The following fic is rated R
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Six years ago
She had been having horrible nightmares.
Chris
knew of the extent psychics had their own battles within. He was there
for his sister every step of the way. She grew more socially inept as
time progressed. Her mood, her attitude screamed one of vindictiveness,
one of maliciousness. Her hate was becoming palpable.
"Molly?" Her friends asked her one day.
"Oh she suffers from tourets syndrome."
"Oh..."
Her brother steered her around the corner and they were alone again.
"Sis, you have to calm down."
"Ugh... what?"
Her
face, which had been a murderous mix of bug-eyes and stone cold
placidness, snapped back to regular her. She blinked a few times then
looked to him.
"I did it again didn't I?..."
She had returned to her once natural self. For the moment. Chris knew this sort of thing happened in a psychics adolescence and that she would grow out of it.
"Hey, head to class ok? We'll talk later."
"Yeah, right. Thanks big brother."
Her good humor would not last.
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