Blank: Chapter Thirteen: Nothing Can Be Explained

A/N: New Chapter! It's almost 2 a.m. but I was in a writing mood after listening to a certain song on repeat about 10 times. The title of the song is the same as the Chapter title. Links to the song will be under the "Theme Songs" tab on the home page.

So I wanted to give you guys SOMETHING before I go on a four day trip to the Black Hills to spend some time at a cabin and swim in a lake and go hiking and such and such. I'm sorry if it's a bit short. Well, here it is.

Chapter Thirteen: Nothing Can Be Explained

                “Yes.” He says as he walks forward with alien grace. “I wanted to speak with you.”

                “What do you want?” I take an instinctive step backwards towards the bed covered in dismantled gray sheets.

                “I want to explain everything to you. Better than Mr. Reethe could.”

                My eyes tighten slightly at the mention of Sam’s name, but I don’t say anything. I’ll let him speak. That’s the only way to get him to leave. 

                “You are a Blank. That means you were born with genes that give you supernatural powers. The gene is passed from a family member that also has the same gene. Your powers are usually similar to the person who gave you said gene.” He pauses.

                Understandable. I nod. What power does aunt Jeane have?

                “The first Blanks were created by my own kind in order to make killing off humans more… entertaining. But humans evolved to their situation and began passing on more potent powers through reproducing.” He scratches the side of his finger for a few moments before continuing.

                “Why do you want to kill us?” I blurt out, my fists clenching. I hear him scoff as he ignores my outburst and keeps talking.

                “The black book without words, the book that was in the bag in your place of residence,”

                They went in your room!

                I gulp softly at the thought of one of them standing in my room, looking through my things.

                “Is believed to be created by three of the early Blanks, one helped created it with his power to make objects disappear, which is why the words appear and disappear to his liking. The second, had the ability to make the Blanks attracted to it if they are in a certain distance from the book. The third, used the power of illusion. That is why only Blanks can see its contents. Normal humans see their fifth favorite book in the pages. Is this all clear to you?”

                “I-I think so…” It’s hard to wrap my brain around, but I’m sure he explained it as simply as he could, so I’ll just have to deal with that. “But why did the three early Blanks create the book in the first place?”

                “My kind does not know.”

                I smirk, feeling a bit smug that the Blanks are able to keep at least one secret hidden from them.

                “As my kind said before, back in your cell room, we have gathered enough brain waves to determine what powers you possess.”

                This sparks my interest. “I have more than one?”

                “Many Blanks have developed a second power, though the second is frequently weaker.  Take Mr. Reethe, for example.  His strongest power is teleportation, and his second power is strength. His strength is only two times stronger than that of a human, not as impressive as his first power, you see.”

                That’s why Sam was able to break Cotter’s arm so easily!

                “You’re probably wondering about your powers.” He hisses. I flinch and stare into the black depths of his hood, if I concentrate, I can see the nasty red glint of his eyes.

                “What can I do?”

                “You have telekinesis. This enables you to move objects with your mind. It frequently transferred through hand movements, which we have realized through study.”

                My mouth hangs open. Sam’s theory was right. That explains the shattered window, moving desks, the dents in Melanie’s car, and the horrific moment in the woods when Sam lost control and I hurt him.

                “Your second was hard to comprehend, but when you were sleeping, we were able to analyze another power.”

                This sparks my interest. What do my dreams have to do with anything?

                “We’ve come to believe that your dreams may have insight to the future.”

                I almost gag on my tongue. “F-Future?”

                “Yes. Many dreams you’ve had are very likely to become true, given you’re circumstances.”

                “No. Sam- he’s not going to die-”

                “You have no control whether the boy will live or die. With the snap of my fingers his life could cease.”

                “You monster!” I through myself at him, clawing my fingers in his eyes. He screams, and falls backwards, sending me with him. I’m on top of him now, my knees digging into his arms to keep him still. “Let Sam go!”

                “It’s not under my control!” He gasps between screams as I continue to abuse his body. My fingers reach the hood of his cloak, I tug on it slightly. “I swear I’ll take this hood off. I’ll see the real, hideous you.”

                “Do it.”

                This takes me back. There is black blood oozing between my fingernails, my knuckles hurt, and bleed their own blood, yet I’m taken aback.

                “You’d let me?”

                He nods. I slowly take the hood off, to reveal the face…

                Of a normal, human boy.

                A squeal almost escapes from my throat as I push myself away from him, backwards on my hands in knees in a insane crab walk until I feel the back of my head touch the wall.

                “You’re human.” I manage to breathe. God, I’m shaking.

                His red eyes are full of remorse. “I was.” He smiles sadly, showing sharp, pointed teeth.

                No, not quite human.

                “Wh-…why?”

                “That, Ms. Soole, is a story for another day.” His smooth pale skin is in complete contrast with the scaly skin I’ve seen on their hands before. He has a very boyish face, and smooth, brown hair. If it weren’t for the red eyes, sharp teeth and nails, I would say he was a normal high school student. There are a few claw marks on his face from my attack, and I almost feel guilty. Then I remember  that he’s one of them. And they’re keeping Sam captive.

                “The real reason I was sent to talk to you is because I look the most human. My superiors suspected something like this would happen.”

                “Oh.” I whisper.  “So what do you really need to say to me?”

                “What I came here to say is this: we’re recruiting you.”

                “What?”

                “You’re going to become one of us.”

                It hits me. A black cloak whipping against my shoulder, my tears washing Sam’s bloody face as I lean over him. Dead.

                “I’m…going to become… one of you?” I say, tears beginning to burn in my eyes. “And if I refuse?”

                “We’ll kill Mr. Reethe in front of you. Then take your soul by force and you will cease to exist.”

                “If you’ll believe me, this is a lot to take in and I would like to be left alone as soon as possible.”

                “Understood, Ms. Soole.” The brown haired boy turns to leave, before I get up quickly and take a fistful of his cloak.

                “Wait-!”

                He slowly turns his shoulders and watches at me. “Yes?”

                “Is that what happened to you?”

                He chuckles darkly, and turns away. As he closes the door I can make out one, simple sentence.

                “That, Ms. Soole, is a story for another day.”

End of Chapter Thirteen.