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Eric and I spent the night at Angela’s at her request and so we order a pizza. We spent all evening and most of the night talking about skating with Sauron earlier while snacking on the pizza. Eric is still unhappy about not getting a chance to skate with him. We all kept coming back to the fact that his skate/dancing was so intricate, Eric comments on her inability to remember it clearly scare me, she’s usually so good as remembering things like that. Probably why she gets such good grades. There’s still something odd about Sauron.
"Did you notice that Sauron never appeared out of breath?" Angela’s question interrupts my thoughts.
"Yea, I didn’t consider it strange at the time, but yea, he should have been horribly out of breath, You and Shiela were almost ready to collapse." Eric nods, which allows her loose hair to fall into her face.
"Angela, did you feel like you were being drained while skating with him?" I ask suddenly, knocking over a couple empty glasses.
"No, I didn’t feel anything but the grandest sense of fulfillment and enjoyment I’ve ever felt." Angela flops back on her pillow dreamily gazing at the ceiling.
"You felt like you were being drained?" A look of concern crosses Eric’s face.
"It was just for a moment, right before something told me to ‘let it go,’ it was kinda odd. I think he’s a telepath." I sit up to show Eric that I’m serious.
"Well, everyone’s a telepath to some point. It’s just an advanced state of mind." Eric replies, maintaining a serious voice.
"No I mean a true telepath, though messages, mind reading, the works. Maybe even mind draining." I shudder slightly at the thought.
We fell asleep about this time, or at least I did. Sunday we went back to the roller-skating rink and skated for a couple hours before each heading to our own homes.
Monday, when I arrived at class, Sauron was already there, as expected. I gave him a warm smile before sitting down. He offered the little half-grin in reply. I tried watching him during the entire class but didn’t notice anything different and I fell asleep twice. Sauron gave me a hard poke with his pen to wake me both times. I think I’m going to have two bruises on my right side, right above my hipbone. Oh well, so is the price of sleep in class beside Sauron.
After class he walked with me to the lunchroom, but today he didn’t buy a lunch, he just went over and sat with Eric and Angela, beside Angela like we arranged when I first invited him over. I purchased my lunch quickly and headed over to our little group, wondering why Sauron didn’t get anything.
"So how’s class for you so far, Sauron?" Eric asks as I approach.
"Slow," Sauron looks at Eric for a moment and returns his gaze to the empty table in front of him.
"How so?" Eric persists.
"Too easy," Sauron doesn’t even look up this time.
"All of them?" Angela tries to look into Sauron’s eyes.
Sauron turns to look at Angela, giving her the glimpse she wanted, before saying, "Just the first two."
"Well you could try to test into Angela’s and my first class, it’s the advanced version of Shiela’s." Eric gloats as I stick my tongue out at her.
Suddenly I find I can’t pull my tongue back into my mouth, looking down I see that Sauron as grabbed my tongue with his index and thumb. Whining and trying to pull my tongue back in, I suddenly realize he was still looking toward Angela, there was no way he could have seen me stick my tongue out. Eric starts laughing mercilessly and almost falls out of her chair.
Sauron turns to see what Eric is laughing at and suddenly lets go of my tongue as if he didn’t realize he had grabbed it. "Proper young ladies don’t stick out their tongues in public," Sauron’s voice drifts across the table, silent, yet heard above Eric’s laughter.
"So, what special things can you do?" Angela is ignoring Eric and I, attempting to concentrate solely on Sauron.
Sauron looks back at Angela with a very dark gaze, causing her to cringe back, before standing and quickly leaving the lunchroom.
Eric stops laughing suddenly as she sees Sauron departing rapidly, "Angela, what did you say to him, he looks so angry!"
"I just asked him what special ability he had," she stammers looking near to tears.
Interestingly enough, when we went to class, Sauron wasn’t there. A note with Angela’s name on it sat on her desk though. She picked it up as if it might bite her and opened it slowly, a look of startlement crossing her face.
"Shiela! Look at this!" She offers me the note, which I look at reading:
‘Angela, You want to know what my abilities are? Well, go to the skating rink we skated at Saturday at 4:15 and I’ll show you. SE’
The interesting thing about the note was it was in Angela’s and my secret note code. We hadn’t even shared it with Eric yet!
Angela decides to go like he requested, and asked if Eric and I would go too. Eric declined because of homework she supposedly had. I accepted and we arrived at the rink at 4:10 just to be on the safe side. To my astonishment the rink was completely empty except for a solitary figure in the middle of the rink and Fred, who stood at the front counter.
I recognized the figure to be Sauron, his back is currently toward us.
"Sauron, I’m here!" Angela calls to Sauron, attempting to run across the rink to him, but only manages to slip and fall in the rink. Sauron turns just in time to see Angela hit the floor. Skating over to her slowly, she regains her footing as Sauron reaches her. I remain standing off the rink, knowing I would have a very hard time walking on that highly polished surface. I look closely at Sauron, concentrating my abilities as well as my regular senses on him. His special abilities still seem a void. Physically he looks the same, black jeans, black, long sleeved shirt, ebony skin, and silver hair in three braids down his back. His pale purple eyes seem to sparkle slightly in the well-lit rink.
After Angela regains her balance, Sauron takes two steps away from her before coasting to a stop about a meter away.
"I have no natural ability, but I can do this…" As he states these facts, Angela turns horrified to me as I start screaming in horrible agony. It feels as if my body is engulfed in flames, yet won’t burn up. It stops as suddenly as it came and a feeling of weakness passes over me and I collapse in a heap on the floor. Angela looks as if she attempts to run to help me, but doesn’t move. Sauron however, skates up to Angela, behind her now that she’s turned and whispers something in her ear. A look of shock crosses her face before she starts running for me. She almost immediately slips again, but is caught by Sauron who was standing right behind her. He helps her over to my side where I’m still cringing from a moment ago. Sauron places a hand on my forehead and I feel oddly calm, as if I were immune to the universe. Angela looks relieved as the feeling of peacefulness crosses my face. Slowly, like waking from a dream, the world around me comes back into focus and I find myself gazing up into a pair of pale purple eyes, seeming to be floating in midair. Startled I attempt to sit up, only to be restrained by a pair of strong hands and a pair of lighter hand, similar to Angela’s. I remember a second later what had happened and I move my head slowly to look for Angela. I find her sitting on my right side, opposite of Sauron, whose eyes I first saw.
"What happened?" I ask, sounding almost sleepy.
"Your mind received some echoes of what I was sending to Angela," Sauron replied, in his slow monotone voice.
"Echo? So why didn’t Angela collapse from the force?" I ask, feeling my strength ebbing slowly.
"Because echoes are stronger than the source and the impulses weren’t aligned for your mentality." Sauron explains standing up and dropping off his skates with Fred as he passes on his way to the door.
"Wait, I still don’t understand!" Angela cries out right before Sauron reaches the door.
Sauron just turns and gives Angela his half-grin, and blows her a kiss before disappearing through the door.