Kindling: Volatile

A ticking time bomb

Hullo dear Sparks!

Inspiration strikes!

My muse is killing me, they just won’t give me what I want right now, and instead I have a scene far in the future from where we are, another one from Book II, I think.

It’s really short, but I hope you like it, as a teaser for what’s to come…

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Kindling | Sensory Overstim | The Sketch | Daughter | Volatile | More —> Coming soon…

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James looked closely at the prone figure on the table before him. She was so beautiful. It's hard to believe that the sullen little girl he remembered could have grown into a stunning woman like this. That hair hadn’t changed in all this time, the long stark black strands woven into a braid, still brushing her ankles. But the likeness was there in her lips gently closed, full and moist, those long black lashes lying delicately on her cheeks and the milky white skin. It was undoubtedly her.

But now she had balanced proportions, tall and lean and curved in all the right places. The hills and valleys of her body, which the thin hospital gown did little to hide, whispered to his libido, as he gazed at her, despite the difference in their ages.

He longed to reach out and touch her mind once more. To feel that delicious pain he knew haunted her constantly, but refrained, lest he wake her. He had work to do.

James returned to the console and started tapping the keys, slowly at first until he found his rhythm, then faster and faster, his blinding speed, perfectly timed so that when he stopped the computer had to catch up to the last few strokes.

Then, staring at the screen, he pondered the data. It didn’t make sense. The numbers just didn’t add up. Another round of furious tapping brought it all up in tabular form. James thought for a moment, then accessed the archives, comparing the new information with the data from when this subject was still a child.

The result was unprecedented, so improbable that it should have been impossible. It looked completely different.

Telerans are born brimming with power. By age five that potential can be measured, and a final prediction made. Few Telerans were ever able to progress beyond that projected potential and then certainly not by much.

This was an exponential rise in power, the projected potential that they thought she would reach, was but a fraction of what lay before him. He reran the scan. The results were accurate.

She couldn’t possibly be this strong. She was dangerous. Unimaginably so. A world-ending power, the likes of which was unthought of.

It wasn’t even just Raw energy, the Vital energy had increased as well to contain it all. She was nothing short of a bomb, waiting to explode at the slightest provocation. The little exploding ‘episodes’ she had as a small child were mere splashes compared to the potential destruction she could unleash now.

James tapped in the data, programming the parameters into the machine to run a projection and compute possible scenarios. It took some time to set up, but at last he was ready. He paused before tapping the ‘run’ command and then waited. The loading bar winked at him on the screen, crawling up by percentages as the computer worked to process the program he had just written. 5%, 30%, 50%, 65%, 78%, 85%, 90%, 95%, 98%, 99%…

The screen went dark for a second just as the last sliver filled up, then flashed back on with the message, ‘Programme complete, view results?’

James paused, unsure. Did he really want to know?

“Yes.” He selected and his heart raced as he read the screen. His palms began to sweat, as his hands shook. Terrifying.

He would have to put her in the draining machine immediately. There was nothing for it, but to end her, now while she was subdued, before she detonated and destroyed the continent, maybe even the planet!

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