your anti-american dream

your anti-american dream

I'm not even legal, I'm just a dead little girl ...

I can't believe it. I'm in Geneva. Fuck, I'm in Europe. I'm not in the FSA anymore. And fuck if I'll ever go back. It's so colorful here. And free. And ... there's this energy I can't describe.

Anyway, we took a supersonic jet in the middle of the night, because of Corden's brilliant idea to "kidnap" Margaux's dad, who turns out to be an Aeon spy. Yeah.

So, "they" flew us to Geneva, and we're in this gorgeous hotel, and we have a meeting with Max Mercer in the morning. Margaux and I are about to hit a club. More later!

Two major things: the shorter is: met a a brilliant young and attractive doctor at the club. Dr. Richard Primerus. He's staying at the hotel. More on him in a second.

The larger piece: we've been offered jobs for Aeon, working as spies. Max also mentioned, sort of off-hand, that we could sign up for the Prometheus chambers, and become Psions. I told him I'd be willing to sign up right away. Fuck that, I have nothing to lose. No family, no ties to anyone.

He let us loose, though. We're to "think it over". I don't get it. What's to think over? Margaux acts like cheerleading might be more important, and when she started going on about not being on the cheerleading squad, Corden said, "No offense, but some of us actually stand something to lose."

Fuck him. I mean, he's right. But I'm right, too. This is important.

Okay, now about Primerus. We were talking to Mercer, and he mentioned Primerus, and Margaux and I looked at each other, and she mentioned we'd met him at the club, and for some reason brought up that he's eighteen. (True, it's suspicious: he has offices in England and Germany, and he vacations in Geneva ... )

Mercer said, and I quote: "Well, if he says, he's eighteen, then he's eighteen."

So, yeah ... and we're about to take a tour of the Aeon facilities, even though I know, know, know that I want to sign up. I want to work for Aeon, and I want to go through the chamber. Why are we wasting so much time?!

Oh my God. Too many things all at once. Ummm ... me first. Our guide, Pete Summers, started going on about the different types of Psions. I didn't even hear all of them. As soon as he said Telepath, I knew that was what I wanted. I didn't need to know about the others.

He then told us that Maxwell Mercer and Richard Primerus, among others, were these super-special humans, and kind of the precursors to novas, and had been around for a really long time. So they're both over three hundred years old.

And, Primerus built the Prometheus chambers.

We hung out in the cafeteria for a bit. I sat at the Telepath table. It was kind of intimidating, but it didn't matter. I knew that was what I wanted to do.

I'm signed up, I'm going through the Chamber tomorrow. It'll be an all-day process, and then I'll be a Telepath. Then we have training for a couple months.

After much testing: We were this weird test-project for Aeon. They hooked us all up and had us go through the Chambers together. We're stronger than most people. We also have extra powers. I've got a Clairsentient power. So does Margaux. Corden can shapeshift.

Training's okay so far. Tough.

Training has been mind-draining. For me, especially. I don't know much details about the others' training -- Margaux's a VK, vitakinetic, a healer, and she does some kind of medicine training on top of that. Corden's an EK, electrokinetic, something about melding with machines or something weird.

TP training is mind-draining. Plus, I get to learn some psych, which is fun. Not only can I figure out what someone's thinking, I can psychoanalyze them, too. Too bad I didn't have this when I was living with my family!

Tomorrow's a free-day, though, so I'm staying up a little bit later than normal - long enough to write this.

I saw Richard Primerus in a coffee-book-shop today when I was wandering around Geneva. So I went in and got some coffee. He saw me, and invited me to sit with him, and we chatted for a bit.

This is fuckin' weird, by the way. I was never ever interested in anyone back home like this. I was attracted to one or two people once or twice, but not like this. I wonder if it has something to do with my dad leaving. I've definitely relaxed more since he's been in jail.

Anyway, he asked me to go to the club with him tonight. I'm getting ready right now.

Big news. Our driving training has been shortened to a week, after which we're going to the FSA for big spy stuff. Richard's coming with, to help us out.

He ran the driving training today. That wasn't nearly as draining as the TP training.

Last night was amazing. We were only at the club for a little while, then we went to his hotel (which was lush), and had a good time. Six good times, to be precise.

Anyway. I'm not looking forward to going back to the FSA. I'd wanted to live here. Oh, well. Like I said, this is important. I can come back someday.

So. Here I am at Margaux's house, because Dee's dad is still in the hospital, and Dee is still off somewhere. I'd thought I'd stay at their house, regardless, but when I walked in, and before I'd turned on any lights, I just knew something was up.

Suddenly, the lights turned on, and there was my dear old dad, holding a gun, and screaming at me that I'd ruined his, and what a bitch I am, and how he was gonna kill me.

Immediately, I let my friends know he was there, and then I turned my attention to the fucking bastard. I tried checking his mind out, but recoiled at his thoughts of what he was going to do to me before killing me. And there was nothing else there I could safely amplify.

So it became a game of try not to get killed before the police arrive.

I grabbed a heavy pot and a kitchen knife, and dodged his bullets best I could while trying to knock him out. Much as I fucking hate the bastard . . . I couldn't bring myself to kill him. In the end, I dropped the pan, set the knife against my arm, blade out and pulled some fancy martial arts moves on him, and cut quite a gash in his leg. He'll probably need stitches, but . . . he'll live and walk again.

I grabbed the gun, too, and was holding it when the police and Margaux walked in. They of course had a problem with me holding the gun, but we set them straight and they took my dad off.

I don't think I've seen the last of the bastard.

This was a couple days ago. The last couple days I was pretty much a pile of jelly. Not very dignified.

I've been at Margaux's ever since. Here's the problem: Anton. He still likes me. I don't know what to do. We talked a bit. I told him about Richard (sort of). I told him I was seeing someone in Switzerland, but of course I couldn't tell him he'd come back with us, so he thinks it's this long-distance thing. He's talked about hanging out "as friends", and it's cool. I'm wary, in case he tries to make a move or something, but it's okay for now.


				Kelly *your anti-american dream*



	Kelly \| Family \| your anti-american dream


		I'm not even legal, I'm just a dead little girl ...



		I can't believe it. I'm in Geneva. Fuck, I'm in Europe. I'm not in the FSA anymore. And fuck if I'll ever go back. It's so colorful here. And free. And ... there's this energy I can't describe. Anyway, we took a supersonic jet in the middle of the night, because of Corden's brilliant idea to "kidnap" Margaux's dad, who turns out to be an Aeon spy. Yeah. So, "they" flew us to Geneva, and we're in this gorgeous hotel, and we have a meeting with Max Mercer in the morning. Margaux and I are about to hit a club. More later! Two major things: the shorter is: met a a brilliant young and attractive doctor at the club. Dr. Richard Primerus. He's staying at the hotel. More on him in a second. The larger piece: we've been offered jobs for Aeon, working as spies. Max also mentioned, sort of off-hand, that we could sign up for the Prometheus chambers, and become Psions. I told him I'd be willing to sign up right away. Fuck that, I have nothing to lose. No family, no ties to anyone. He let us loose, though. We're to "think it over". I don't get it. What's to think over? Margaux acts like cheerleading might be more important, and when she started going on about not being on the cheerleading squad, Corden said, "No offense, but some of us actually stand something to lose." Fuck him. I mean, he's right. But I'm right, too. This is important. Okay, now about Primerus. We were talking to Mercer, and he mentioned Primerus, and Margaux and I looked at each other, and she mentioned we'd met him at the club, and for some reason brought up that he's eighteen. (True, it's suspicious: he has offices in England and Germany, and he vacations in Geneva ... ) Mercer said, and I quote: "Well, if he says, he's eighteen, then he's eighteen." What the fuck? So, yeah ... and we're about to take a tour of the Aeon facilities, even though I know, know, know that I want to sign up. I want to work for Aeon, and I want to go through the chamber. Why are we wasting so much time?! Oh my God. Too many things all at once. Ummm ... me first. Our guide, Pete Summers, started going on about the different types of Psions. I didn't even hear all of them. As soon as he said Telepath, I knew that was what I wanted. I didn't need to know about the others. He then told us that Maxwell Mercer and Richard Primerus, among others, were these super-special humans, and kind of the precursors to novas, and had been around for a really long time. So they're both over three hundred years old. And, Primerus built the Prometheus chambers. We hung out in the cafeteria for a bit. I sat at the Telepath table. It was kind of intimidating, but it didn't matter. I knew that was what I wanted to do. I'm signed up, I'm going through the Chamber tomorrow. It'll be an all-day process, and then I'll be a Telepath. Then we have training for a couple months. After much testing: We were this weird test-project for Aeon. They hooked us all up and had us go through the Chambers together. We're stronger than most people. We also have extra powers. I've got a Clairsentient power. So does Margaux. Corden can shapeshift. Training's okay so far. Tough. Training has been mind-draining. For me, especially. I don't know much details about the others' training -- Margaux's a VK, vitakinetic, a healer, and she does some kind of medicine training on top of that. Corden's an EK, electrokinetic, something about melding with machines or something weird. TP training is mind-draining. Plus, I get to learn some psych, which is fun. Not only can I figure out what someone's thinking, I can psychoanalyze them, too. Too bad I didn't have this when I was living with my family! Tomorrow's a free-day, though, so I'm staying up a little bit later than normal - long enough to write this. I saw Richard Primerus in a coffee-book-shop today when I was wandering around Geneva. So I went in and got some coffee. He saw me, and invited me to sit with him, and we chatted for a bit. This is fuckin' weird, by the way. I was never ever interested in anyone back home like this. I was attracted to one or two people once or twice, but not like this. I wonder if it has something to do with my dad leaving. I've definitely relaxed more since he's been in jail. Anyway, he asked me to go to the club with him tonight. I'm getting ready right now. Big news. Our driving training has been shortened to a week, after which we're going to the FSA for big spy stuff. Richard's coming with, to help us out. He ran the driving training today. That wasn't nearly as draining as the TP training. Last night was amazing. We were only at the club for a little while, then we went to his hotel (which was lush), and had a good time. Six good times, to be precise. Anyway. I'm not looking forward to going back to the FSA. I'd wanted to live here. Oh, well. Like I said, this is important. I can come back someday. So. Here I am at Margaux's house, because Dee's dad is still in the hospital, and Dee is still off somewhere. I'd thought I'd stay at their house, regardless, but when I walked in, and before I'd turned on any lights, I just knew something was up. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and there was my dear old dad, holding a gun, and screaming at me that I'd ruined his, and what a bitch I am, and how he was gonna kill me. Immediately, I let my friends know he was there, and then I turned my attention to the fucking bastard. I tried checking his mind out, but recoiled at his thoughts of what he was going to do to me before killing me. And there was nothing else there I could safely amplify. So it became a game of try not to get killed before the police arrive. I grabbed a heavy pot and a kitchen knife, and dodged his bullets best I could while trying to knock him out. Much as I fucking hate the bastard . . . I couldn't bring myself to kill him. In the end, I dropped the pan, set the knife against my arm, blade out and pulled some fancy martial arts moves on him, and cut quite a gash in his leg. He'll probably need stitches, but . . . he'll live and walk again. I grabbed the gun, too, and was holding it when the police and Margaux walked in. They of course had a problem with me holding the gun, but we set them straight and they took my dad off. I don't think I've seen the last of the bastard. This was a couple days ago. The last couple days I was pretty much a pile of jelly. Not very dignified. I've been at Margaux's ever since. Here's the problem: Anton. He still likes me. I don't know what to do. We talked a bit. I told him about Richard (sort of). I told him I was seeing someone in Switzerland, but of course I couldn't tell him he'd come back with us, so he thinks it's this long-distance thing. He's talked about hanging out "as friends", and it's cool. I'm wary, in case he tries to make a move or something, but it's okay for now.



		Kelly