The Power of Whispers

Following a thorough discussion, they conclude that training Kelly to manage her powers is the priority. However, Kelly has conditions: she must recover her lost memories. Her erased history seems crucial to her identity, and she feels she cannot progress until she reconnects with her true self.

Their sessions focused on exploring her mind, searching for fragments of memories that could explain her strange abilities. Each day, Kelly grows more resilient, mastering skills she never knew she had. New challenges arise, and Kelly finds herself one step closer to understanding her powers and past.

"Today, we'll use hypnotic meditation to explore your memories," John says calmly. "Close your eyes and focus."

Kelly inhales and lets her mind drift. Her thoughts brush against something familiar—a sweet, comforting scent. "I remember cookies baking. Dro and I were in the kitchen, making cookies. I think baking was something I loved as a child," she whispers, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the memory.

"Hold onto that," John encourages. "Let that memory guide you. Feel it fully."

"Open your eyes, Kelly," John says softly. To her amazement, she can still manipulate the lights, even with her eyes open. The sensation is exhilarating, a reminder of her potential.

"Good. Now, let's try something different. Focus on a different emotion," John instructs, his voice steady yet urgent.

Kelly hesitates, a pang of fear settling in. She wants to stop, to push the painful memories away, but John persists. "We can't stop now, Kelly. The more you explore, the more control you'll have. If your powers are tied to your emotions, like my wife's, you must master every feeling. Only then can you truly control them."

Swallowing hard, Kelly closes her eyes once more, summoning a memory laced with rage. Her mind takes her back to a dark, twisted place. A vision of blood-covered hands and a voice screaming her name floods her senses.

She feels terror....visions of a figure shadowed and furious come into focus. A man drenched in blood, pleading for her help. Someone's hand clutches her arm, pulling her to safety, but the fear lingers. Her breath quickens, and the air around them thickens. John's voice cuts through, urgent and calming. "Kelly, take a breath. Ground yourself."

Her emotions surge like a tempest, fierce and uncontrollable. The hut trembles as her energy flows outward, sending ripples through its walls.

"KELLY, STOP!" John's voice grows frantic, but she's too lost in the memory, in the flood of fear and anger.

"I... I CAN'T!" she cries, her voice cracking.

Then, a deafening silence. The hut stills.

"John?" Kelly calls, her voice trembling with dread.

As the dust settles, her heart plummets at the sight of John pinned beneath a fallen bookshelf. Fear morphs into panic as she rushes to his side, realizing the weight of her uncontrolled power and lack of knowledge. In that moment, the need for mastery becomes not just a goal but a matter of life and death.

Rushing to John's side, Kelly's heart races as she struggles to lift the heavy shelf. "John, wake up! Please, don't leave me!" she cries, her voice choked with panic as tears stream down her cheeks.

After a painfully long moment, John stirs, his eyes slowly opening as he winces in pain. Despite his injuries, he musters a reassuring, weak smile. Kelly's relief is overwhelming as she helps him sit up, realizing, to her relief, that he isn't seriously hurt.

"Thank goodness you're okay. I thought... I thought I lost you," she whispers, wiping tears from her face.

"I'm fine," John replies, a soft chuckle escaping despite the bruises. "Might have a few aches tomorrow, but nothing broken."