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Author's Note: And here is the fourth installment of the story. I would like to
thank all of you who wrote and told me to continue. I wouldn't be writing this
otherwise.   :-)

On another note, I wanted to tell you up front that there will not be any sex
in this chapter. You can skip it if you want, but you'll miss some important
parts. >:)

I'm also introducing a new character.

Send all comments to JesseDraven@aol.com 





                                                     Gabriel                   
                                                                          
          By Jesse Draven


                                                  Chapter Four


Shopping. The one word that sends shivers of fear down most men's spine. That
was what Gabriel was having to endure right now. Though, it would have been
going much better if  -~The Girls' knew what they wanted to buy. Gabriel
wondered why they couldn't go in and get out with what they wanted. Like he
does. But no.  -~The Girls' would stay in one section and look at stuff (for
far too long in Gabriel's opinion) and not even buy anything. They'd just move
onto the next section.

And they had turned him into the ever infamous "Bag-boy". You know the type.
The boy that stands outside of the dressing room, holding bags full of whatever
 -~The Girls' have bought. And the one that guarded their purses with his life,
by holding them while sitting on the bench.

Yes, Gabriel thought he was in hell. All of this happened when Dawna found out
that Holly did not have every brand of clothing known to man. Dawna apparently
thought that that was a mortal sin, and set out to rectify the situation. And
then it escalated when Dawna and Rachel both thought that it was time for them
to update their wardrobe. 

Gabriel had throughly told them "NO" when they asked if he needed anymore
clothes. Even Rachel's pouty look (the weapon she used against him to make him
fold on a subject) didn't even work when she asked him to get a few more sets
of clothes.

He pretty much hated shopping with vigor. Rachel found this out when she came
out of the changing room for what seemed like the hundredth time and asked how
she looked in the new jeans. "They make your ass look big," He lied, just to
piss her off. But it only irritated her. She knew that he hated being at the
mall.

This was the eighth day that he was a resident of the Wilson household. And he
pretty much had no complaints, even though they were still holding back some
secrets from him. But he promised not to push, and Gabriel always tried to keep
his word, if at all possible. But he really did hate going to malls. The only
thing that seemed to pacify him at all was that Rachel told him that after the
shopping excursion was over that he would move onto the next level of his
training. That would be Thought Manipulation from a distance.

And this time they would do it on a complete stranger. A stranger of Gabriel's
choice.

The reason they were going to do it on a stranger was because Holly firmly drew
the line when it came to messing with her thoughts. His fascination with his
powers never diminished, more to the point, they grew since that first
"training" session with Holly. For the last few days, even Gabriel had to admit
that he and Rachel had run Holly through every emotion that was possible.

They only touched rage once, though. That was not very fun. Gabriel found out
that a fully pissed-off Protector could be a very dangerous thing. She
destroyed half the den and threw Gabriel about nine feet before Rachel
intervened and calmed her down.

But the thing that had amazed Gabriel the most didn't have anything to do with
mental powers. It was the way Rachel had acted after their first "training
session" with Holly. After it was all over, she had basically told him that she
didn't care who he slept with, as long as she held his heart. Which made
Gabriel do a double take, but he didn't complain. In fact, he loved having sex
with Holly. But if he was truthful, he loved Rachel more. And that had nothing
to do with sex.

Gabriel looked over to his left as a man sat down beside him. He was a short
plump little man with a light brown purse in his lap. The man's face was drawn
and he looked tired when he looked Gabriel's way. "How long you in for?"

" -~Bout five more bags." Gabriel replied promptly.

The man winced in sympathy. "My wife has two bags left."

< -~Oh quit being a baby, Gabriel. We're not that bad.'> Rachel's voice rippled
through his head. 

< -~You just remember that when I want to go to Auto Zone, Darlin'.'> Gabriel
replied smugly. There was no reply to that but worried silence.

The reason he was taking going to take a trip to Auto Zone was because he
wanted to tweak his new car. My car. He thought with a rueful shake of the
head. Nine days ago he would never dream of owning the brand spanking new Dodge
Durango that was currently setting outside in the parking lot. He insisted on
Driving himself, while  -~The Girls' took their own vehicle. 

Getting Dawna to make him accept the Durango was sort of like pulling teeth
from a hen, though. He had refused for three days straight, but on the fourth
he finally caved and Dawna drove him and Rachel to buy a new Dodge. Rachel's
was red, his was black. He had to smile as he remembered that one said "His" on
the plates and the other said "Hers". It was Rachel's idea. 

Rachel had told him to make sure to stay close to them when they left, in case
a cop pulled them over. That way she could "conveniently" make the police
officer "forget" that he was fifteen and exactly what he had pulled him over
for. Gabriel thought that the plan had merit, so he tail-gaited the women of
his life all the way to the mall. But neither of them got pulled over and
arrived at the mall quite safely. 

And that was four hours ago. He thought bitterly. And to top it off, he was
pretty sure they were going to be there for another two hours. Fuck that. I'm
going for a walk. He thought as he stood up, walked up to the door of Rachel's
changing room and knocked quite loudly. 

The love of his life stuck her sandy-blonde head out of the room. "Can't you
wait till we get home to see me naked?" She asked with a rakish grin.

Gabriel couldn't help but smile back. But then he promptly shoved Rachel's
purse into her hands. "I'm going for a walk. Call me when you're done." He
stated, leaving no room for debate.

Not that Rachel would have argued. She knew that Gabriel was getting a bit stir
crazy. "Ok, just don't leave the mall, not that I'm telling you what to do, but
if you leave the mall it will be harder for me to "call" you." She replied.

Gabriel gave a shrug of the shoulder and a small grin. "Whatever." Then he
promptly turned on his heel and started off on his walk.

The mall was fairly large so he knew he could walk quite a bit if he wanted.
The reason that he wanted to walk (beside escaping  -~The Girls' and their
shopping illness) was so he could think. He always thought better when he was
walking. And Gabriel wanted to think of the powers that Rachel said he had. He
had no more doubts about it, if Rachel said he had them, he had them.

What had she listed off I could do? He tried to remember. Ah. She said I could
read the thoughts of mortals easily and manipulate them. From a distance no
less, without touching. Although, she also said that I could manipulate
emotions without touching as well, just takes more concentration. Then there's
the telekinesis. Gabriel paused his thought process for a moment. Telekinesis
was what he was the most afraid of, since he almost killed Rachel with it once.

Then there's what I did in the street tournament. He thought.

Gabriel continually walked around the mall and quickly became bored. Then he
decided to sit down and practice reading people's thoughts. He had been
practicing this on Rachel and Holly (with their permission, of course) for the
last few days. That and building mental shields. He had trouble reading
thoughts with his mental shield up. Rachel told him not to worry about it,
though. He would get the hang of it sooner or later.

Gabriel was sitting next to a big cement water fountain that shot water about
five feet in the air. He looked across the walkway and noticed a Gap store, and
promptly shivered from the idea of more shopping. But he noticed something
else. A girl.

The girl had long, dark red hair that fell to the middle of her shoulders, that
was also french-braided. And the braid was placed through the back of a blue
Dallas Cowboys ball cap. She was also wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair
of Wranglers that looked painted on. She had the smooth grace of someone who
liked sports and she looked to be no older than fourteen.

Gabriel decided to practice on her. He narrowed his eyes as he concentrated. He
found out something real quick that Rachel forgot to mention. She and Holly had
shielded *some* of their thoughts . . . And apparently Normal's didn't have
this option. Gabriel was bombarded with images of the girls past and her
thoughts of the future, not to mention that the images were very vivid. Gabriel
literally saw the girl's life flash before his eyes. He didn't know that he
virtually downloaded the girl's mind, instead of just reading her thoughts. It
was completely by accident. There were so many images and thoughts hitting him
at once that he felt more than a little dizzy. The next thing he knew, he was
in total darkness.

But before the darkness overtook him, he saw Rachel coming his way. Concern was
etched deep in her facial features . . . Then there was nothing but blackness.

His last thought before he blacked out was:  -~Guess I should have waited for
her to teach me before I jumped in head first like a fuckin' idiot. Then there
was nothing.

                                 *************************************


The dull ache in his head was receding quickly as Gabriel slowly opened his
eyes. It took a while for him to get them into focus as well. For a minute or
two there were about three Rachels standing side by side. Guess I should talk
to the one in the middle. He thought dimly. He could only catch bits and pieces
of what Holly and Rachel were talking about, but he knew that it was Holly. He
knew by the voice.

". . . I can't believe he did this! I expressly told him not to try to use his
power unless supervised!"

Ohhh, I have an irrate girlfriend on my hands. Gabriel thought ruefully.

" . . . If you have to lay blame, Rach, you should lay it on me. After all, he
did it on *my* watch ..." 

Holly sounded very dejected to Gabriel's ears. Why would she sound dejected?
Then it all started to rush back to him, reliving the girl's life (Connie was
her name) in a matter of seconds and that pushed his mind into an automatic
shut down.

"No, Holly, it's my fault. I'm his trainer, I take full responsibility for it."


Gabriel shifted his head to Rachel and seen that she looked *very* distraught
and worried. Holly really didn't look much better. I'd better say something
before they go completely into full mother hen mode. He thought ruefully.
"Didja girls catch the number of the truck that hit me -" twice." He said with
a horse chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad to see you think this is amusing, Gabriel Brice," Rachel
replied in a biting tone, she couldn't help it. Whenever she felt helpless, she
always seemed to fall back on anger. But, for Gabriel, her eyes and voice
softened somewhat. "You overextended your mental abilities. From what I read
from your mind, you took in Connie's entire mind. And now it's stuck there
until you learn to get rid of it. And so far, there hasn't been a Chosen yet
that has been able to do that."

She didn't bother to tell him how impressed she was. It took most Chosens years
to learn to do what he did on his first try. She wasn't lying when she said
that he took in the entire girl's mind. It was buried somewhere in his complex
mind. If he wanted to think about it, he could recall everything about the girl
like: Memories, emotions and hopes. Hopefully he wouldn't pick up her
personality quirks, there was a 50/50 chance of that happening, but they would
fade in time. But nothing else would fade.

Gabriel looked around to see just where the hell he was, and wasn't really
surprised to find that he was in his bedroom. He looked calmly (even though he
was quite sure that someone had placed a Jack hammer in his head and was using
it at a menacing rate) around his room as he rubbed his temples. It had changed
in the last eight days. 

For one, there was another bed in it, a queen-sized waterbed. That was for
Holly. She meant it when she said that she was going to be near him when he
slept. In truth, he would have been happy if Holly just slept with him and
Rachel. 

But that was where Rachel drew the line. She didn't mind him having sex with
the beautiful Protector, but she would be damned if she stole cuddling time
away from her. That flattered Gabriel in a small way, a little anyway.

Gabriel was drawn out of his revery by the sound of Holly's voice. "I'm sorry I
wasn't there when you needed me. I know I screwed up."

Gabriel gave her a blank look, because he hadn't the faintest idea in hell what
the young Protector was talking about. Then it came to him: She thought she
wasn't there, or didn't get there quick enough. "Don't worry about it, Holls.
Hopefully I won't be dumb enough to do this again." Then gave the beautiful
brunette a wink, followed by a small chuckle that escaped his chest. It seemed
to pacify her somewhat and that made Gabriel feel a little better. He really
didn't like anyone to feel bad about something he did. Because if there was one
thing he knew: It was what it was like to feel bad. He learned that well in
foster-care.

"What happened to Connie? Did she just leave the mall?" Gabriel asked. And then
he watched as Rachel started to look at her shoes and a look of worry flashed
across her face. Gabriel felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Did I turn her into a vegetable? He asked himself, very distraught. "Spit it
out, Rach. What did I do to her?"

"Well . . . Look, its not as bad as its gonna sound. You have to remember that
a lot of Chosens do it on purpose all the time. And so-" Then she saw Gabriel's
impatient look and just spit it out. "She's drop dead in love with you and
can't leave you're side for very long, or she may sink into a deep depression.
She's in the kitchen right now, talking to Mom."

Gabriel's facial expressions were completely neutral . . . Save for the fact
that his eyes were like saucers. "W-What?" I *know* I didn't hear that right.
His mind screeched.

"She's your Follower, Gabriel. Only she still has most of her personality."
Holly said with bluntness that Gabriel sort of admired and sort of hated. She
saw that he was about to argue and she could tell by the look on his face that
he really didn't want a Follower. "Before you say anything, hear me out,
please?" Holly knew that she might be out of line talking to her boss like
this, but she thought the girl (Connie) might be good for his training.

She watched as Gabriel gave her one of his trade mark shrugs, allowing her to
continue.

So she did. "What Rachel told you, is basically true. Most Chosens have at
least two followers. You could turn this into an opportunity. This girl will be
perfect for you to practice the more advanced Mind Control techniques that
Rachel is going to teach. Plus, SOMA will respect you more if you already have
a Follower. Don't ask me why, but they will."

"And don't let your morals get in your way. This is basically one of the many
things that Chosens can do. And we all know it's a shame to waste talent."
Rachel added with a small gleam in her eye.

"Then why don't you have a follower?" Gabriel retorted, still a little stunned
at their casual attitude towards this. But he did have to admit that he was
slowly warming to the idea, very slowly though. What have I got myself into? He
asked himself, half amused and half confused.

Rachel brightened at the question, as if she were expecting it. Which she had.
"Oh, I'll get one. I just haven't found the right one yet." She stated with a
coy look.

"Look, Gabriel, why don't you let us bring Connie up, and you can decide on
your own. But keep in mind, if you turn the girl away, it could very well
shatter her." She and Holly started to walk to his door at that moment.

Holly stopped at the last moment, turned, then looked Gabriel directly in the
eyes. < -~I took the time to look into the kid's mind. And if you would bother
to search yours, you would know what her home life is like. At least here she
could be happy.'> She finished and walked out the door and shut it behind her.

Gabriel laid back and relaxed against his pillow. He could tell from the
sensations of the covers moving over his body that he was completely nude. Why
did they undress me? He wondered to himself. But, in his opinion, that was the
least of his problems.

Gabriel laid back and searched his mind for Connie's past. It was a lot easier
than he thought that it would be. But what he found there made him shake, not
from fear, but from barely checked rage. The girl had scars on her back where
her father (a Preacher, no less) had taken a thin, but cutting belt to her. He
did this for her so-called sins with a date. Her *big* sin was giving him a
light kiss on the lips and telling him she had a wonderful time.

And then, after she was in bed, the father committed some "sins" of his own
when she was in her nightgown. If I meet the man, I'm gonna gut the fucker from
groin to gullet. Gabriel thought clenching his jaw, his eyes as hard as flint.

Gabriel didn't know it, but the link he had with Connie earlier was still
there. He felt something for her. But it wasn't like the love that he had with
Rachel, it was more of a need to protect her and make her happy. Even if that
meant messing with her thoughts a little. It was a price to pay. He didn't know
if it was worth it, or fair to Connie, but he was going follow Rachel and
Holly's advice on the matter. 

Going over the girl's past and her suicidal thoughts, Gabriel's own past was
starting to pop up in his head as well. And that was something that he
definitely didn't want to relive. He had his scars, just like the girl, but his
were more. Not that it was a contest. But he just couldn't, for the life of
him, understand why someone would want to do that to a child.

But then again, nobody ever said life was fair. And if they did, they were
lying through their fucking teeth. He thought darkly, hoping the girl would
hurry up and get to his room so he could talk to her, so he could take his mind
off his own past. He was also trying to figure out what to do if the girl was
upset. Gabriel always knew that he wasn't much for words.

At about that time, there was a light knock at his door. "Yeah," Gabriel called
out his usual greeting. Some would call it insensitive, but he never thought of
it that way.

Then he was in for a sight. The fourteen-year-old girl walked in and Gabriel's
jaw almost dropped. She was wearing nothing but a man's button-up shirt, that
had the first four buttons undone. It showed off her amazing (well, amazing for
a fourteen-year-old) legs and just a hint of cleavage from her still growing
breasts.

Before she said anything, Gabriel did a surface scan of her thoughts and found
that the shirt was Rachel's idea. The little minx. I guess she *really* wants
me to keep this beautiful redhead. He thought. And he could see that the girl
was worried, and the thoughts she was giving off were a little strange. She was
both afraid of being beaten and being (because she loved Gabriel) rejected.

Gabriel pushed himself further to the right side of the bed, and patted the
empty spot with a mute invitation, all the while giving her a reassuring smile.
< -~C'mon, Kid, I promise I won't hurt you.'>

Connie looked a little surprised at having a voice in her head. But she made
her way to the bed timidly, hoping on softly. Gabriel watched her carefully. He
could almost smell the nervousness that was radiating off her. Since he didn't
know how to Manipulate Thoughts yet, the black haired boy didn't have a clue as
to how to calm her down. 

I have to figure out a way to make her trust me. He thought. Then a idea came
to him. He reached out and took her hand, she flinch a little, only a little.
Then he looked into her dark green eyes as he concentrated on their link. 

Gabriel found it hard to believe, but safety *was* an emotion. And emotions
were the one thing he knew that he could control without much trouble. And he
saw all the colors and zeroed in on the light blue and made it even brighter.

Gabriel felt the fear fade away from her almost instantly. But that was only
part of the plan for her trust. When he spoke, it was in the same calm and
reassuring voice. "Are you still scared?"

"Nay, I no longer be scared of ye," She replied, her Irish brogue was thick and
held a hint of a smile behind it, even though it didn't show on her face. "What
did ye do to me?" 

"Nothing much. Just something I learned not to long ago," He paused. Gabriel
found her accent very sexy, almost exotic. "But I would like to do something
else for you." He added with a coy smile.

"But you have to take off your shirt first," Gabriel watched as a look of worry
passed over her eyes. "So I can give you a massage. It will help you relax."
And trust me more. His thoughts added. Gabriel then read her thoughts and knew
why she was wary.

"You don't have to wary about the scars on your back, Connie. Believe me, I've
seen much worse." Gabriel's voice sounded haunted and his face didn't look much
better. God, how he hated reliving his past.

The redhead downcast her eyes as she started to take off the shirt she was
wearing. "I'm gonna go get some baby oil out of the bathroom." He stated, just
in case the girl was modest. 

As Gabriel made his way to the bathroom, he was thinking of one word: Changes.
And the changes he was thinking of had nothing to do with mental powers. They
had to do with his personality. Gabriel knew that his personality had changed
drastically (at least to him) in the last eight days. And he would be lying if
he said that it didn't worry him a little.

Take the beautiful redhead that was laying in his bed at the moment. Nine days
ago, he wouldn't have felt one shred of remorse for the girl. He would have
thought that that was just how life went. Some people got dealt a good hand in
life, others (like the girl) got dealt a shitty one. But it was up to the
person to deal with what they got. Help was far and few between and he never
relied on it and hardly *ever* gave it.

Gabriel wondered what had happened so much in the last eight days that had
changed his way of thinking so much. Surely being around Rachel, Dawna and
Holly wasn't changing him that much, or was it? And if so, was it a good thing?
Him dropping his defenses like this? These were the thoughts that were running
through his head as he searched for the baby oil in the bathroom.

                                      *****************


Connie laid completely naked on Gabriel's bed on her stomach. She was vividly
aware of the scars that she knew were showing. They were not large, and they
didn't stand out much, they were pretty light. But they were there nonetheless.

Her thoughts, like Gabriel's, were in a whirlwind of motion. She couldn't
believe how much she cared for this boy named Gabriel. She . . . She loved him.
How can I love him? We've barely spoken to each other. Her thoughts asked. 

But she had to admit, everyone in the Wilson household was being very nice to
her. It was nothing like at her home. My home?!?! Her eyes darted to the clock
that was on Gabriel's night stand. She was *very* late. My Dad's gonna kill me!
Her thoughts screamed. And the muscles in her body seemed to tense in the
anticipation of the beating that she was going to receive.

Maybe Gabriel will protect me. I know he had to use some kind of magic to make
me love him. She thought. Before this day, Connie didn't believe in things like
magic, but she knew that it had to be magic for her to feel the way she did
about Gabriel. 

And if Gabriel doesn't protect me, there's no telling how bad the whipping I'll
get this time will be. She thought with a sense of dread

"Your  -~Dad' ain't gonna do shit to you. And if he tries, it'll be the last
fuckin' thing he does." Gabriel said with a no nonsense voice as he walked back
into the room, baby oil in hand. It was only then that he realized that he was
still stark naked, but he was surprised that he really didn't much care. 

Gabriel's eyes were glacial when he said those words and Connie had no problem
believing he meant every word. "Ye can read my thoughts?"

Gabriel gave her a self-deprecating shrug. "Yeah, but it's not that big of a
deal . . . I'll stop if you want me to." He replied as he moved closer to the
bed.

He already knows everything about me anyway, from what Dawna said downstairs.
She thought. "No, I don't mind. But if I ask ye to stop later, would ya?"

Gabriel gave her a half-cocked smile. "You got it." He replied, lifting the
baby oil invitingly. "You ready to relax? You look like you're wound so tight
that you might snap in two.

She gave him a girlish and sweet smile and nodded. Then laid her head on the
pillow, trying to relax. Gabriel. Ye have to admit, it has a ring to it. Was
her last thought as she turned herself over to his capable hands.

Gabriel's plan was for a slow massage and then an even a slower lovemaking
session, to show the girl that there were still people in the world that could
be gentle, unlike her father. But the girl was in a deep sleep not even two
minutes into the massage.

                                        ************************


TBC...

Author's Note: I know there was not a lot of action or sex in this chapter. I'm
saving that for chapter five, when I'll introduce SOMA. (School of Mental
Acuity) So, until then, please send all your comments to JesseDraven@aol.com

 

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