Cyril walked into the safe house in West City. He sighed and took off his hat as he walked through the door and hung his hat on the hat holder beside the door. Cyril hadn’t been on Earth long enough to acquire a house and so he just used the safe house here as a place to relax and sleep. He plopped down on a recliner and leaned back. He sighed heavily again. So much power was gone, so many talents erased. Cyril wasn’t sure where to start, what to do. He knew he that he needed to start soon though. Cyril closed his eyes and concentrated, he was getting ready to try something he hadn’t needed to use since that damnable man with the same name took away his power level. Cyril breathed in and exhaled. Inhaled and exhaled. He opened his eyes and focused on a glass across the room. He imagined it floating up and coming to his outstretched hand. “C’mon you little bastard,” Cyril muttered, “Get up!” He glared at that glass and silently cursed it for not moving. Cyril groaned. He couldn’t even move a glass anymore; he hadn’t expected the lack of power would affect his telekinesis. “Well at least I know where to start now” Cyril sighed resignedly. Telekinesis was such a pain to learn. Cyril remembered when he had first encountered the technique. It was a few hundred years back in some newly forming universe, a bit like this one actually. Cyril had met a race of beings with innate psychic abilities. He remember begging the chief of the village he was in to teach him for a solid week until she caved and taught him herself. It took about a month. Cyril smiled as he recalled that time, that was definitely a good month. Cyril returned to the present and turned his attention to the task at hand, relearning telekinesis. Cyril stared at the glass in thought. He was debating if it would be best to take a nap first or not. It wasn’t quite night but if he fell asleep now he probably wouldn’t wake till dawn. Cyril resolved to get this done before night fell and made his task even harder. He also resolved to do this without leaving his chair. Cyril definitely wasn’t going to go find a mountain on which to meditate like he did last time when we could just lean back in a chair and do that same thing. Cyril thought back to the chief again and what she had said when teaching him.”First, broaden your mind,” he mimed her funny accent surprisingly well. Cyril closed his eyes and began breathing deeply and steadily. He went into a meditative state and began focusing on himself. On his breathing, on his toes, then his feet, then his legs, then his abdomen and then both his hands and arms, then his entire self. Once he did that he began spread out to the chair, then the rest of the room. Cyril imagined the table which the glass was on. He imagined the intricate legs, the swirling carvings on the legs, he went up the table and imagined the glass. The water inside. The condensation dripping down the side of the glass. Cyril breathed in deeply again, the first part was done and quite easily at that. Cyril could now hear the voice of the chief in his ear again.
“There is a power to everything, little angel” She had whispered. Back then Cyril had had his first set of wings. “Reach out to it now. Find it and know it.” Cyril opened his eyes and suddenly everything was black. It was still day though. Cyril reached out to everything in the room. He felt the faint force in everything and then he saw it. First it was just a glimmer but then everything became bright as if the sun has risen in the room. Cyril felt the small forces at work in the glass. The spinning atoms detaching and forming new bonds with other atoms, the different elements sticking to each other- he felt and saw it all. Cyril felt the power his own personage contained and he exerted it on the glass. Quite contrary to floating over to him it exploded violently. Cyril started and broke the state he was in. “It seems I’m not used to it quite yet.” He reached out his hand absently and his hat flew to him. Cyril put it on and sighed. “Guess I’ll try again tomorrow.” Cyril frowned. “Oh wait a minute” Cyril smiled brilliantly, “Fantastic!”
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