Author's Note:
There will be very little sexual content in this post. I had some plot things I needed to get out of the way, and it didn't leave much time for fun times. I anticipate the next time I post some chapters here we can return to the regularly scheduled activities. If that isn't for you, I apologize. Tune in next week. (-ish, depends on how fast I write it out.) The world needs to spin, and Derek's world certainly is.
Chapter 13 - Derek
The phone barely rang before Alexis picked it up.
"Derek! Are you OK? Where are you right now? Why haven't you been answering your phone?" She raced through the questions like she was trying to break a record.
"Whoa! Slow down there. I'm just fine. I slept most of the day, and I left my phone charging for the rest of it. I just finished talking with Austin. What's going on?" I spoke slowly, trying to calm the panic that I heard in her voice.
"Can you meet me at my place? I have some people who know what is going on with your power that you need to talk to as soon as possible. Please? I promise, it will be worth your time." Her voice was pleading.
"Umm, sure. Just give me a moment to get ready. Could you send me the address?" I was looking around my room, finding the keys and wallet that I had tossed to the side as I fell into the bed last night. "Are you OK? You sound like you've been panicking.
"Just get here as soon as you can, and we can explain everything to you." She said.
I looked at the text message that popped up, showing her address. It wasn't to far, maybe a 5-8 minute drive. "I should be there in about 10 minutes. I'll talk to you soon." I hung up and grabbed a jacket, just in case. I vaulted down the stairs, calling to my parents as my phone started to ring again. "I'll be back. I'm headed to a friend's place."
"OK. Drive safe. How long do you think you'll be gone?" Mom called back, as I was already at the front door putting on my shoes.
"I don't know, they wanted to talk something out, so it depends on how serious the talk is I guess. Love you!" And I was out the door, glancing down at the phone to see that Alexis was calling again. I answered the phone and threw it on speaker phone as I started the car. "What's the matter?" I asked, taking a moment to transfer the call to the car's system which caused me to miss the first bit of what she said.
"Dere... up, just" she took a deep breath. "stay on the line until you get here, OK." She sounded like she was barely keeping it together.
"Are you sure you are alright? You sound way to worried about this." I was getting that feeling of paranoia again. Like everything was about to go wrong. And this time, I knew exactly where the other boot would fall from.
"I'm fine, but I just need to be sure that you get here as quick as possible. OK?"
"Fine, but if I am going to drive, I won't be talking all that much." The traffic was a lot heavier than this morning, but nothing too out of the ordinary. "Your texts sounded pretty ominous. What did you mean about things getting bad, or I had to respond before midnight?"
"We can talk about that once you get here. We still have plenty of time to talk things out, OK? Just trust me, we can explain everything once you get here." I was getting really tired of hearing that.
I took a deep breath as I pulled up to a red light. "I can trust you, but I want some answers. I am getting really tired of this runaround."
"I know. I'm sorry. It is just... I can't really explain over the phone. It's better to talk about these things in person. Where are you now?" She sounded apologetic, but I wasn't sure how much of that I could trust. The closer I got the more worried I was that I was walking into a trap.
"I'm waiting at the light on Capitol street." I said, cracking my neck. "Maybe 2 or 3 minutes away?" My fingers were drumming nervously on the steering wheel.
"OK. Good. That's good." I could hear the nerves in her voice, and it didn't make me feel better. "You'll be here soon. It isn't hard to find. It's a dark brown house with black trim, and a red door. There will be a few cars in the driveway, but don't worry about blocking them in. I'll be waiting for you at the end of the drive." The light finally changed, and I surged forward as fast as the car would go.
I pulled onto her street, and immediately saw her. She was wearing tight jeans and a bright red shirt that clung to her curves. "I see you." I told her, flashing my lights really quick. As I pulled into the drive I could see that she wasn't joking about the cars. There had to be 6 cars filling the driveway, so I pulled as far in as I could. My back tires were sitting on the curb, but my bumper wasn't past the cars that lined the street, so I figured it would be fine. I hung up the phone and shut off the car, and saw Alexis waiting right outside my door.
"Come on in." She said, grabbing my arm as soon as I was outside the car. "There are some people you have to meet." I let myself get dragged to the door, but I froze as soon as I stepped inside. In the center of the room was a single chair, fairly obviously for me. In front of it there was a long table with five chairs behind it, all filled with people who looked to be 60 or older. They were looking over some papers, but stopped to look at me when I came in. On each wall there were a handful of other people of varying ages. My immediate thought was that I was on trial.
"What is going on?" I asked Alexis softly. "This looks pretty bad already."
"Derek, this is Mrs. Bernice Holt." She gestured to the elderly lady with her hair in a tight bun seated in the center of the table. Mrs. Holt nodded at me. "To her left we have Mr. Gerald Holt, her husband, and to his left Mrs. Qionna Torres." Mr. Holt was a stern looking man, with a thick mustache and a portly belly. Mrs. Torres was an elderly Hispanic woman, with a kind face. "To the right of Mrs. Holt is Edmund Saxe, and his wife Suzume." Mr. Saxe was relaxed in his chair, a tall and thin man, with dark hair and unreadable black eyes. His wife sat stiffly upright. She just barely was starting to develop wrinkles, but her Asian genetics were clearly serving her well.
"It is nice to meet you all. Would someone mind explaining what this is all about?" I was still standing in the doorway, and I could feel Alexis trying to gently pull me forward, but I wasn't going to follow.
"Mr. Derek Jackson, we have heard that there are some irregularities in you gift." Mrs. Holt was clearly the one in charge. "If you would take a seat, we wish to walk through how you have been using your persuasion, and help to correct any problems that arose from not getting the proper training that you should have."
That didn't quite calm my nerves, but it did look like I would be getting my answers, so I gingerly took my seat, sitting at the edge of the chair. "This feels a lot more like a tribunal than a friendly chat, but I am willing to listen."
"I apologize for the tense atmosphere, Mr. Jackson." Mrs. Saxe said in a lightly British accented voice. "Talks with untrained persuasives have gone badly in the past. We prefer to have people on hand to ensure no one is hurt if they do not wish to listen to reason."
I guess that made sense. If someone had gotten used to throwing their power around, they might not take well to being told there are rules. I looked around the room. This seemed like a lot of people to restrain just one.
"So, Mr. Jackson, why don't you tell us what you know about the power." It was back to Mrs. Holt.
I started out with what I knew from experience. "It seems like sometimes people just do what I want them too. I couldn't tell you why. I do know that it isn't on all the time, but I don't seem to be in control of when it is. Apparently Alexis can sense when I use it, and she said that anyone with the power could, but I can't tell anything like that. She also said I should be getting some kind of mind reading paired with it, but I have never experienced anything like that." I continued to explain everything that Alexis or Austin had told to me. They stayed quiet through it all, until I faltered at the end. "And... I guess that is all that I know? I can't think of anything else.... I have only known that the power exists since last night... or early this morning would be more accurate, so... still less than 24 hours?"
"Thank you for that, Mr. Jackson." Mr. Holt cut me off, then nodded to his wife.