Saint Joseph School

"Dear Diary,
Today, I'll be catching you up to speed on what has happened since the Arachnos Agents stormed George Washington High School, three months ago. It's been fairly difficult to write about it, as it was when my powers seemed to errupt into being. I wish I could keep those friends I had (Emily, Dave, and Girbil), but the fact of the matter is that the lady from Longbow was right. As much as I may not want to harm anyone, there are certain people who will come after my mom and I, to take us away from where we live, and make us do things we don't want to do.

Girbil and Dave were in gym, when the Arachnos airships dropped in and unloaded their soldiers, so they were actually pretty safe, even under the watchful eyes of the agents. Em, and I were in Science, and it turned out our teacher was an undercover operative of Longbow, sent to keep an eye on me, because he whipped out this badge and pistol, and started going rambo on those guys in black. In the confusion, Em was shot, and I managed to get over to her, but saw she was really bad off.

The feeling of cold that ripped me to shreds inside was horrid! I tried to cover her wound up, so that she wouldn't see, and this wierd glow exploded from me, engulfing Em, and partially reversing her injury! She and I both got wierded out, but it kept happening, until she was no longer injured. Sadly, Emily freaked out, and ran away. I never got to say goodbye, and my heart feels everyday like it might shatter, because I think she's affraid of me, now.

Not that it matters, though. I was transfered to this school, St. Joseph School, but got lost from the group because of the book I was reading on alien physiologies. Fortunately, once I figured out that I was lost, a girl named Lycia helped me get in touch with a guy I call Mr H! He's a terribly nice guy, and knows how to flatter people. But, more importantly, he got me to the school! I really like Lycia, and hope she will be okay with us being friends. Well, it looks like classes will begin after breakfast, so I need to go. More later, I promise!"

Kris sat her pen down, and removed her glasses to wipe her eyes. she didn't cry this time, but it did hurt to think of how many times she and her mother had moved across the US. According to her mother, this was their last "hurrah." Their last chance at living in the US, before she just gave up and moved back to Aeon City, in the Rogue Isles. Kris had no memory of the Isles, and wasn't too sure she wanted anything to do with them. But, since the developement of her powers arrising, Kris was absolutely certain that Arachnos wouldn't take her without a fight!

Sighing, she put her glasses back on, and brushed her short cropped red hair, before finishing with putting her uniform on. This was a new day, in a new place. Just like any other new days and new places, but hopefully the last one for a little bit. Kris wondered for a second if they served coffee and croissants to the students, then smiled before heading to breakfast.

Kris was a bit put out that they didn't serve croissants the way her mother made them, but she made do with what they had, and snagged a bagel and cream cheese along the way. Sitting and concentrating on putting cream cheese onto her bagel, she made a rather graceful ballet of the whole thing in her head, complete with musical score. She hadn't seen her room mate that morning, so she figured the girl had either crawled under her bed, or escaped elsewhere. Setting her beautifully crafted bagel half with cream cheese down, Kris placed a straw in her orange juice, and sipped as she meekly looked around at the goings on of her fellow students.

After finishing her breakfast, Kris began what most students would call Hell: classes. To her, however, this was a small exercise, and hardly quenched her thirst for more knowledge. A few years earlier, Kris learned she had a thirst to learn through a more direct method. That of using her hands. This was easily sated by performing dissections with a zeal, and later actually performing chemistry labs. Her last class, however turned out to be her saving grace. It was a self-defense course. Several times the empath hit the mats, and she just jumped back with tenacity and zeal. Mr H had praised that, but another part of her mind told her that it wasn't normal. Not in the slightest. She had no real need, that she could think of, to harm anyone.

Her classes came to an end, and while some slinked to their dorm rooms to do their homework, or ran off exuberantly to evade it with off-campus cavorting, Kris ran to her room to feed her desire to expand her memory of what she had learned. When late afternoon arrived, the sanguine haired teen went off-campus, discovering a few students in Atlas Park. As much as she truly desired to dance with them, she had to decline, evading the fear of making a fool of herself for her socially inept abilities to be a normal teen.

But, Antonio Nash, over at GIFT had a few things for her to do. It involved the Council, and showing these villains the true meaning of synaptic overload. On more than a few occaisions, she was deeply disturbed by her love of inflicting pain upon these wicked men at arms. This haunted her even after she went to bed, and emerged in her dreams.

There was a city within a city. the city above, and the city below. Below the city was decrepit remnants of centuries long past, whose citizens lived in fear and squalor. Above was a city of light and beautifully gothic spires. Somehow she knew the name of this place. Aeon City.

Kris awoke, tears streaming down her cheeks, and threw her clothes on rapidly. She had to find someone to help her. Someone who could sort her feelings out better than she. It was a Catholic school, so why not the father? Quickly she ran to his office, and once within recanted the horrendous feelings that lurked within her.

"Ah! Miss O'Sullivan, my sweet child," he said soothingly while nodding as if he held an ancient secret. "This would be the very core of human nature. You see, within each of us, lurks the ability to do great injustice and evil, but we also have a failsafe mechanism."

"We do," she sniffed as she asked in almost disbelief. "Tell me."

"It's the ability to rise above it, to do great good. Focus your desires and hunger," he explained. "Make it become your tool, rather than your master. It may sound easy, but it's a thing that takes dedication and effort. Are you up to this?"

"Yes, father," she replied.

"Good," he smiled. "Then you've taken the most important step of all. You've shown that you are brave enough to face that which terrifies you."

Kris felt a lot better at hearing the father's words, and promised to return for a check-up with him, as well as a trip to the counselor. Yes. She remembered her mother saying once that the thing that seperated heroes from villains was the ability to be one's own St. George, slaying the beasts within. She felt like there was a good reason to smile, though she never did. Well, not unless she was with people who were talking to her. It wasn't that she was an unhappy girl, it was simply that it just wasn't her. Well, not yet.

Hey Kris, you know if you ever need to, you can come talk to me about anything... You know I always a have a pot of coffee brewin' just for emergancies!!!! Sides, what are friends for? See ya cutie!!!

i agree with lycia, if u ever need anyone to talk 2 just ask and ill do my best to answer (exsept for giveing homework answers)

Homework answers?! Mr H? You need glasses? It's me! Kris O'Sullivan. The walking brain! My GPA is, like, 3.90...

But, as you guys wanted to know. There's this feeling I get out there. This dark and wicked feeling that I enjoy the pain I inflict on my opponents. The worst part is that I can feel their pain, and that's what makes it so enjoyable. Something isn't right with me, guys. I mean, I know that probably my fears speaking, but this feeling is potent and powerful. I'm scared that it'll make me want to hurt people all of the time.

Now, on the flip-side of that coin, I get such a... Maybe I should just talk about the flip-side with Lycia. There are aspects of that, which I don't feel comfortable talking with guys about. No offense, Mr H.

its not a problem Kris, but if u want my opinion u feel your oponents pain because ones u hit them with your mind attacks u are thinking what they are so u feel as they feel....but thats just my theory, but remember kris if u need me ill be well...doing something that we teachers do ,

Maybe once an attack connects with them, my mind creates an empathic link that lets me know what they are experiencing?