LANA v2 (∑)

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*77 :: Un Fantasia Finale

*This final fantasy titled "77" is comprised of three co-dependent storylines. These three storylines are 7:∑ ("Seven:Sigma"), ∑xtraσrdinary Ch!ldren, and Hourglass Eternal (depicted by the Hourglass symbol. Yet to be drawn)

LANA  (∑)

Before she learned her newfound talent, loneliness was her best friend. Long days are spent at a near-empty coffee shop that still SOMEHOW managed to keep their place of business open... ... somehow. Long nights are spent on the quiet playgrounds with only the stars and a forty ounce, sometimes for several nights throughout the school week. Once, she was in the top 30 students with a satisfactory B average GPA point average. Now, she's just a depressed slacker. A social outcast in every shape can be lonesome, especially in a facility where human interaction is impossible to dodge. Her poetry though…such beautiful ballads about humanity have never been spoken. But that was a long time ago and those hymns have been collecting cigarette ashes on their already dusty covers. Perhaps, the poet abandoned her talent since there wasn’t any motivation to fill those pages at the time. Perhaps, there will be just enough motivation from her abusive mother as an excuse to use more ink. Perhaps, the inspiration from daddy’s abandonment ran out about a couple years back. But fuck it. Not much more there but a locket with a picture that conveys more sorrow than a happy memory. Those long afternoons get longer at her favorite coffee spot and those long nights turn into daybreaks from resting on the playground. From the playground to third class arrivals got more truant and so did the detention slips. No big deal. They just go into the same pocket with the empty cigarette box until she can get another cigarette box. Detentions turned into suspensions. Suspensions turned into even longer days of "imprisonment". But one day sparked a wee bit of curiosity in the midst of a “wonderful” rainy day. But the curiosity would get wet in the rain. A concerned coffee-shop attendant gives her a complimentary cup of coffee. Black with four shots of hazelnut, right? One cup won’t hurt the shop and the payment is a conversation; an explanation. He introduced himself. Said that his name was Monty. It must’ve been short for “Montgomery” but he laughed at her assumption. “Monteiro” often took her coffee request due to personal interest. Suspensions weren’t so long anymore. They were occupied by accompaniment and laughter. Monty started to take her father’s place. He even taught her some "magic" so she would never be depressed again...and to start attending school more.

[Let’s use some ink in the "Death Note" dairy.]<-[insert kick ass sound effect here!]
I did not write "Death Note"!

He called it “psychokinesis” and I had never heard of this shit, ever. Monty showed me that he could move objects without even touching them. I mean, his hand’s motions were like water. I was like holy shit dude. He was spinning a goddamn piece of cheap currency IN-FUCKIN-FRONT of me! It was like a goddamn sci-fi movie and it was happening before my eyes like I was a kid at a magic show! This fucking dude was a real life X-men! I was afraid at first but then he told me that there are others like him and so I was thinking "Others? What do you mean? Like you and I aren't the only ones or something?!" Even some of the townspeople that come to the shop! I don’t even know what to believe anymore. I didn’t, I couldn’t. This was just something that I could not fathom. But shit...I knew I could trust Monty and after about a couple of weeks, he tried teaching me how to move a smaller coin with only "force", not "kinesis". Monty told me that the difference was simple. Force only allowed someone to use psychokinetic potential to displace an object or person sorta like throwing a rock OR it was used to reinforce anything that was tangible. Sounds like some basic shit. Okay. I got it. "Shit like that one chick Jean Grey. Got it." Now, kinesis allowed completely controlling any object like throwing the rock and then using kinesis to slowly, emphasis on "slowly", pull it back to your hand from yards away.  SLOWLY! Even though I got confused on the distinctions, I didn’t ask questions and obeyed. I only moved the dime a few inches every day in the first week. Not much progress there but I was determined, usually staying until the shop closed and sometimes longer with Monty there even though he didn't like that I stayed out of school almost all day. LOL. Fuck it. I brought my school work with me! Another two weeks went by and then "SWOOSH!" that same dime shot off my favorite coffee table. We only could stare at it from across the room, stuck in the wall! It was real! It was all real and I never knew it! I moved this goddamn coin with my fucking mind?! And moved like a bullet! Lemme tell you, there is no caliber of freaked out that I can put into words but except those written above…in the midst of his instruction, I only felt free, full, unlimited. I thought from this day on, nothing could touch me dammit. Nothing. After a few months since that free coffee, I was completely a new person. I could move anything I want with just a fuckin’ thought, dude?! Everyone else even noticed a change in my character. I was told I was even more beautiful than I’ve ever been by some people at my school. People I’ve never even noticed before. Fuckin phony ass bitches! LOL! I stayed in school more because of the attention. Monty told me that I was a good kid in his eyes. I just needed a little "push" in life. Yea, this fucking guy made a pun. Fuck you, sensei! LOL!! Crying in his arms seemed so embarrassing because all I wanted TO DO was HUG HIM. I fuckin couldn't. He was just some strange dude until some months ago even though he said he would often see my face more than all the drifters that came in his shop occasionally. HE was the father I never had. He broke my sentimental thought when he asked me if I had ‘The Mark’ on my skin yet. At first I didn’t understand what he meant until he showed me his mark on his right arm. The mark suddenly grew from under his skin instantaneously. It was a deep ink that looked engraved and it read ‘Ψ Κ cinético [Psi Kappa see-neeh-chi-ko]’ and he said when people become what we are; The Goddess of the psion humans embeds an emblem in your skin which signifies the first psychokinetic or clear ability that one learns. We are ‘psychokinetic’. I asked him about the word ‘kinetico’ on his arm and he responded with a soft laugh and pronounced it correctly for me. Now I look dumb. Anyway, he was stating that the word was ‘kinetic’ in his native language. I was really confused and a little bit discouraged because my emblem hadn’t come yet or so I thought until Monty told me that every new psion gets their mark on a few places. Okay, so where's mine? He, then, was taken by surprise of the sudden location of my new emblem. Lol. He had to take a pic of it with his phone to show me since mines was across the back of my neck. It read ‘Ψ Κ potenza’ which is Italian for ‘potential or force’. Soooo, I'm Italian mostly I think. K. Awesome. I hugged him tightly once more before I wanted to take off and try out the new me. I could use my power to feel free. To be free.

She took off towards downtown, running as quick as she could go then she realized something rather important. Her new ability would allow her fly. Her psychokinetic force can be passed to her feet to jump through the expressway. Bing bang boom. No sweat. Downtown is her target, passing every car by jumping from truck to truck was A-1. She virtually was flying as she bounded. Just soaring so high until she made it to the center of the city to mock gravity in its face. With her reinforced hands and feet, it was rather simple to scale any building of her choosing since she could just parkour from rooftop to rooftop. Crying tears of joy when she reached the top of the highest building was on the list before she had the chance to admire the greatest sight she had ever seen.

The lively assortment of colors and diversity in the city’s nightlife…

…so beautiful.

So rare.

While in mid-admiration of Jun-abril City, a thought strikes her. 

“Wait...waaaaait aaaa minute...
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Monty told me there are others like us out here...Didn't he? I swear he did. What would I say to them? I don't even know what their marks look like. And what the hell is a "clair" psion anyway? Will their marks be like mine?! *GASP* Are paladins hunting us like that one movie?! O_O. *SIGH* I feel so basic now. These other fuckers are probably amazing at like actually flying and reading thoughts and shit. 
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Buuuuut...I WOULD wanna see what makes them better than us. Well...let’s go play a long game of hide and seek and see what's really up with this psychic shit.”

She stands up once more to admire the continental cyberpunk cityscape one last time before she freeruns across the city’s rooftops yet again to search for the other Psions. Little does she know, a “Clear” from the other side of the city already know SOMETHING'S approaching.

Be free and alive, Lana Torello but DON'T fuckin' kill yourself in your fuckin' first episode, you crazy bitch! You JUST became a main character! GOOODaaaammit!...Why did I ever create her? Oh wait...duh. I fuckin remember.