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Chapter 18

Callie POV

Im kneeling on Tyson with my hands on his firm chest, his hands are on my hips with a couple of his fingers on my ass. Now nothing seems wrong with this picture does it?

Wrong!

One thing wrong with this picture is the huge red handprint on Tysons’ cheek. Now how did little old me create that? Me a human create that print is utterly absurd, yet there it is sitting nice and tight on his cheek.

“Tyson…i..i.”

A sudden gust of wind stops my pathetic attempt at an apology, creating a massive blur of green the only thing to seen. I can’t feel the floor, it’s like I’m floating. I now realise that Tyson is carrying me while he uses his immortal speed to get us to the main mansion. He stops outside the front door about 10yards away, places me on the solid ground and taps my ass a little as a sign to move forward. When I reach the huge door I gaze at how thick it looks, I should knock it hard, just so they can hear it.

I raise my hand up and give it one hard knock, big mistake. My newly found strength decides to kick in again, so my hand goes straight through the door like it was made out of butter! It felt like butter, not all gooey and wet but soft.

I bring my hand towards myself again and out of the door, staring at it in shock. Damn…

“You broke the door Callie, we have got to get to the bottom of this mess”

I walk through the now open door and blush at the faces of everyone in the room staring at me like there’s something hideous developing on my face. Eleanor steps forward and pulls me toward another big a thick looking door, everyone else make an isle for us to walk through and then follows us into what must be the dinning room. She walks me round to a seat at the far end while everyone else sits around us. Clinton takes his seat at the head of the long rectangle table.

“Now Tyson what exactly has happened?” Clinton asks in a shocked and still surprised voice

“I was just teasing her, having a little laugh. Then she got playfully mad slapped me with strength that she shouldn’t have at all, the slap made this mark on my cheek” Tyson explains and pointing at his fully red cheek.

Clinton immediately looks at me incredulously just like everybody else in the room.

“And she managed to break the door, when just intending to knock it”

Victoria adds while staring into my eyes with a sort of gloating glint in her eyes, almost like she enjoys this situation, like she’s…proud.

“Well the obvious thing is, that she’s transforming in what ever order she pleases. She’s got her strength now and tomorrow her heart could stop beating, there’s nothing we can do”

I totally forgot that my heart would stop beating, how weird would it be to breath when you don’t have to? Would my heart just shrivel up and dry out?

Ah, these are the questions that haunt me. Not literally of course.

“Callie how did it feel when you tried to knock the door?” I might start to like Eleanor she actually talks to me and not like I’m not in the room.

“Really I just went to hit it like I normally would, I felt the same. Obviously it wasn’t ‘cause my hand went straight through it, it was like sticking my hand in butter” that’s the easiest way to sum it up.

Suddenly I’m swept of my feet and now am outside surrounded by boulders and medium sized rocks. Everyone else is standing 20yards away.

“Now Callie, go to any boulder and break it”

I walk over to one that comes up to my waist, with my hand spread out on the top surface I push my hand downwards. A deep hand shaped dent forming immediately, I push again and my hand moves deeper into the rock, my hand disappearing the deeper it goes.

Yet it feels like I’m only using a fraction of my strength, like I can do much more damage. I retract my hand back and place both of them in my front pockets, my right foot in front of my left and my lips puckered in thought.

In one swift movement I snap my fist back and thrust it toward the rock, a thunderous screech echoing though out the field. The boulder surrendering to fist and crumpling at my feet. I pick a stranded piece of rock the size of my body and squeeze it between my hands simply, leaving pile of dust in my hand which I just wipe off. I turn around to thoughtful faces.

“Incredible, so strong!” Eleanor exclaims with her hands in a sort praying position

“Unbelievable, where’d all that strength come from?” Andrew kind of gasps with his hands in his front tracksuit pocket.

Haven’t I got the same amount of power as them? Gosh immortals can be so confusing! I can not wait till I can talk to them without opening my mouth, I’ll give them piece of my mind! Literally…wait! Am I stronger than them?!

“Yes Callie, your stronger than us. It would of taken us longer to crush that piece of rock, you did it in one go”

Tyson answers my thoughts at the same time walking towards me with his arms open. I gladly walk into them, snuggle into his chest and he encloses me in his arms. I can not believe all the times I’ve cuddled with Tyson I haven’t notice he doesn’t have a heart beat.

“Callie we are going to work on how to control your strength”

great, work.

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