Post by Nakki on Jan 11, 2009 10:19:50 GMT -5
Yup, another drabble! This one's about Lev and Levisto/Ilac. 
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Lev walked uncertainly, bound in a straitjacket. It was socialization time at this new asylum, and he was being allowed out- for the first time since he’d arrived about a week ago. He wondered absently, his thoughts glazed over by sedatives, about what sort of people he’d be meeting.
He was led out to a large compound, still inside the building, where all manner of people, both sane and insane, were fraternizing. Lev was allowed to wander off into the crowd, and so he did so.
At first, he could see nothing to interest himself, but he soon spotted a few flashes of red light coming from one of the darker corners. The Russian man ventured over, and found the light to be coming from a few wisps of energy twirling and twining around the hands of a young man, probably about fifteen or sixteen.
The younger man looked up at Lev, who towered over him. “Um… yes?” he asked, giving Lev a skeptical look.
Lev had only eyes for the energy jumping around the young man’s hands. “…You are like me?” he asked, his raspy voice almost a whisper.
“A psychic? Yeah… you’re psychic?” the boy replied.
“…Da. Dey do not know, though.”
“Really? Interesting. Are you from Russia?”
“Da,” Lev answered.
“I could tell by your accent. What’s your name?”
“…My name? It is Lev. Lev Tchaikovsky.”
“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Levisto Loboto.” Lev gave the young man a small nod of approval. “So, you’re psychic?”
“Da. Dat is what some people tell me. I… don’t think I can control it very well, though.”
“Have you ever gotten training?” Levisto asked. Lev shook his head. “Would you like to learn?”
Lev looked at him, confused. “What?”
“I said, would you like to learn how to control it? I could teach you. It’d really be a benefit.”
Lev thought for a moment. This young man- whom he hadn’t even known about a few minutes ago- was offering to help him control his powers, which had caused all the pain he’d gone through his whole life. These destructive forces he possessed could be used to his advantage, for a change.
“…Yes. Teach me, please.”
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In the blur of time caused by the sedatives, Lev could not tell if it had been in a few days or a few weeks that he’d learned all these powers: telekinesis, pyrokinesis, invisibility, and more; but still Levisto couldn’t teach him about the abilities he had that couldn’t be controlled.
“Levisto,” he asked one day, “you have been teaching me all dis while, but you haven’t yet taught me how to control my powers.”
“What are you saying? You can control your abilities perfectly,” Levisto replied, crossing his arms.
Lev looked at him, eyes narrowed. “You have taught me new powers, but I still cannot reign in the first powers I ever had.”
“What were they?”
“…I could make things cold… and I could make things explode…” Levisto nodded after a moment.
“Ahh… so your first powers were cryokinesis and psychodetonation,” he mused.
“Dey are why I’m here. Dey’re why everyone hates me.”
“Come on, why would people hate you for being psychic?”
“Oh, I think you can understand, Levi.” Lev stood up, his gaze icily serious. “When I was a boy, psychics were feared monsters dat had to be destroyed or sent away. Nowadays, dey are more widely accepted… but dat acceptance isn’t complete.”
“Are you saying that… everyone hates psychics?”
“Da.”
“…Lev, that’s just not true!” Levisto protested, standing up as well. “My brother is psychic, and he isn’t treated badly!”
“Den why are we?” Lev asked, his voice gaining a sharp edge. “We have both been imprisoned under de ruse of insanity, but I think dat it is our powers dat have made us have to be here.”
“We’re not here because of our powers! If we were, every psychic in Shaky Claim would be here!”
“Who’s to say dey are not?”
“My brother and I both say that!”
“You pitiful boy. Can you not see? Your own brother is bound to be in our position some day, and not just because of his stupid suicide attempts.”
Levisto’s eyes went wide for a moment, then narrowed dangerously. “You will not talk about Caligosto like that.”
“Oh, won’t I?” Lev laughed, but there was no enjoyment in the sound. “Caligosto is a stupid brat who’s only staying out of a straitjacket by a thread. Do you not see how moody he is? Apparently, he’s been getting worse and worse ever since you were put in here.”
“That’s because he’s my brother! He’s… he pities me,” Levisto said, his voice trailing off near the end.
“Pities you? …How could someone pity the likes of us?” Lev asked, his voice sharpening again.
“Anyone could, Lev. We are not in here because of our powers. We are not hated by the outside world for being psychics. And my brother… my brother does NOT pity me,” Levisto growled, his red eyes filled with anger.
“’We are not in here for our powers’?” Lev sneered. “Oh, I should show you what we are in here for, then…”
Suddenly a horrible pain took root and began to grow in Levisto’s right eye, and he gave a gasp and stumbled back. Lev merely stood, staring intently at the younger man with a scowl on his face. In moments, the pain grew to torturous levels-
And then poor Levisto Loboto’s eye exploded in a rain of blood and tissue, followed by an agonizing screech from the boy. He knelt on the ground, shuddering and wheezing in pain and shock, small whimpers coming from him as he tried to keep calm.
Lev looked at him, a smug look in his eyes. “That is why we’re here, Levisto.”
In moments, a horde of orderlies were upon them; some were crouching around Levisto and cleaning his wound, and others had seized Lev and placed a Psi-blocker- a black, collar-like device- around his neck. Lev allowed them to do so without protest, partially because he didn’t know what the collar was.
“Heh… dat’ll show him,” the Russian psychic chuckled weakly to himself, but then a needle punctured his arm and he was pulled into dark unconsciousness.
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Lev walked uncertainly, bound in a straitjacket. It was socialization time at this new asylum, and he was being allowed out- for the first time since he’d arrived about a week ago. He wondered absently, his thoughts glazed over by sedatives, about what sort of people he’d be meeting.
He was led out to a large compound, still inside the building, where all manner of people, both sane and insane, were fraternizing. Lev was allowed to wander off into the crowd, and so he did so.
At first, he could see nothing to interest himself, but he soon spotted a few flashes of red light coming from one of the darker corners. The Russian man ventured over, and found the light to be coming from a few wisps of energy twirling and twining around the hands of a young man, probably about fifteen or sixteen.
The younger man looked up at Lev, who towered over him. “Um… yes?” he asked, giving Lev a skeptical look.
Lev had only eyes for the energy jumping around the young man’s hands. “…You are like me?” he asked, his raspy voice almost a whisper.
“A psychic? Yeah… you’re psychic?” the boy replied.
“…Da. Dey do not know, though.”
“Really? Interesting. Are you from Russia?”
“Da,” Lev answered.
“I could tell by your accent. What’s your name?”
“…My name? It is Lev. Lev Tchaikovsky.”
“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Levisto Loboto.” Lev gave the young man a small nod of approval. “So, you’re psychic?”
“Da. Dat is what some people tell me. I… don’t think I can control it very well, though.”
“Have you ever gotten training?” Levisto asked. Lev shook his head. “Would you like to learn?”
Lev looked at him, confused. “What?”
“I said, would you like to learn how to control it? I could teach you. It’d really be a benefit.”
Lev thought for a moment. This young man- whom he hadn’t even known about a few minutes ago- was offering to help him control his powers, which had caused all the pain he’d gone through his whole life. These destructive forces he possessed could be used to his advantage, for a change.
“…Yes. Teach me, please.”
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In the blur of time caused by the sedatives, Lev could not tell if it had been in a few days or a few weeks that he’d learned all these powers: telekinesis, pyrokinesis, invisibility, and more; but still Levisto couldn’t teach him about the abilities he had that couldn’t be controlled.
“Levisto,” he asked one day, “you have been teaching me all dis while, but you haven’t yet taught me how to control my powers.”
“What are you saying? You can control your abilities perfectly,” Levisto replied, crossing his arms.
Lev looked at him, eyes narrowed. “You have taught me new powers, but I still cannot reign in the first powers I ever had.”
“What were they?”
“…I could make things cold… and I could make things explode…” Levisto nodded after a moment.
“Ahh… so your first powers were cryokinesis and psychodetonation,” he mused.
“Dey are why I’m here. Dey’re why everyone hates me.”
“Come on, why would people hate you for being psychic?”
“Oh, I think you can understand, Levi.” Lev stood up, his gaze icily serious. “When I was a boy, psychics were feared monsters dat had to be destroyed or sent away. Nowadays, dey are more widely accepted… but dat acceptance isn’t complete.”
“Are you saying that… everyone hates psychics?”
“Da.”
“…Lev, that’s just not true!” Levisto protested, standing up as well. “My brother is psychic, and he isn’t treated badly!”
“Den why are we?” Lev asked, his voice gaining a sharp edge. “We have both been imprisoned under de ruse of insanity, but I think dat it is our powers dat have made us have to be here.”
“We’re not here because of our powers! If we were, every psychic in Shaky Claim would be here!”
“Who’s to say dey are not?”
“My brother and I both say that!”
“You pitiful boy. Can you not see? Your own brother is bound to be in our position some day, and not just because of his stupid suicide attempts.”
Levisto’s eyes went wide for a moment, then narrowed dangerously. “You will not talk about Caligosto like that.”
“Oh, won’t I?” Lev laughed, but there was no enjoyment in the sound. “Caligosto is a stupid brat who’s only staying out of a straitjacket by a thread. Do you not see how moody he is? Apparently, he’s been getting worse and worse ever since you were put in here.”
“That’s because he’s my brother! He’s… he pities me,” Levisto said, his voice trailing off near the end.
“Pities you? …How could someone pity the likes of us?” Lev asked, his voice sharpening again.
“Anyone could, Lev. We are not in here because of our powers. We are not hated by the outside world for being psychics. And my brother… my brother does NOT pity me,” Levisto growled, his red eyes filled with anger.
“’We are not in here for our powers’?” Lev sneered. “Oh, I should show you what we are in here for, then…”
Suddenly a horrible pain took root and began to grow in Levisto’s right eye, and he gave a gasp and stumbled back. Lev merely stood, staring intently at the younger man with a scowl on his face. In moments, the pain grew to torturous levels-
And then poor Levisto Loboto’s eye exploded in a rain of blood and tissue, followed by an agonizing screech from the boy. He knelt on the ground, shuddering and wheezing in pain and shock, small whimpers coming from him as he tried to keep calm.
Lev looked at him, a smug look in his eyes. “That is why we’re here, Levisto.”
In moments, a horde of orderlies were upon them; some were crouching around Levisto and cleaning his wound, and others had seized Lev and placed a Psi-blocker- a black, collar-like device- around his neck. Lev allowed them to do so without protest, partially because he didn’t know what the collar was.
“Heh… dat’ll show him,” the Russian psychic chuckled weakly to himself, but then a needle punctured his arm and he was pulled into dark unconsciousness.
