Chapter Fifteen
Micheal left and it was just him and Marie in her room. She walked around searching for things to pack. He was elated that she was on board and ready to train. He could tell she was a ball of nerves, but the mystery of her heritage egged her on.
Now it was time for Brenton to tell Marie why he came to find her and he was nervous. He thought about waiting until she was half way through her training, but that wouldn't be fair to her, not knowing what she was walking into.
He had to stop the mind conversations he was having with himself before she heard them. Since the fever wore off she was picking up on a lot of things. She was quiet and Brenton was afraid she already knew what he wasn't saying.
“So, how do you feel?” Brenton asked trying to build up courage.
“I feel great. The fever really took it out of me, but now I'm totally wired.”
“Good. You wanna try some things just to test it?”
Her eyes lit up and she dropped the bag that was in her hand. “Heck yeah. Let's do this!”
Brenton stood up and planted his feet firmly. Marie came to do the same in front of him.
“Okay, close your eyes and concentrate.”
“Concentrate on what?” she asked.
“Anything. Your mind controls the things around you. For instance, try to shadow travel through that wall. Just picture yourself as the shadow and imagine going through it.”
He walked her toward the wall and pointed at the space where he frequented for the last week. He didn't say it out loud, but he was certain Marie read his thoughts that time.
“The only drawback to shadow traveling is you have to know where you're going to get there. You have to imagine an actual spot. If you've never been to the place you think of, it won't work. You need to visualize something specific,” he said then slowly put his hand and arm through the wall, then back out again. “Also, it has to be a short distance. I was told that it is impossible to travel great distances. You can't get to France from here. Although it is nice this time of year.”
Marie nodded, closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, her face twisted. A couple of minutes went by and she opened one eye to peek at him. Brenton stood with his arms folded, watching her. She closed the eye quickly and went back to meditating.
“You really have to focus your energy. Its like daydreaming, when you think about other things you could be doing, your mind creates and builds from your thoughts. Try that and see if it works.”
Marie had her eyes squeezed shut, but when Brenton stopped talking, she relaxed her face and body. She reached out her hands and walked forward like a mummy until she connected with the wall. She stood with her palms flat on the wall for a second then her hands went through.
Brenton went through the wall and ended up in the bathroom. Marie was halfway out of the wall before she opened her eyes. She stepped completely out and looked around in surprise. He couldn't help but smile.
“I did it,” she said jumping up and down.
“Yeah you did,” he replied.
She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him so tight he wanted to melt into her. She kissed him on the cheek and let go.
He wanted that moment to go on forever, but it was against the rules. He needed to get his feelings under control.
He wished that under different circumstances they could be together, grow old with one another. But that wasn't the life they could live. They would have to constantly fight and try to redeem themselves for something they had no control over.
Marie's mom also warned that these feelings weren't real. That it was just the connection, the flow of information between the both of them. It seemed as if she was speaking from experience.
A big part of him wanted to believe that it was just the floodgates that made him think about her the way he did, but he knew better. It was real to him, more than just the twin thing.
“That was amazing. Let's try something else,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
She walked back through to her room. Brenton followed her lead.
“What else do you want to try?”
“I want to make some fire,” she said excitedly.
Brenton stepped back, not sure how to respond to the request. She was so new to this. He was afraid doing too much right now could be detrimental; but for some reason, he couldn't say no to her. He didn't want her to be disappointed. She had come so far, one try wouldn't hurt, she probably wouldn't be able to get it going anyway.
He told her to hold out her hands, she did as she was told. He grabbed the box of matches from her dresser that her mom brought in earlier for the trip. They would come in handy since he wouldn't have anyone throwing flaming objects out of windows for him. Plus, Marie wasn't trained to produce the fire on her own yet.
He struck the match and placed it in her hand. The fire blazed and he backed up. It shot upward and burned the ceiling.
“Stop thinking about what could happen, you'll make it happen. The fire does exactly what you're thinking. For now, just concentrate on keeping it lit.”
“Okay,” she said with a grin on her face. “This is so weird. I don't feel any heat at all. But I can feel a pulse, something thumping against my palm. Is that normal?”
“Yep. The flame has connected to you, it's apart of your heart beat. That is how you control it effectively, by letting it absorb in you and you in it. Soon you will work together. Once you learn to produce it on your own, it will be second nature to you. You don't have to think about it, the flame will know what you want from instinct.”
Brenton put his hand over hers and transferred the fire from her hand to his. He made it small and it glowed on the tip of his finger. He smiled as it hopped from one finger to the next. Her eyes were wide as she watched. He was trying to impress her again.
He then imagined a butterfly and the fire changed into the shape of a flaming monarch. It hovered over his hand, but continued to grow, flapping its wings.
Marie reached out and touched the wing of the butterfly and the fire transferred back to her into a ball. She closed her eyes and the flame turned into a giant heart. She opened her eyes and gazed into Brenton's.She took his breath away. The way her hair flowed without any wind present, the way her eyes sparkled and that smile. He would kill for that smile. His heart was doing back flips in his chest, he couldn't take it anymore. He was overwhelmed with a strange feeling and he couldn't explain it.
He knew it was wrong and forbidden for angels to be with each other. That was the code, the rule. Every generation had a set of angels, The Watchers, who made sure the rules were followed. The ones who could see the future of their race. Anyone jeopardizing it would be punished.
They told stories of spawns going against the rules and becoming cursed or thrown in a pit; their children dying horrible deaths. He knew the consequences and he didn't care. They were myths, legends they told to scare the kids. What he felt for Marie was real.
He waved his hand over the flame and put it out then grabbed her arms to pull her into a kiss. He was sure he shocked her; she wasn't kissing him back, but he couldn't stop. He had waited on her all his life. Now she was in front of him and he couldn't resist.
He never thought when he found her it would be like this. None of the other angels had this type of emotion for their twin. Even when they first connected, they never mentioned feeling any love, just the surge of power. Maybe he was broken, too.
Finally she kissed him back. She ran her fingers threw his hair and it sent him reeling. He was definitely going to log this memory in a secret vault, one he would visit often.
He didn't know what the future held for them. They could go to war and never return; be punished or worse, but at least they had this fleeting moment.