Clip #1 –Take #2. . .

Peter Zidayne


Pete was getting nervous. He paced outside the bathroom door. He wanted to knock, but didn’t want to risk upsetting Chari more. Her earlier reactions had hinted at a deep trauma. He fidgeted and paced. Eventually he returned to the door and softly called out.

“Chari? Morgan? Is everything okay in there?” He leaned his head against the door, feeling useless. “If I can help in any way. . .”


Morgan

“Alright, no healing. How about a towel to staunch the bleeding?” Morgan took one from the shelf over the toilet and held it out to Chari. “No waffles. Not without you.”


For all her youthful appearance, Morgan had an old soul. But then she experienced trauma young, witnessing the slaughter of all that she loved through her mother’s eyes. . . just before her mother was killed as well. She had been only five and fairly new to her powers. But, as one of the surviving exiled Tsulran, she had been taught to hold a sword by the time she could walk. Her mother and uncle had seen to her training. By the time she had come to Earth she could hold her own against most adults. Now, six years later, she was Heir to the Zarmonian Empire and General of Star’s elite forces. Morgan had grown up young.

But for all of that, she was still a young girl. She didn’t understand much of the images that played through Chari’s troubled mind. While she had never been tortured, she could see that Chari had been. And more. Morgan pulled out of her mind, she had seen enough.

“Chari, you can handle this. Look at me. You are stronger than you know.”

She answered Pete with a quick message telling him to keep calm, that his eyes going red had been the trigger. Morgan looked calmly at the woman before her. Her purple eyes were filled with assurance. The impish young face held a sweet smile, and a trace of sadness. She calmly reached into the tub and picked up the knife.

“You don’t need this now. Nobody will hurt you here. That is just Pete out there, not the one who hurt you.” With her free hand she gently touched Chari’s temple. “You have such strength in you.”

With that simple touch, and metal abilities few could master, Morgan unlocked the next level of powers in Chari’s mind. With an impish twist to her lips Morgan lightly ‘tagged’ Chari’s knee and raced to the door. She had to pause to unlock it. But then she dashed into the room beyond. . . and right into Pete. The child bounced off his ample belly and fell backward onto the bathroom floor. With a groan she held the knife up for Chari to take. . . amid chuckles and laughs.

CUT! C’mon people! Again.