Ryan cocked his head,"Gifts....rather a strange title for what plagues us. A gift must be given...do you have any idea why we can do what we do?"
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"It's a mutation. We don't exactly know why our bodies have mutated. The gifts we are given through our mutations can be used as a gift, or a curse, depending on the way you use it." He said. "But we help all gifted children to harness their gifts and learn to control it, so it doesn't control them." The professor said, explaining it the way he had many times before, to help them understand.Ryan cocked his head,"Gifts....rather a strange title for what plagues us. A gift must be given...do you have any idea why we can do what we do?"
The professor nodded. "Your room is on the third floor." He told her which one was hers and opened the door with his mind. "You three can go find your rooms if you want." He said.angel was getting cranky she still hadn't slept in a while. her eyes looked no longer pretty and angelic but like she had black eyes and her skin was pale. it was if she was withering away. she looked like he**." so i get to stay here. cool, do you mind if i get the tour later and the bed now." she said getting impatient. she didn't care anymore if Ryan was skeptical of this. she just wanted to sleep.
Amber stood but didn't leave yet. She watched the professor quietly a moment longer before speaking "You can really teach me so I won't kill anyone else?" she asked softlyThe professor nodded. "Your room is on the third floor." He told her which one was hers and opened the door with his mind. "You three can go find your rooms if you want." He said.
"everyone gets drained of energy from using their gifts too much. And yes, I already know that. You push yourself very hard. Everyone's gifts are unique. No one has the same exact gift, though some are similar." He said. "You can learn to control your mutations, but only if you want to. It's your choice."Ryan nodded...everything made sense. But he had one more question. He knew that he could use his...well, he might as well call it a gift...for good or evil. That had always been the case...
That's why he had always pushed himself further. Perhaps if he could control his power, he would not kill or hurt anyone else...
but he had almost killed himself trying to learn to control it.
"If you can read my mind, perhaps you already know this... But I have always tried to use my abilities and push myself to find out their limmits...but I...It' more danger to myself. I run out of energy..."
He hesitated and changed what he was saying, "How do we learn how to control our mutations? Are there others with the same abilities as us?"
the professor nodded. "But you have to want to learn. We can't make you learn. We all have a choice to make. To use our gifts for good, or evil. And whether we want to control it, or it to control us."Amber stood but didn't leave yet. She watched the professor quietly a moment longer before speaking "You can really teach me so I won't kill anyone else?" she asked softly
"thank you" angel said exasperated. she left the room hearing Ryan and amber press forward. she took the stair three at a time until coming to a door that was hers. she opened it and went in seeing the bed and fell onto it letting her bag drop and immediately fell asleep dreaming of her grandpa.The professor nodded. "Your room is on the third floor." He told her which one was hers and opened the door with his mind. "You three can go find your rooms if you want." He said.
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Ryan smiled, his white teeth flashing, "Oh, I want to learn all right. You needn't worry about that." he stood and fingered his dagger, a nervous habit. "Did you say my room was on the third floor? What number?"