Dynamite Touch

Sitting in the classroom of my final lecture for this term, I feel myself slowly travelling into the world between being awake and asleep. English literature is my chosen degree and I don’t regret it at all. Nevertheless when you have been reviewing the same book for 8 weeks try to pick apart every word and sentence, the book starts to become arduous. During the end of the lecture I start to feel my hands and fingers start to tingle and get hot. This can only mean one thing another creature is close by. When a creature is close by another one that is not the same as them, their instincts kick in to be on high alert. Since the beginning of time all magical creature have despised each other; Werewolves hate fairies, fairies hate demons, demons hate witches and of course witches hate demons. From what I can remember my uncle telling me when I was little is that after a century of all creatures killing each other. A truce was created by the first ever creatures that were formed. They all met in a forest apparently close to this university and drafted up a contract stating that no creatures can kill or harm any other creature. Every single one of them signed to contract and to make it binding the first every witch made a stone that held a drop of each creature’s blood to seal the truce. According to my uncle that stone is the most powerful thing to be created in our world and whoever holds the stone that is not one of the first ever creations with turn to ash. Snapping out of my thoughts my attention goes back to my tingling fingers. I sit on them to try and stop of them from turning into little balls of embers. After a couple of minutes of utter concentration my hands start to subside. I start to look around to see what had coursed my powers to come out. Ever since I was little I knew that I was different from the way that I would get worked up and emotional over little things and every time I got angry and threw a tantrum my hands and skin would start to feel I like a wave of electricity would run through me. After my mum abandoned us when I was eight the feelings got stronger and stronger one day my dad and uncle sat me down and explained to me why I had these feelings. My uncle told me that my mum was a powerful witch and he was as well. In our family on my mum side nearly everyone girl was a witch the only reason my uncle is a witch is because he and my mum were identical twins so they shared the same blood and magic. However his powers were nowhere near as strong as my mothers, my father has nothing to do with the magical world he was just a mortal who fell in love. When they explained it all to me I was angry I didn’t want to be anything like my mum I didn’t want any connection to her she left her child and husband alone. She knew that I would find out about being a witch and she didn’t even stay around to be the one to explain all of this to me. Since then I have tried everything to keep my powers out of my life, it is very hard when you every waking moment your body and mind wants you to use this special gift. So I found out through the years is that doing exercise and painting help oppress the urges I have. My uncle has tried to persuade me to use my powers and accept them but I just can’t and I don’t want to.  The lecture came to an end and luckily so has my urges. I walk out of the English department and headed towards the library in the middle of the campus. Since being here for nearly over 6 month I have work out the fastest route there which takes exactly 3 minutes and 46 seconds depending if there is no distractions. Halfway through the commute to the library I notice a smell, the smell is one of another creature, fairies smell really sweet to the point it makes you feel bit nauseous, werewolves smell like a forest just after is has rained and demons smell Smokey like a bonfire. This smell is neither one of them its smells like a demon but something about it doesn’t sit right. I continue to walk to my destination. Here at this university there are not many magical creatures I have only encountered four but have not said anything to three of them. Susan is a witch same as me and tries to be friendly as she says ‘we are family’ but I have told her that I want nothing to do with the magical world but she still pesters me to come to a ‘meet up’ type thing with her and other witches she has meet around the town. I finally make it to the library I sit down at one of the round tables in the corner of the room. I start to get all of my books and pens out to start to rewrite my notes from today’s lecture so that I can actually understand what I wrote. I am about three sentences in when I that intriguing smell comes back and my fingers start to tingle but I look up to see if I can find the culprit to it. Right has I was about to give up I lock onto the smell and I set my eyes of the most captivating pair of eyes I have ever seen. These pair of eyes were the clearest of green you could possibility get. Whilst getting distracted by the creature eyes I feel my whole body start to hot and the hairs of my neck and arms start to stand up and hum. I have never felt this type of way before it’s like my powers are calling to be like a siren to use them.  This feeling snapped me out the trance I have with this mystery creature. I look down to my hands and see my fingernails start to glow and get hot and itchy, I swiftly put my hand underneath the table and closed my eyes to focus on getting rid of this sensation. I breathed slowly and with rhythm and focus of each breath and how long I breathed in and how long I exhaled for. I finally felt the sensations fading way and going to the back of mind again. I opened my eyes and looked back at the place that the creatures was at but my the time my eyes rested there I saw the back of the creature from what I say of the broad shoulders and the shot jet black hair it was defiantly a man. But who was he and why did he make me feel the way I did? Most important question is why can’t I get his eyes out of my head?