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Past-- December 2012
It had been a long day and all Sam wanted to do was come home and crawl in bed. Instead he came home to find his sisters surrounding their mother.
His mom was sitting in the living room, her dark hair pulled up in a bun and his sister Sara sat next to her her own dark hair fixed in a braid, a calm look on her face unlike Savanna who was twirling her hair around her finger and avoiding eye contact.
“Shouldn't you be at work? And Shouldn't Savanna be at school?”
His mother opened her mouth to answer as his sister fidgeted around her but she seemed at a loss for words so Sara stood, ever the oldest. She crossed her arms and gave him her serious older sister face “Sam have you been feeling... Weird lately? Noticed anything strange?”
Sam frowned and looked at his family “No? What are you talking about?’
Sara sighed and looked down at their mother who gently pushed her down and crossed over to stand in front of him “honey the other day do you remember we were walking home and you were upset because of that boy and out of nowhere there was this big clap of thunder and then it started storming?”
Sam nodded slowly “yeah so? The weather is unpredictable.”
“How often does it storm in the winter honey?”
Sam shook his head “what are you getting at mom?”
She closed her eyes and took his hands “I'm telling you that your a witch.”
Sam jerked away from her and bumped into the wall and watched as his sisters gathered around her “no...your crazy.”
“Its true Sam,” Savanna spoke up “the other day I was in class and my professor, you know the old guy who flirts with me all the time? Well he was trying to feel me up in class and I got so stressed out and I just froze him.”
“You froze him? Like ice?”
“No like time... Everything stopped and I was able to get away from him and that's not all!” she grinned and stepped back and held her hands up “I can make fire to watch,” she looked around and settled on the trashcan in the kitchen and with a flick of her hand a roar of fire shot up before settling back down making Sam gasp as the smell of burnt trash hit his nose.
He slid down the wall as the fire settled and looked at his big sister for confirmation. She smiled gently at him and stepped up “I have the power of cyrokinesis... I can control ice. It was crazy Sam it just shot out of my hand out of nowhere and I ended up freezing Mr. Jenkins cat.”
Sam choked down a laugh at that. His sister lived in an apartment downtown and Mr. Jenkins was her neighbor. He was old and stuffy and had about five cats that always came around peeing on Sara’s shoes.
“I can also project force-fields...at least I saved my Prada’s”
Sam shook his head and rubbed his temples as a headache came on “that doesn't mean I can do anything.”
His mother smiled as he knelt down in front of him “honey your the youngest, your the most powerful of all. You have the power to control the weather and I believe there's more you just have to find it.”
Sam looked down at his hands and then turned to look at the cloudy cold sky and made his way outside and looked around before taking a deep breath and holding his hands up to the sky.
And suddenly after a short minute of focusing a large strike of lightning flashed through the sky and snow fell in heavy clumps, shattered by freezing rain and he shivered and looked at his mom “I don't think I can control it very well.”
She smiled “you will... Now you have to find your other power.”
He wasn't sure what told him to do it but he held up his hand, focused on the front door and swung causing the door to burst open, cracking on the side of the house making his sisters jump.
Oh my God!
He looked at Sara and frowned “what did you say?”
“Nothing I--”
His mom held her hand up “mind manipulation... You have my mothers power. You will be able to not only read minds but change them even alter the way people feel and perceive things.”
“And what about the door?”
“Telekinesis also your grandmothers power. Your sister got the power to freeze time from me and the other powers are from your ancestors.”
“I don't understand...”
“You will someday.”
4 months later
Sam watched with teary eyes as the sleek black casket was lowered into the ground, the rain bounced off like a waterfall leaving a small puddle on the ground as the casket disappeared from view.
The sky was dark and cloudy as the people walked away from the grave-site, their black umbrellas standing contrast in the gloom of the day.
Sam’s bottom lip quivered as two pairs of arms wrapped around his shoulders allowing him to let out a sob as he rested his head on his oldest sister Sara’s shoulder and closed his eyes as she hummed in his ear.
“How did this happen?”
Savannah closed her eyes and rested her chin on his head “death happens Sam there's nothing we can do about it--”
He turned to look at her with red eyes “but we could have,” he moved his eyes to Sara “you know we could have.”
She sighed and brushed his dark messy hair back “even we cant control death Sam. We haven’t been at this for long...besides mom saved us.”
Sam shook his head and lightning flashed through the sky illuminating the white clouds as the rain grew heavier making his hair stick to his face as he backed away from his sisters.
He didn't want to hear their words. They were witches, what good were they if they couldn't stop death?
Sam and his sisters haven’t had their powers for very long. Normally a witch was born with his or her powers but it was a little different in their case. Sara was the oldest, being 23 and his other sister Sara was 21 and they were both born with their powers. But then when Sam was born and his dad left leaving their mother to raise them alone she decided to bind their powers til they were ready for them.
When Sam turned 17 a couple months ago she decided now was the time.
Sam was a little different from his sisters, more gifted his mother said. He had 3 powers while his sister only controlled two.
Sam was gifted with the powers of telekinesis, mind manipulation-- the one he hardly ever used, and atmokinsesis... And sometimes he even thought he had the power to see the future. He had always been good with intuition.
So why hadn't he seen this coming?
The attack had been quite random, like all of them were.
When he and his sisters came out of the dark he realized they were no longer protected, in fact they were in grave danger everyday. their mother had cast a cloaking spell on them while they were clueless about their powers allowing no demon or any other evil to find them.
But now demon attacks were a daily thing.
His mother called them the charmed ones. They were to be the most powerful witches the world has ever seen.
They were to fight demons, warlocks, vampires and anything else the world threw at them.
It happened a week ago. They had just gotten home, it was around 11. They had all spent the day together. Movies, shopping, talking about colleges for Sam.
It had been a wonderful day.
When they walked inside their home they were caught off guard. The demon could throw fire, almost like his sister and was very well established with his powers.
Sam had ducked down out of breath against the wall while Sara held up the force field to shield both him and Savannah.
Their mother was trying to run upstairs to get their book of shadows, unprotected.
He had seen it coming, had yelled out to warn her, had even tried to throw the demon across the room but to no avail, the damage was done.
A ball of fire shot out and nailed their mother in the chest knocking her over the rail and down the steps her cold dead eyes focused on Sam.
The scream that erupted from his throat was deadly and powerful.
The house shook, the dishes fell and everything rattled as Sam stood up and raised his hands in the air as the roof ripped off in one powerful gust of wind and the lightning struck down.
The demon looked around with panic in his eyes and as he turned to shimmer away Sam let out a loud scream that the demon matched as he disintegrated before their eyes into a pile of dust.
Sam fell to the floor, his nose pouring blood and sobs flowing from his mouth as Sara bent down next to him and Savannah rushed to their mother.
But it was to late. She was gone.