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Part One

The second I stepped through the doorway, I felt as if everything was about to change. I couldn’t understand why. I toed off my shoes and watched Schuldich go to the living room. He fell to the couch in a practiced grace and started to flip through the channels. He told me my room was down the hall, second door on the right and proceeded to ignore me. I decided to give myself a tour.

The small entryway was big enough to hold a closet for the jackets and a space for the shoes. To the right is the living room, straight ahead is the kitchen with a small table where I’m assuming we eat at, and to the left of the entry way are the bedrooms, four of them, and the bathroom. All the doors are closed and I don’t bother to take a look, hoping that by respecting their privacy, mine will be too.

My room is simple. There’s a desk by the window and a bed on the opposite side. The sheets are white and the blanket is blue-grey. I trace my fingers against the soft material and sit on it cautiously. I bounce a few times before lying down. At least it’s comfortable. I look across from me at the computer on the desk. I sit up and cross the room. I sit on the chair and turn on the machine. I’ve never actually owned one but when I would visit the library, I learned it pretty quickly. I think I have a talent for it.

Talent.

That’s what he said I had. I think he was referring to my power. He said it was Telekinesis. I had always guessed that it might be but I didn’t want to have it acknowledged. It has always terrified me. Of course, when I needed it, it was fine. But there have been times when I just couldn’t control it.

The last orphanage I was at had experienced it.

I toy around with the computer, learning it instantly. It’s the newest operating system. There are a few other programs on here that I find out quickly are used for hacking. Am I supposed to know this?

I snap from my thoughts when I hear the front door open and close. Murmured words reach my ears but I can’t make them out. I slowly exit my room and stare at the two people down the hall. I’m guessing they’re the rest of “Schwarz”. The pale, white-haired male stares at me. The scars on his face give the illusion that he’s much older than he actually is. But his body gives the impression he’s still a teenager. And, of course, the blood in him adds to the illusion. He lifts a knife to his shirt and wipes the remaining blood off. He starts towards me and I press myself up against the wall as he passes me and goes into the bathroom. I look back to the other man in the hallway. He’s talking to Schuldich in a different language. He’s tall and wears a clean crème suit. Everything about him screams “businessman”. However...when he turns to look at me, his eyes tell me something different. No, not a businessman. That’s beneath him. He’s better than that.

“Nagi Naoe, from this point on, you are a member of Schwarz.” His glasses give an eerie shine.

“What is ‘Schwarz’?”

He turns to look at Schuldich...who shrugs after a few seconds.

“You’re the one who’s going to teach the kid, you can teach him that too.” The older one sighs and gestures for me to follow him into the kitchen.

I watch him sit in one of the seats and he waits for me. //You’re seat is to his left, kid.// I take that seat, eyes expectant, waiting for answers.

“Schwarz is an assassin group of Talents. Talents are normally found and brought to Rosenkreuz for training and education. They teach you an assortment of things depending on what you are and what level you are. In your case, you will be trained by me and saved the trip to go to Rosenkreuz. It isn’t necessary for you. With dedication and patience, control can be easily achieved.” I stare down at the table’s surface for a few seconds before looking back up at him.

“And who, exactly, are you guys?”

“I am Crawford, the leader of Schwarz and a Precognative.” When I frown at him, he explains. “I can see small pieces into the future. Schuldich, as I’m sure you already know, is a Telepath. Farfarello is Talentless, however, his skills on the field have made him worthy of being in this group.”

“So...you guys are hired to kill people using these...Talents?”

“Yes. Rosenkreuz has many connections throughout the world. Schwarz is one of the best groups the school has to offer.”

“And so...why am I not going to that place? How are you going to teach me control?”

“It would be a waste of time and then you might get assigned to another group. I need you in Schwarz. You are strong. But you lack the control you need in order to discover that.”

“Why do you want me so badly?”

“Schwarz refuses to settle for anything lower than it deserves.” The superiority I saw in him earlier is back with force.

This man...is powerful.

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Crawford gave me books about basic programming to learn. I read them and applied the knowledge to my computer. It only took two weeks to master the basic concepts and another week to figure out my own and how to get them to work effectively. Three of the seven days of the week, I played with my computer, three for learning about Telekinesis, and one for rest. He said we’d have no jobs until I learned more about my Talent.

Also in those three weeks, I learned more about Schwarz.

Schuldich will usually entertain himself by watching TV or going out to who-knows-where, Farfarello stays in his room making new scars on his body or goes out to “hunt”, with someone to watch him, and Crawford is either reading the newspaper in the armchair, watching the news, at his desk in his room, or teaching me.

At first, I had to get used to the link Schuldich put up in my mind that connects me to the others. Then, I had to create shields to block my thoughts. This was very useful. Now he can’t hear me unless I want him to or he decides to break them. He was told not to. After that, he told me to lift certain object by just thinking it. Those things I could do easily. We started small and then moved on to people. I tried my Talent on random people we came across one night.

The first person exploded. My grip was too strong. The second, I suffocated. The third, I stopped in her tracks and lifted her up and then back down. I turned her this way and that until I felt how my power curled around her. Then I tried to just grab her wrist and lift her up. I snapped it off. The next try, I was successful.

After I got the hang of it, I tried it on myself. And I still do. I float around my room to practice and move certain items around when I need...or when Schuldich is too lazy to move.

I check the time at the bottom right corner of my screen and leave my room. Crawford is already waiting for me in the kitchen. I’ve gotten used to that. I sit next to him and at his nod, I tell him about what I’ve been doing through programming. When I’m done and he’s given his approval through another nod, he stands.

“Congratulations. You’re training is done.” He goes to leave but I stand as well.

“But I don’t have complete control yet. I still can’t help it when I’m angry.” He stops and turns.

“And you never will. When you are angry, you act instinctively and lash out. What you need to do is control your anger. However, that can only be learned through experience, not training in the way you have been the past few weeks.”

I fall back to my seat. We stay staring at each other for a few more minutes before he finally leaves to his room. I slouch down in my seat and stare up at the ceiling. Maybe...I’ll give this “Schwarz” thing a little more time.


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