Awoken (The Lucidites Book 1) by Noffke Sarah

Author:Noffke, Sarah [Noffke, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: One-Twenty-Six Press
Published: 2014-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

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“We need to work on weapon retrieval,” Mario says shortly after we’re all gathered in the kung fu studio. “Trent, you will telekinetically send Roya weapons while she spars with Joseph and Samara.” He turns his focus on me. “Roya, you will not know when a weapon will be sent or what weapon it will be so remain aware while also fending off attacks. Take your places and let’s begin.”

Samara and Joseph take turns throwing punches and kicks at me. I do my best to block them. It’s challenging to defend myself against two people. Too often I’m blocking Samara’s kicks when Joseph’s fist drill into my sides, not hard, but enough to let me know I’m losing this fight. I whip around to block him and miss an attack from Samara. It sends me to my knees, but I’m back on my toes in half a breath.

And then all at once everything slows down in my mind. Their attacks take a back stage and my hands automatically deflect them. There’s a flash: Two sticks connected by a short chain soar through the air. If I reach my right arm across my back and down this is the ideal position for obtaining the weapon.

When I return from the momentary flash, my hands are still deflecting attacks. A countdown goes off in my head. At first I’m unsure why. I just listen and witness the quickness of my movements. One. I move forward, pushing off their assaults. Two. I step to the side, causing Joseph and Samara to rethink their formation. Three. A cord tugs at me and I copy the visualization, reaching my arm behind my back, outstretching my hand until the rounded wood connects with my palm. I close my grasp and pull the nunchakus around my body with a jerk and a flick. This is enough to break Samara’s nose.

There’s an explosion of blood. My brief moment of pride and accomplishment is immediately overwhelmed by people rushing onto the scene.

If I didn’t know how horrible I felt, at least George is there to remind me. “It’s okay,” he says. “We all know you didn’t mean to do it.”

Samara cries as Mario holds a wad of towels to her nose. The nunchakus hit the ground with a loud thud. From under Samara’s sobs I hear a small voice and I realize then I have my face covered. I pull my hands away to see Whitney standing over Samara, requesting she keep her hands down away from her face.

We stand silently in a circle around the two of them and watch. Samara’s beautiful, thick hair falls around her on the ground. The blood covering her face makes her pale skin look whiter than ever before. But it’s Whitney who looks out of place. She’s confident. One movement from her and Samara tenses. We all instinctively back away. She rests her hands over Samara’s face and gradually, as if sucking the pain out of the room, the whimpers begin to fade.

One uninterrupted minute passes as we stand motionless, staring.

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