[EXO] Skepsis (10/?)
Title - Skepsis
Characters - All of EXO
Authors - laverna11 and luster_stardust
Summary - As each of the 12 guardians discover their powers one by one, they start realizing that having powers is not easy as it looks, and that there is a reason for everything.
Author's note - Lateee again, we know. And we are sorry :(
Heres the new chapter dedicated to my one true love Yixing, Get well soon husband ♥
Chapter 10
Yixing/Lay
Age - 21 years old
Location - UK
“Oh my God, someone please save him! HELP! HELP!”
The lean boy’s head whipped towards the desperate voice. He had seen them before, grandmother and grandson, feeding ducks at the lake. Except now there was no little boy, instead only an old lady shouting frantically at no one particular and pointing at something in the lake.
He got up from his spot at the bench and jogged towards the old lady. When she saw him coming she quickly pointed at the lake, and the boy now saw why she was so frantic. In the water struggling to stay afloat was her grandson. He quickly took off his jacket and shoes and jumped into the water. Swimming as fast as he could the older boy reached the place he last saw the smaller boy and then dived into the water. He saw a small pale hand moving down and quickly grabbed on to it and pulled the smaller boy back up. While floating he slapped the small boy’s cheeks gently trying to wake him up. He could hear the lady’s screams getting louder, he wondered why there was no one there yet, maybe it was because it was still around five in the morning.
Keeping the little boy’s head above the water the boy swam to the shore, he looked at the lady and just said, “Dial 999.” Looking at her grandson’s limp, lifeless body she frantically began to search for her phone and then proceeded to dial the emergency number. The older boy bet his head down towards the little boy searching for a sign indicating that the boy was still alive. He pressed his ear against his chest and felt nothing, there was no pulse he couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t feel any life.He checked for the pulse at the wrist, nothing. The grandmother looked helplessly at the body now lying on the floor and started shaking violently. “Is he dead?” she whispered in a hoarse voice, he refused to answer her question.
He pressed his hands against the boy’s chest and pressed down and continued to compress it. He bent his mouth towards the pale face and whispered, “ Come back, Don’t leave your grandma yet.” He blew air into the body and then proceeded to compress the chest again, he continued to do this until he felt something stir inside him. There it was again, that feeling inside of him. He felt a sudden surge of power as he bent down for the nth time and whispered “Come back” and pressed down on the chest again. This time he felt all of his energy drain out of him, he felt himself get knocked out with a sudden force so strong that he fell down on his face next to the boy.
As he felt himself hit the hard ground he heard a voice, a voice that said, “Grandma?”
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“What’s your name son?”
“Yixing.”
“Thank You Yixing. You have no idea how grateful I am to you. I’ll forever be in your debt. You saved my grandson.”
“Please don’t, any person would have done it.”
He felt a hand on his arm, “They want to know the numbers of your parents so they can contact them.”
“My parent’s aren’t here.”
“Well, okay then, I’ll talk to them now. Where do you live son? I can drop you to your house, the doctors said you seem fine to go home.”
“I don’t have a home.”
He felt the warm hand that had retreated back a few seconds ago come into contact with his skin again. “ Well then its settled, you can come live with me and my grandson. It’s just the two of us, I can’t promise anything special but its the least I can do after what you did.”
“ I’m fine, I don’t want to trouble anyone.”
“Nonsense, you can sign out and we’ll meet you at the front desk.”
“We?” Yixing asked with his now hoarse voice. The old lady looked back at him and smiled.
“Tom, my grandson. His vitals are fine, he’s fit to go home the doctors said.”
“But.. he.. he wasn’t.. wasn’t breathing.”
“What do you mean? When you fainted Tom woke up. He’s fine, the doctors said you saved his life by doing CPR. Thank You again son.”
Yixing kept quiet, he didn’t want to say anything to the lady, instead he bit on his lip and kept quiet. As she walked out of the door, he got out of bed, head feeling like it was going to explode any minute. His energy had been drained he could barely stand up, as he got his backpack that was laid on the chair all he knew was one thing, something was not normal. Because when Yixing saved Tom, Tom was dead.
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“Lay! Come look at the Superhero !”
“Superhero? Where?”
“In America! He can shoot light through his hands he says. He said he’s gonna show! Come watch with me! Please!”
Yixing sighed and ruffled the little boy’s hair as he dragged Yixing by the hand to the living room. The volume of the TV soon increased as Yixing stared at the face of a boy maybe in his late teens claiming he could shoot light.
“Things kids these days do for fame.” Amelie said walking into the living room from the kitchen. “Don’t learn those things Tom! and stop calling Yixing, Lay. His name is Yixing.”
“Nuh-uh, that’s not what the box says.”
“What box?”
“The box Lay has with him, it says I can call him Yixing or Lay. I like Lay, so I’m going to call him that, You don’t mind right Lay?”
“Of course not. It’s alright Ma’am, he can call me whatever he wants.”
“Okay, please both of you come have dinner now.”
----
The news broke out a few days letter.
Superhero guy had escaped from the mental hospital he was at. According to the news no one had any idea how he had managed to escape, it had been like he just vanished from his room without even leaving it. No cameras had caught anything.
Things didn’t make sense for Yixing, none of it did. Specially the whole shooting light with hands thing, a part of him knew it was ridiculous but a part of him wondered if he was also capable of having a so called supernatural power like that. A power that might have helped him bring Tom back to life.
Day and day after reading numerous articles of bringing things back from the dead, Yixing decides he has nothing to lose so why not give it a shot. He waits until Amelie leaves the house in the morning to drop Tom to school before he walks into the small garden. Grabbing one of the daisy pots he ran back into his room and locked his door. This was it.
Yixing shut all the blinds in his room and placed the pot on his desk, carelessly pushing away everything else that was placed neatly on it. He then took out a lighter and burnt the plant. If this didn’t go according to the way he had imagined he was sure to get yelled at by Amelie. Yixing took a few minutes to look at the burnt plant before placing his palms open over it. And then he didn’t know what to do next. He had never done this before so he didn’t know if there was something he was supposed to think about before bringing a dead plant back to life, or healing a plant. What does one think of?
Without further clouding his mind, Yixing simply thought he would give everything a try, he started first by just looking at the plant and concentrating on it, nothing happend. He then tried having contacts with the leaves and concentrating on it and nothing happened. Finally he simply visioned the plant as it used to be before he burnt it down, flowers blooming, leaves a rich green colour, the smell that came along with it..... opening his eyes he finally realised he wasn’t normal. Because standing on the desk in front of him was a flowering daisy plant that seemed perfectly fine.
----
The box, the box had a pendant. The pendant was in shape of a unicorn. A unicorn is a symbol for healing, that was what Yixing had found out after he did numerous researches on the internet. Clearly his so called healing power had heightened and he was somehow also capable of bringing back the dead but not without consequences, the latter part he found after his little experiment with the daisy plant. He had gone to dinner that night and his nose started bleeding profusely and Yixing felt as though his body would give out any moment and he would just faint because that is how weak he felt.
He needed to find out more about himself, his powers and the others. He knew there were others, superhero boy being one of them. But he didn’t know where to start with anything.
----
The news came out next morning. Another patient at the New Jersey mental hospital had escaped. Yixing was having breakfast, his mind clouded with thoughts about himself and his strange power when the pictures showed up. There was one of the boy who escaped, tall, black hair with piercing eyes that could burn holes into your skin, then there was another boy, he was the one who visited the black haired boy. The second one was what Amelie called a handsome young lad, blond hair that fell into his eyes, sharp features, tall lean figure this guy had it all.
Yixing had excused himself that morning and gone up to his room where he spent the rest of the day researching for articles about strange people who claimed to have powers or just had strange things happen to them. After reading many worthless articles, he finally came to one that interested him. The boy who survived getting hit by lightning. Yixing had no idea what drew him to that article or what caused him to do more research about the boy that ended with the boy going missing from the hospital he was kept at.
Yixing had no idea what he was doing, he had no idea why he was at that moment sitting in a plane on the way to China. He had no idea that the eighteen year old boy he was about to meet in Tianjin was there for the same reason as him. To find the others.
Chapter 11
Characters - All of EXO
Authors - laverna11 and luster_stardust
Summary - As each of the 12 guardians discover their powers one by one, they start realizing that having powers is not easy as it looks, and that there is a reason for everything.
Author's note - Lateee again, we know. And we are sorry :(
Heres the new chapter dedicated to my one true love Yixing, Get well soon husband ♥
Chapter 10
Yixing/Lay
Age - 21 years old
Location - UK
“Oh my God, someone please save him! HELP! HELP!”
The lean boy’s head whipped towards the desperate voice. He had seen them before, grandmother and grandson, feeding ducks at the lake. Except now there was no little boy, instead only an old lady shouting frantically at no one particular and pointing at something in the lake.
He got up from his spot at the bench and jogged towards the old lady. When she saw him coming she quickly pointed at the lake, and the boy now saw why she was so frantic. In the water struggling to stay afloat was her grandson. He quickly took off his jacket and shoes and jumped into the water. Swimming as fast as he could the older boy reached the place he last saw the smaller boy and then dived into the water. He saw a small pale hand moving down and quickly grabbed on to it and pulled the smaller boy back up. While floating he slapped the small boy’s cheeks gently trying to wake him up. He could hear the lady’s screams getting louder, he wondered why there was no one there yet, maybe it was because it was still around five in the morning.
Keeping the little boy’s head above the water the boy swam to the shore, he looked at the lady and just said, “Dial 999.” Looking at her grandson’s limp, lifeless body she frantically began to search for her phone and then proceeded to dial the emergency number. The older boy bet his head down towards the little boy searching for a sign indicating that the boy was still alive. He pressed his ear against his chest and felt nothing, there was no pulse he couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t feel any life.He checked for the pulse at the wrist, nothing. The grandmother looked helplessly at the body now lying on the floor and started shaking violently. “Is he dead?” she whispered in a hoarse voice, he refused to answer her question.
He pressed his hands against the boy’s chest and pressed down and continued to compress it. He bent his mouth towards the pale face and whispered, “ Come back, Don’t leave your grandma yet.” He blew air into the body and then proceeded to compress the chest again, he continued to do this until he felt something stir inside him. There it was again, that feeling inside of him. He felt a sudden surge of power as he bent down for the nth time and whispered “Come back” and pressed down on the chest again. This time he felt all of his energy drain out of him, he felt himself get knocked out with a sudden force so strong that he fell down on his face next to the boy.
As he felt himself hit the hard ground he heard a voice, a voice that said, “Grandma?”
----
“What’s your name son?”
“Yixing.”
“Thank You Yixing. You have no idea how grateful I am to you. I’ll forever be in your debt. You saved my grandson.”
“Please don’t, any person would have done it.”
He felt a hand on his arm, “They want to know the numbers of your parents so they can contact them.”
“My parent’s aren’t here.”
“Well, okay then, I’ll talk to them now. Where do you live son? I can drop you to your house, the doctors said you seem fine to go home.”
“I don’t have a home.”
He felt the warm hand that had retreated back a few seconds ago come into contact with his skin again. “ Well then its settled, you can come live with me and my grandson. It’s just the two of us, I can’t promise anything special but its the least I can do after what you did.”
“ I’m fine, I don’t want to trouble anyone.”
“Nonsense, you can sign out and we’ll meet you at the front desk.”
“We?” Yixing asked with his now hoarse voice. The old lady looked back at him and smiled.
“Tom, my grandson. His vitals are fine, he’s fit to go home the doctors said.”
“But.. he.. he wasn’t.. wasn’t breathing.”
“What do you mean? When you fainted Tom woke up. He’s fine, the doctors said you saved his life by doing CPR. Thank You again son.”
Yixing kept quiet, he didn’t want to say anything to the lady, instead he bit on his lip and kept quiet. As she walked out of the door, he got out of bed, head feeling like it was going to explode any minute. His energy had been drained he could barely stand up, as he got his backpack that was laid on the chair all he knew was one thing, something was not normal. Because when Yixing saved Tom, Tom was dead.
----
“Lay! Come look at the Superhero !”
“Superhero? Where?”
“In America! He can shoot light through his hands he says. He said he’s gonna show! Come watch with me! Please!”
Yixing sighed and ruffled the little boy’s hair as he dragged Yixing by the hand to the living room. The volume of the TV soon increased as Yixing stared at the face of a boy maybe in his late teens claiming he could shoot light.
“Things kids these days do for fame.” Amelie said walking into the living room from the kitchen. “Don’t learn those things Tom! and stop calling Yixing, Lay. His name is Yixing.”
“Nuh-uh, that’s not what the box says.”
“What box?”
“The box Lay has with him, it says I can call him Yixing or Lay. I like Lay, so I’m going to call him that, You don’t mind right Lay?”
“Of course not. It’s alright Ma’am, he can call me whatever he wants.”
“Okay, please both of you come have dinner now.”
----
The news broke out a few days letter.
Superhero guy had escaped from the mental hospital he was at. According to the news no one had any idea how he had managed to escape, it had been like he just vanished from his room without even leaving it. No cameras had caught anything.
Things didn’t make sense for Yixing, none of it did. Specially the whole shooting light with hands thing, a part of him knew it was ridiculous but a part of him wondered if he was also capable of having a so called supernatural power like that. A power that might have helped him bring Tom back to life.
Day and day after reading numerous articles of bringing things back from the dead, Yixing decides he has nothing to lose so why not give it a shot. He waits until Amelie leaves the house in the morning to drop Tom to school before he walks into the small garden. Grabbing one of the daisy pots he ran back into his room and locked his door. This was it.
Yixing shut all the blinds in his room and placed the pot on his desk, carelessly pushing away everything else that was placed neatly on it. He then took out a lighter and burnt the plant. If this didn’t go according to the way he had imagined he was sure to get yelled at by Amelie. Yixing took a few minutes to look at the burnt plant before placing his palms open over it. And then he didn’t know what to do next. He had never done this before so he didn’t know if there was something he was supposed to think about before bringing a dead plant back to life, or healing a plant. What does one think of?
Without further clouding his mind, Yixing simply thought he would give everything a try, he started first by just looking at the plant and concentrating on it, nothing happend. He then tried having contacts with the leaves and concentrating on it and nothing happened. Finally he simply visioned the plant as it used to be before he burnt it down, flowers blooming, leaves a rich green colour, the smell that came along with it..... opening his eyes he finally realised he wasn’t normal. Because standing on the desk in front of him was a flowering daisy plant that seemed perfectly fine.
----
The box, the box had a pendant. The pendant was in shape of a unicorn. A unicorn is a symbol for healing, that was what Yixing had found out after he did numerous researches on the internet. Clearly his so called healing power had heightened and he was somehow also capable of bringing back the dead but not without consequences, the latter part he found after his little experiment with the daisy plant. He had gone to dinner that night and his nose started bleeding profusely and Yixing felt as though his body would give out any moment and he would just faint because that is how weak he felt.
He needed to find out more about himself, his powers and the others. He knew there were others, superhero boy being one of them. But he didn’t know where to start with anything.
----
The news came out next morning. Another patient at the New Jersey mental hospital had escaped. Yixing was having breakfast, his mind clouded with thoughts about himself and his strange power when the pictures showed up. There was one of the boy who escaped, tall, black hair with piercing eyes that could burn holes into your skin, then there was another boy, he was the one who visited the black haired boy. The second one was what Amelie called a handsome young lad, blond hair that fell into his eyes, sharp features, tall lean figure this guy had it all.
Yixing had excused himself that morning and gone up to his room where he spent the rest of the day researching for articles about strange people who claimed to have powers or just had strange things happen to them. After reading many worthless articles, he finally came to one that interested him. The boy who survived getting hit by lightning. Yixing had no idea what drew him to that article or what caused him to do more research about the boy that ended with the boy going missing from the hospital he was kept at.
Yixing had no idea what he was doing, he had no idea why he was at that moment sitting in a plane on the way to China. He had no idea that the eighteen year old boy he was about to meet in Tianjin was there for the same reason as him. To find the others.
Chapter 11