Pyrokenisis

Author Note: For all of you who don't know. Here is a list of the different 'Kenisis' that will end up being talked about in the story for future reference. And the first few chapters won't have much of the stuff listed in the warnings.
Hydrokenisis: The ability to control water with your mind.
Pyrokenisis: The ability to control Fire with your mind.
Aerokenisis: The ability to control Air with your mind.
Terrakenisis: The ability to control Earth with your mind.


Chapter One
Charle walked into her room, and closed the door with a loud bang. She turned on her stereo, and popped in a Dir En Grey CD. After turning the volume up as loud as it would go she flopped backwards on the bed. She knew that her mother wouldn’t be too far behind her. And was satisfied with her self as the door to her room opened; She knew exactly who it was, and didn’t care. She began braiding her mid-thigh length hair as she sat on her bed. She had recently dyed the under layer of her dark hair a brilliant pink, much to her adoptive parents dismay. She turned back from the door when she saw her mothers face in the doorway, scowling in disgust at her choice of clothing. She had a pair of black pants on with suspenders hanging from the front of her pants, criss-crossing in the back and attached to the side of her knees. For a fop she had chose a black tank-top with a 3-piece purple cincher that had a bit of an armor look to it and each piece was a lighter shade of purple.

“Will you turn that junk down?” Charle knew instantly that her mother was talking about the music that was currently blaring from the CD player on her dresser. She got off her bed in a smooth cat-like movement and turned to mother as she secured an elastic around the end of her braid.

“What do you want?” Her tone was disinterested as she sat back down on her bed and crossed her legs. Her position was that of a perfect daughter, but upon closer inspection it was also completely mocking. Her mother over looked it and wrinkled her nose as she looked at her daughter. Her mother looked like the perfect mother from the outside. Like Brie from Desperate Housewives. Everything had to be perfect at all times, she always wore pastel colors, and probably wished that Charle did as well, which wasn’t happening any time soon if Charle had something to do with it. She had perfect brown hair that She kept fairly short, and today had chosen to wear a pastel blue long sleeve top with a pair of khaki pants. Being on the inside Charle got to see the side that everyone else doesn’t. She had only told someone once what she was really like, but they chalked it up to kids always seeing the worst in their parents, and then blowing it out of proportion.

“Charlotte why must you dress like that?” Her mother asked in a tone that Charle imagined the queen might use. This was their game. Charle would act like the perfect daughter she knew her mother wanted, but with a sarcastic edge. Her Mother’s response would always be to call her by her full name, which grated on her nerves; She knew that her mother knew how badly it grated on her nerves too.

“Look, obviously you came in here for some reason. Tell me what it is then you can leave.” The sour tone in her voice made her mother visibly flinch, like she had flung a knife her way. Charle had gotten quite good at sending verbal barbs, she didn’t even have to think about it anymore. She just did it, and that got her into more trouble then she could imagine sometimes, especially in school.

“Charlotte I need you to go to the store and pick some things up for me. I wrote you up a list.” Her mother handed her some money with the list, from the look of the list they were going to have company, most likely more perfect people. Charle hated it when people came over. Her mother would always force her into a perfect pastel dress that would make her look like the child of a stepford wife, and of course she had to keep her talking in line, as she couldn’t say anything wrong to make the plastic family look bad. Of course the neighborhood knew that Charle wasn’t exactly the perfect daughter, but for the sake of her mother they always pretended.

“Do try not to be too long about it either.” Her mother left her room and Charle gave a quick scan of the list and was glad to see that most of the things on the list was food that she could stomach. Glad to be getting out of the house Charle pulled on her knee high boots, grabbed her car keys and hopped into the car. She pulled out into the street and headed toward the store, She turned on the radio and smiled softly to herself. The car may not be the newest and best car out on the market, like her brother had. But it was hers. She loved her trans-am to death. But unfortunately she spent most of her money so that she wouldn’t end up dead, there was so much wrong with it. She parked the car then entered the store. Locating the things on the list in no time flat, and nodding a hello to some people that she knew, she paid for them and put them in the back seat of her car.

Then, instead of going straight home, as her mother had requested she climbed into the front seat and went into a bookshop down the street a little, she parked an empty spot and entered the store.

The store wasn’t big by any means but it was a comfortable small. She walked across the plush wine carpeting. You could see dust in the beams of sunlight, but it didn’t really bother anyone who shopped at this place. There was a sunken living room type space with large comfy leather chairs and couches so that people could sit and read. Shelves lined the walls filled with any type of book you could think of from the Karma Sutra to the Anarchists Cookbook. You could find just about anything you wanted in this store. And Charle had taken a liking to elemental-kinesis. She knew that there was no way possible that it was real, but it was neat to think that it may be.

She walked through the aisle, reading the title on the spines looking for a book on Pyrokenisis; after all she already had one on Hydrokenisis. She frowned slightly as she wasn’t finding what she wanted, even though she was certain she saw it on the top shelf a little while ago. She let out a frustrated sigh and went to go into the next aisle when the suspender part of her pants got stuck on a bent nail on the shelf without her noticing. The next step she took pulled the shelf down causing a cascade of books to fall on top of her. A rather large book fell on top of her head and she fell forward as she blacked out., Ironically it was the book she was looking for, but she didn’t realize it as she lost consciousness under the pile of books.