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06 October 2011 @ 06:04 am
FIC: The Kebab Killer, Chapter three, Part two – The Rising Storm  
Author: Osiris Brackhaus
Story Title: The Kebab Killer
Part: 4/10 (wip)
Rating: R
Configuration M/M
Warnings: violence, angst, borderline fairytale romance
Word Count: 2.100 / 25.000
Setting: 'Phoenix Empire' verse, see Phoenix Empire Timeline & Index
Characters: Sam/Yaden
Summary: Yaden’s evaluation at the psions’ guild produces most unwelcome results…
Feedback: Yes, please!




Finally, they reached Doctor Reichenbach's office, which turned out to be a large room stuffed with so many books it looked more like a library. Desk and chairs seemed to have been stuffed in on second thought only. But apart from the red-tiled porting circle in one corner, it also looked comfortingly mundane. So when Reichenbach asked them to sit down, Yaden seemed almost at ease.

“Well, let me see if I have everything straight,” Reichenbach commenced, pushing up his round, gold-rimmed glasses to read in a slim file that had been waiting on the coffee table. “You have suffered some traumatic episode, and since then you occasionally exhibit psychic abilities, yes?”

Before Yaden could snap something impolite, Sam took his hand and answered in his stead.

“Yes, he was attacked and poisoned. The dose should have been enough to kill him, but luckily he just fell unconscious.” Casting an encouraging glance to Yaden, Sam continued. “When he awoke, most of his memories were gone, and since a few days now, he's been showing... well, basic telekinetic abilities.”

“Really? Fully manifest abilities are a rare thing, but not unheard of.” Reichenbach smiled encouragingly as well, but to Yaden it seemed merely condescending. “Were you physically restricted during the attack?”

“No,” Sam replied with growing apprehension. “Why do you want to know?”

“Physical helplessness is one of the classical triggers of a chrysalis, the awakening of psychic talents. But this can happen for any number of reasons. You said he was poisoned – do you know what poison he had been subjected to?”

“Is this important?” Yaden asked caustically. “We're just here to see if I am a psion after all and to register me if necessary. We didn't want a history lesson.”

Outside, thunder rolled again, and the first heavy drops of rain were tapping against the tall windows of Reichenbach's office.

“I am sorry,” Reichenbach replied credibly enough, rising to close the windows. “It is just that we still know so little about how psionic abilities are triggered, and every little bit will help. But you are right, of course, nothing of this matters right now. We can always make a proper assessment of your chrysalis later.”

Sitting down again, Reichenbach opened a finely crafted wooden box on the table next to him, sifting trough its contents. After a moment, he pulled out a small, red rubber ball, and set it onto the table.

“Well, let's start with the standards. I'll ask you to move this object, and you'll try. You won't have to actually manage to move anything, but I'll monitor your supernatural activity. We'll probably have a neat profile of your abilities in less than fifteen minutes.”

Again, he smiled like a benevolent uncle, gesturing to Yaden.

“Come on, try it. Move the ball.”

Sam looked at his lover, encouragingly, but Yaden just scoffed.

“That's rubber. I can't move that.”

“That's unusual, but not unheard of, either.” Reichenbach said, taking a note on his clipboard. Then he pulled a small display out of the box and showed it to Yaden. “Here, have a look. Is there anything that would work for you?”

Yaden took a glance at the assorted small objects, then pointed at a small quarter-credit coin in the lower corner with a sigh.

“The coin, that would work fine.”

“Very well.” Reichenbach took another note. “Come on, try it. Move the -”

He stopped talking as Yaden raised his hand, the coin floating out of it's tiny compartment in perfect synchronisation. Following the gestures of Yaden's hand, the coin flew up and around, made a few loops and a corkscrew turn and then rammed down onto the coffee table with enough force to get wedged into the wood.

“Good enough for you?” Yaden asked caustically. “I can do it again, in case you missed anything.”

Swiftly, Sam took Yaden's hand again, trying to calm him with a reassuring smile. Most probably, his lover hadn't noticed that Reichenbach was sitting there in his armchair, staring at Yaden with barely veiled disbelief. Surely, the 'head of the local talent recognition team' wouldn't pale like this over any normal boy levitating a coin.

“That was... most unusual.” Reichenbach said, nervously glancing at his clipboard as if searching for an answer. He forced himself into a shaky smile, adding: “That was very impressive already, well done.”

Outside, the first lightning split the darkened sky, thunder following almost instantly. By now, the rain was falling heavily.

“But I am afraid your power patterns are somewhat unusual.” Reichenbach had a small sheen of sweat on his forehead that really didn't help to make his smile seem any less forced. “I really don't think I am qualified to decide in this case, and I really would like to get a second opinion here.”

“What's wrong with me?” Yaden snapped, his voice carrying an uncharacteristically threatening tone. “Why the hell don't you tell me the truth?!”

“It'll just take a second,” Reichenbach all but whispered. Then he closed his eyes, concentrating, his lips twitching as if silently talking to someone else.

“Shh,” Sam tried to calm Yaden. “I am sure there is a perfectly ordinary reason to all this.”

“This is the fucking psions' guild, for fuck's sake!” Yaden hissed, obviously not in the mood to be calmed. “These should be the people understanding what's happening to me, not the ones to freak out! That's my job!”

Outside, a proper thunderstorm was raging by now. For a city that was known for its perpetual drizzle, this weather was plain mad. Black clouds hung roiling over the city, and it was dark enough in the office that the lights automatically switched on.

“Just a second,” Reichenbach said finally, starting to clean his immaculate glasses as if in dire need for his hands to do something. “My colleague will be with us in a second.”

“That is very kind of you,” Sam interjected. “But we were just here to get some confirmation, and we really didn't want to -”

But then, the tell-tale non-sound of someone suddenly materializing in the room with them cut him short.

“What is this about, Reichenbach?” A tall man stepped out of the porting circle in the corner, a concentrated and slightly stressed look on his gaunt features. “We're having some sort of situation right now, and I really - “

Instead of an answer, Reichenbach rose and all but slammed his clipboard into the other man's chest. Turning around, he had his sweet fake smile back on, explaining:

“I am sorry, Gentlemen, this is Master Lebovitz. He's an authority in... unusual expressions of talent, and he'll be able to help us in but an instant.” Turning back to his colleague, he asked just as unconvincingly sweet: “Isn't that so, Daniel?”

'Daniel' didn't even react, instead continued reading Reichenbach's notes. Then, his eyes widened and he asked harshly: “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“But you did check him for demonic possession, didn't you?!”

“I...” Reichenbach started, too flustered to find words, but he was cut short by Yaden voicing his understandable anger.

“What the hell do you mean, DEMONIC POSSESSION?!”

Right then, a lighting bolt struck so close to the building that the thunder made the windows rattle and the lights flicker. The whole room suddenly smelled of ozone, and Sam could feel the hair on his arms rise with static.

“This is no natural weather,” Master Lebovitz cursed to himself. He flung Reichenbach's clipboard into a corner, where it skittered across the dark hardwood floor. “I really have no time for this.”

And without so much as a nod, he disappeared into thin air.

“I am sorry.” Now, Reichenbach sounded close to panicking. “As you see, we're having some kind of situation that requires all our concentration. Please, relax, feel like at home, I'll be right back and then we'll sort all of this out. Right? Fine.”

And just like his colleague before, he disappeared instantly, leaving Sam and Yaden alone in his office.

“What the HELL?!” Yaden asked once he had gathered his wits. “Sam, I'm no fucking demon! What's wrong with these people?!”

Still holding Yaden's hand, Sam was at a complete loss on what to make of this scene. Up until now, he had found the psions' guild to be extremely professional whenever he had worked with one of them. This was... deeply troubling in so many ways, he really would need some more time to make up his mind.

But there was one thing he was instantly sure of.

“You are NOT a demon.” he said firmly to Yaden, squeezing his hand. “And now, we'll get out of here as soon as we can.”

He didn't even leave his lover enough time to give him a surprised look. Instead, he pulled Yaden up onto his feet and out onto the corridor. Those psions were clueless to a degree that bordered on dangerous, and the last thing he would do was to leave his love even a second longer under their roof than absolutely necessary.

Even if that meant he was now officially harbouring an unregistered, fugitive psychic.

Pulling Yaden down the corridor was much less of a problem than he had thought. Apparently, the 'situation' genuinely demanded a lot of psions, for they didn't even meet a single person on their way out of the sprawling mansion. Which was all the better in Sam's eyes, as his lover's mood was at least as turbulent as the weather outside. And they really, really could do without any other complications.

The entrance hall was eerily empty as well, and the huge main door was merely shut, not locked or 'magically' sealed. Calmly but firmly, Sam pushed Yaden outside, closing the door as softly as possible with a thing of that size.

The thunderstorm apparently was calming down as swiftly as it had appeared, and besides the pouring rain, there was only a soft rumbling to be heard in the distance. The rain also brought fresh, clean air into the city, and both Sam and Yaden took a deep breath as they stopped at the end of the covered walkway, looking out into the rain.

“I am sorry they couldn't help.” Yaden said suddenly, tugging Sam's arm a little closer to himself. “'Would have been nice if they had just given me a badge and ignored the whole thing.”

“Oh good heavens,” Sam exclaimed. “It's not your fault, darling, please. Those guys were idiots.”

“Yeah, apart from that.” For a heartbeat, Yaden just held Sam's hand tightly. Then he gave a soft sigh. “Where to now?”

“We go fix this.” he replied instantly. Even if Sam didn't exactly know how to fix it nor what 'it' actually was. “Well, first we will need some kind of confirmation that you're not possessed by a demon.” Yaden snorted so derisively that Sam had to grin. “And I think I already know where we're going to get something like that.”

“Really?”

“I know a certain Aroona priest who comes to the kebab shack every other evening for his dinner. And I would bet my left eyebrow that he will be about as pissed as we are about that 'demonic possession' thing.”

Thinking of Father Rudger and his well-known and often-voiced misgivings towards guilds of any kind, Yaden smiled despite himself.

“Yeah well, that might even work. If I were to disappear in the dungeons of the guild, where would he get his daily dose of gossip and grilled meat?”

“See?” Planting a swift kiss on Yaden's forehead, Sam stepped out onto the pavement. “Come on, the rain's dying down already. And I really don't want to be still standing here before they wake up and realize we are gone.”

“Good idea,” Yaden agreed, following him swiftly. “What about we get us a taxi? I know it's expensive, but I think this qualifies as an emergency.”

“That's an even better idea.” Smiling, Sam took out his usually strictly-for-work cellphone, careful not to get too much rain onto the expensive gadget. “If this were any more of an emergency, I'd be calling my colleagues, not a taxi.”

And he knew he would, actually. He didn't care if his husband-to-be was an illegal, unregistered psychic. He didn't care what his colleagues would say. He only cared that his love was safe and happy, and that no one would come one day and tear them apart.

Actually, all this sudden criminal energy was rather scary. Especially considering how boring he had been mere four weeks ago, Sam realized with a tiny, wicked smile.

 
 
 
idolme922: Beautiful bodyidolme922 on October 6th, 2011 04:12 pm (UTC)
Whoa!! Now it's getting interesting. Can't wait for more. I'm a little afraid for Yaden, but I'm sure Sam will keep him safe. :D

Great Chapter!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 7th, 2011 08:06 am (UTC)
Thanks!
Yes, things start pickung up pace, and I am really curious to see what you will make of the next events.
idolme922: Beautiful bodyidolme922 on October 7th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
Uh-oh! Now I'm skerd! LOL... I'll be here. Looking forward to it!
peony_blackpeony_black on October 6th, 2011 09:56 pm (UTC)
I am a little afraid of Yaden. More, please?
And thank you!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 7th, 2011 08:08 am (UTC)
He. Very smart observation. And I am afraid the next chapter won't do much to alleviate your worries... ^^

And thank you for commenting, you are most welcome!
BerthaBlueberthablue on October 7th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC)
Yaden is a power dude! I loved that he scared off the supposed "experts" without even trying :) Can't wait to see more!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 7th, 2011 08:14 am (UTC)
Power dude is a very apt description. And I think if the "experts" knew what they were really dealing with, they'd have been much more scared.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
triptyxtriptyx on October 17th, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC)
Gahhhh WHO IS YADEN REALLY??? :S :S :S

Was he doing all the freaky weather? :S Couldnt the psions notice the energy could be coming from Yaden being pissed/scared? :S This is so interesting!

Thank you!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 18th, 2011 03:50 am (UTC)
Actually, it was the fact that they couldn't see ANY energy coming from Yaden that scared poor Reichenbach so much.

But there will be only one last chapter with questions this week, then we'll start getting answers.

And sure thing, you're most welcome. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
talomor on March 14th, 2015 09:08 pm (UTC)
Reading this story again with all the information fom all the other stories feels weird. But in a good way! It still works perfectly, no continuity errors that I can find :-)
And these early comments are just precious!
But here's my question: Why can't Reichenbach feel Yaden's psionics? Is it because he's visceral, or because of the tattoos?
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on March 15th, 2015 11:39 am (UTC)
Hehe, see? That is what we meant when in earlier stories we said to wait and see how it all clicks together. So happy being able to share this with you!

And about Reichenbach - it's the tattoos, they hide the fact that the energy is coming from Yaden. So from his point of view, the coin just gathered psionic energies and flew through his room, while Yaden remained entirely mundane. If he had ever gotten beyond this point, Yaden being a visceral would only have confused him more. ^^ Poor guy, in a way, but that's what you get for thinking of yourself as actually knowing everything relevant about a subject.

We really have to put up a story about the tattoos somewhere...

Thanks for asking!
talomor on March 16th, 2015 07:47 pm (UTC)
But you did put infos about the tattoos in "A New Life" and explained what they did in "Windmines of Bora-Bora" - wait, stop, what am I doing, discouraging you from writing more...
hab318princesshab318princess on October 19th, 2011 09:30 pm (UTC)
that was brilliant!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 20th, 2011 07:36 am (UTC)
Thank you! ^^