Alli backs away from me quickly, and I imagine knives flying toward her and stopping an inch from her face.
She shrieks as a pointy knife stares at her, tip just touching her forehead.
"Freya, that's enough!" Storm says, her voice distant.
The next thing I know, a tiny needle pricks the back of my neck, and I begin to feel drowsy.
The knife clatters to the floor noisily, and I collapse into Storm.
I sit up cautiously, realizing that I have a killer head ache.
"You caused quite a commotion in the infirmary, kid," a rough voice says.
I turn to look at him and recognize Logan. "What are you talking about?" I ask, unable to remember what happened after the "probing" in Storm's office.
"You almost killed Allison a few hours ago," Logan answers.
"I-- I did?" I ask, shock and disbelief at my behavior clouding up any other emotion I may have been feeling at the time.
He grunts, nodding.
"I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me. I don't even remember it," I admit.
"It's okay. Your emotions drive your power, and your power drives you."
"Is she okay?" I wonder.
"Yeah. A little shaken up, but she'll survive," Logan says, standing up.
"Where am I?" I ask, looking around for the first time.
"A special room," Logan replies gruffly.
"Where are you going?" I ask as he turns for the door. But instead of answering me, he walks out, shutting the door behind him.
Storm enters the room and smiles at me. I've been waiting for almost two hours in this "special room" and finally, I get to hear some news.
"Do I have to leave here?" I ask timidly, fearing the worst.
"Of course not. But you will have to work on training your power. You won't be able to attend normal classes until we are positive that you can control your power. Because, no matter what, people are going to get on your nerves, or hurt you, and you can't let that get you too angry.
"I will be helping you find a way to control your power, and Logan will be helping too. And, at least for now, we think it's best that you don't have much contact with Allison for now. She's not angry at you, but she's pretty shaken up still," Storm explains.
"Will you tell her I'm sorry? I never meant to hurt her."
"Freya, I think part of you did want to hurt her. Maybe not your conscious mind, but on a deeper level, your strongest power that is driven by your emotions did. But I'll tell her anyway," Storm agrees.
"Of course. I'll take you to your real room. Dinner will be brought to you, and then tomorrow I'll start training you."
I nod and follow Storm to the upper levels of the school. She leads me up the grand stair case to the left (from the main entrance) and down another long corridor with doors lining the walls on either side. About half way down, she stops at a door on the right and opens it.
"This is your room. Most of the kids share, but for safety measures, you'll get a room to yourself," Storm says.
I nod and sit down on the bed.
"Dinner will be brought to you in a few minutes."
Storm leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.