Is it as cold as I imagined?.. (Open)

[Laela Robbin]

Laela saw Maku nod, then point to the knife. "What do you make of that?.." He asks. Now that she had looked at the knife closely, it was odd. It didn't look like any knife she had ever seen before. It looked almost like it was a spoon before. How did this guy get his hands on anything sharper then a butter knife from the food tents? Then the realization hit her. It was the only way that he could have gotten something like that. She didn't have a clue what it was or how it worked, but she said, "I think we may have found your power. I dunno what it is but I think we found it."


Who's who: Laela, Maku
Next in the order: Maku
Comments: I HATE writers block. Sorry. I wanted to have some creativity before I posted but I've put this off for WAY too long.

[Maku]

Maku bit his lip after the words from her lips slipped into his mind. Power. Curse? Freak! They all were one in the same when it came to this place. He a flash of memories clash at once. He saw blood. He saw tears. He saw a killer. But what he didn't see was himself. It was as if looking through someone else's eyes. Maku cringed, and shuddered, but not from the cold. Another draft blew into the room. He quickly covered up his pain and stood up. He wandered over to his cot and sat in it, the mat buckling from his weight. It looked as if it would break.

He looked over to Laela, noticing her confusion from the twisted metal. Words began to flow. "I'm sorry for bothering you, Laela... I-I think I just want to go to sleep now..." He voice strained with a distraught tone. But it was hard to tell what it could have been from. Was it the events that took place? His mutation? The past that haunted his every thought? Not even Maku knew, but he definately looked tired, if not stressed.