with her means that she's either responsible or irresponsible depending on her motives. Well, I shall soon find out which one she is soon. However, I did allow Jenna to bring her friend with her to our meeting.

"Of course. I'll see you then." She hangs up once I'm done speaking. That was rude, but I suppose that can be expected given all she's been through recently.

I couldn't tell much about her from her voice, except that it was different from her sisters. Their voices are similar but each had their own unique tone that comes through. Amy's tone of voice was much softer than her sisters. It gave off a slightly sad note to it. A note that surely is her mother's death taking its toll on her. Sam's voice had a bit of an edge to it. Like she was always wary that something or someone was going to jump out at her. Jenna had a cheerful voice but that in itself seemed like another thing she practiced. I think at her core she is a happy girl but she's been practicing being happy for far too long and now doesn't know when she's truly happy. No matter their differences just like all the other students that come to our school they must take a therapy class. Hopefully, this helps unveil the troubles they are dealing with and help them deal with it in a more positive way.

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