After finishing his psychic lesson with Edgar, it was time for lunch. Natasha cooked another delicious meal. Finished with lunch, the redhead gave him an hour’s rest.
Suddenly, she didn’t seem so heartless anymore. However, Luke had nothing to do in the apartment. He had no internet and he had already finished the Dracula book he bought earlier.
“Hey… I’m bored. Do you have any interesting books I can borrow?” asked Luke, looking at Natasha, who was sitting on a sofa with her legs crossed reading a book.
Since it was summer Natasha was wearing short shorts that exposed her long white legs that were very well-proportioned. Her thighs were strong, and she had trained calves.
Luke was struggling to keep his vision fixed on Natasha’s face. There was a lot to see, but he didn’t want to come off like a teenager who couldn’t control his hormones.
“The books I have won’t appeal to you. Go do something else,” Natasha said without looking up from her book.
‘Tsch that nasty,’ thought Luke, turning and walking towards the exit of the house. He had money left over. He could buy some books or something in the stores in Jericho.
“Where are you going Luke?” asked Natasha, looking up from the book for the first time. “To walk around,” Luke said vaguely without turning around.
“You can’t. Come back here,” said Natasha in a serious tone. However, Luke waved his hand dismissively without looking back. She wasn’t his mother, and he had freedom.
From one second to the next Luke felt himself being pulled back with great force. Natasha had grabbed him by his shirt, grabbed his wrist, and bent it. With great force, the redhead pulled Luke onto the couch she was on before.
“Ouch, Ouch! It hurts!” growled Luke as his arm was bent and he lay sprawled on the couch.
“You must obey what I say, Luke. I don’t ask for much,” said Natasha, putting more force so Luke couldn’t escape.
“Am I going to be locked up all summer in this house?” asked Luke, trying to wriggle out of Natasha’s grip, but it was useless. The redhead had monstrous strength.
How could she have so much strength in those delicate arms? Although they were defined, they didn’t look like much.
“Going alone is dangerous. I can’t protect you if someone attacks you,” Natasha said in a serious tone bringing her face close to Luke’s.
“You didn’t seem to mind when I wandered the inhospitable streets of Boston alone,” Luke commented.
“That was different. I was to act the same way with all the other children. Now the enemies of the Poe family might try to do something if they already know your whereabouts,” said Natasha in a softer tone, letting go of Luke’s wrist.
“I understand…” said Luke, rubbing his wrist.
“In a little while we will start with the training… After that, I will accompany you to the center to shop. For now, you can read this book,” said Natasha, grabbing the book she dropped earlier and passing it to Luke.
Luke took the book and read the title.
‘101 Macabre Uses for Household Utensils: From the Shovel to the Butter Knife… Is this what she likes to read?’ thought Luke, reading the title of the book that Natasha was reading earlier with great concentration.
“Okay, thanks… I’ll read it,” said Luke, and Natasha let him off the hook.
He read the strange book for a while until it was time for Luke’s physical training. As expected, they would do it in the house. According to Natasha, it was dangerous to go to a gym or something.
They used the empty living room for training. For two hours, he was beaten to a pulp by Natasha. She started teaching him a martial art called Kyokushinkai. When Luke heard this strange and difficult name, he had no idea what it was all about.
Kyokushinkai is a style of Karate that surpasses traditional Karate in violence and effectiveness. It uses attacks that are not allowed in traditional Karate and is based on
finishing the fight quickly and accurately.
Natasha was a sadist. She beat him to a pulp, and the rest she gave him was minimal. It was summer, and it was very hot. Luke ended up all sweaty and with no energy at all.
Luke was tempted several times to use his powers to get back at Natasha. Try to push her or something, but seeing the redhead’s arrogant face that said, “Come on, use your powers if you’re so weak,” He decided not to use them and endure the training.
“We’re done for the day. Go take a bath, you stink. Tomorrow we’ll continue,” said Natasha, who was only a little sweaty.
“Tomorrow? I thought the muscles were supposed to rest to recover,” said Luke with his tongue hanging out.
“That’s for normies,” said Natasha with disdain, “Outcasts have stronger bodies than normies,” she added as she left the room.
The days passed. Luke’s psychic and physical training routine continued without interruption.
As for the psychic training he enjoyed it. He saw rapid progress and did not find it difficult, but the physical training was torture. Natasha didn’t hold back and left him all sore. Besides, it was impossible to beat her in a duel no matter how much practice.
His routine ended at about four o’clock in the afternoon, so he had a lot of free time. Since he didn’t have much to do, he tried his luck and asked Natasha to hire an internet service. To his surprise, she agreed, and within two days they had the best internet possible.
Seeing how easy it was to get internet he decided to be more daring and asked Natasha to buy him a laptop.
The next day the latest MacBook arrived at his home! As far as Luke knew it was worth about $2,000, and Natasha bought it for him without batting an eye.
It seemed she wasn’t so heartless after all, and yes, she was the Poe family housekeeper. Although she may have complied with his whims to keep him from leaving the house.
He then asked her for the latest iPhone, and Natasha nodded without giving it much thought. The next day his state-of-the-art cell phone arrived. From one day to the next, he went from being a poor orphan to a spoiled child.
So, he decided to put more effort into training with Natasha. If they give you kindness you give kindness. This way, he can keep asking Natasha for things.
He didn’t know where she got the money from, but it must have been hers since he previously looked at his parents’ inheritance, and all he had was the old house. There wasn’t a single
dollar.
As far as psychic lessons Luke learned about Focus. The other main element that interacts with the Aura.
It refers to the specific focal point on an individual’s body through which he channels and concentrates his psychic energy to perform actions such as telekinesis in Luke’s case. According to Edgar’s explanation when you use psychic abilities you concentrate energy in the chosen Focus. There is usually a natural Focus, but there is flexibility.
In Luke’s case to use his telekinesis powers he uses his eyes as a focus, but another focus can be his hands. As when he performs the psychic strike.
Luke when knowing his natural Focus tried to link it with his Aura. Through this, he managed to have a more effective and precise control than before by doing it consciously. From what Edgar said in the future it will not be mandatory for him to see objects to move them, so his focus will be able to change. Some psychics can lift objects that are not in their field of vision, but they know they are there, but it requires more practice.
‘It’s time to write Carrie,’ Luke thought with a greedy grin. His journey as a writer with ideas of a parallel reality would begin now that he owned a MacBook where he could write without
any problems.
He should just ask his great-great-grandfather about some useful memory-making skills so he could have accurate recollections of his past life.
He will not tell you that he is a reincarnated person. He will just tell Edar that he has a photographic memory and wants to recall more accurately memories from many years ago like when he was a five-year-old boy.
When in fact what he will be doing is trying to accurately recall when he read Carrie many years ago. More than fourteen years.
His photographic memory is not infallible. If you read a book, you can go a month or more, and you will remember the contents of the book perfectly. However, it is not the same with memories from ten years ago or from his other life.
He has no memory of when he was a baby. The faces of his parents in his memories are a blur.
‘I hope he has a method,’ Luke thought, looking at the necklace and gently shaking it to get the ghost to come out. If he didn’t get it, he would have to write Carrie with his current knowledge of the plot and his writing skills that are not on par with the master Stephen King.
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