Bedlam. Derek Landy

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СКАЧАТЬ …” Never said, squinting. He clicked his fingers. “Mortal girl from Mevolent’s dimension! Got it! Yes, and how was her boyfriend?”

      “Large,” said Omen, “and I’m pretty sure he wanted to fight me.”

      “Well, he did just meet you, so I can understand the impulse.”

      “Oh, cheers for that.”

      Never grinned. “Did you puff out your chest and square up to him?”

      “No,” Omen said, frowning. “Was I supposed to?”

      “Not really. Good boy, Omen. I’m proud of you.”

      “I’m not sure what for, but OK.”

      A Fifth Year girl whose name Omen didn’t know walked by. She smiled at Never. Never winked back.

      Omen frowned. “Is that something I should be aware of?”

      “We’re just friends,” Never said casually.

      “That was a flirty look she gave you.”

      “How would you know?”

      “I’ve seen them in movies,” Omen replied, a little defensively.

      “You are surprisingly well versed in romantic comedies,” said Never. “But we’re just friends, really. It might lead to something more, or it might not. Whatever.”

      Omen sagged. “You’re so lucky.”

      “I know,” said Never. “But remind me – how, exactly?”

      “You’re bisexual. I wish I was bisexual.”

      Never laughed. “Feeling cheated, are we?”

      “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s like I’m cutting off half my potential love interests without even thinking about it. If I liked boys as much as I liked girls, I’d at least have the chance to … to … Well, to be turned down by more people. But that’s not the point.”

      “I wouldn’t worry about it, Omen. Most sorcerers eventually turn bi because they grow tired of viewing relationships from a traditional, mortal perspective. They gradually allow themselves to be free – the key word being gradually. It just takes a little time.”

      “But what if I’m not bi?” Omen asked, keeping his voice low. “What if I’m one of those sorcerers who’s, like, straight or gay their entire lives?”

      Never patted his shoulder. “It won’t be so bad. I’ll still invite you to parties.”

      “You promise?”

      “Omen, I’m going to be having so many parties you won’t know what to do with yourself, and I want you there, standing in the background, maybe handing out canapés. The dream.”

      “The dream,” Omen said, and they tapped their bottles together just as the bell rang.

      “Aw, crap,” Omen muttered.

      “You just remembered what class we have now, didn’t you?”

      Omen grumbled in reply, and got up and trudged after Never. They made it to their seats just as Miss Wicked walked in.

      Omen liked Miss Wicked. She was scary, but in a good way. Or at least a mostly good way. But this latest module was not proving to be a strong point for him.

      The class went quiet before the door had even closed behind her. She went to her desk, turned on her heels and watched them.

      Madcap Fenton, a self-proclaimed class clown, stood, a confused expression on his face, and walked to the front of the class and started to write on the board. Omen glanced at Never, then at Auger. They both looked as mystified as Omen felt.

      Madcap wrote TELEPATHY and then returned to his seat.

      Omen, and everyone else, stared at him. After a moment, Madcap blinked and said, “Whoa.”

      Miss Wicked flicked her wrist, and her telescopic pointer shot out to full length. The tip, covered with a tiny rubber ball, quivered mere centimetres from Diana Whist’s eye. Miss Wicked swept her arm back, and tapped the board.

      “Telepathy,” she said. “The transmission of information from one person to another via psychic link. This can take the form of images or words or simple feelings – or all three at the same time. Entire conversations can be held and distance is no obstacle. Minds can be read. Secrets can be unlocked. Control can be taken.”

      She whipped the pointer away from the board, and levelled it at Madcap. “Why did you write this word?”

      “I … I don’t know,” he answered.

      “You wrote it because I told you to,” Miss Wicked said. “I entered your mind and I gave you an instruction.”

      October Klein’s hand went up, somewhat tentatively. “Excuse me, miss? Isn’t that, like, not allowed?”

      Miss Wicked looked at her.

      October swallowed, but managed to continue. “Aren’t you supposed to, kind of, ask a student’s permission? Before you enter their mind?”

      “You gave me your permission when we began this module,” Miss Wicked said, “or at least your guardians did. Did none of you read the form you took home for them to sign? No one? You disappoint me, class. I thought you were strong, independent individuals. It appears I was mistaken.”

      October frowned. “My parents had no right to give permission for something like that.”

      “Indeed, they didn’t,” said Miss Wicked. “But they did it anyway, didn’t they? Because until you grow up, take responsibility for yourselves and everything that comes with it – including, but not limited to, reading the small print – then other people are going to continue to make your decisions for you. In this case, they granted me permission to enter your minds for the purposes of this module. Which means I can read your thoughts from the moment you step into this room, and I can do so without warning. So, and I mean this quite sincerely, clean up your thoughts, everyone.”

      A blush wave passed over the class, and hit Omen particularly hard. Even Auger took to just staring at his desk.

      “We’ll touch on other aspects that a fully rounded Sensitive would need in later modules,” Miss Wicked continued. “You’ll be given the chance to try out telekinesis, pyrokinesis and astral projection. But telepathy is where we begin because telepathy is where the real power lies. Apart from communication, apart from reading somebody’s thoughts and controlling their minds, you can alter an enemy’s memory, take possession of their body, and change their very personality.” She smiled. “What’s throwing a little ball of energy compared to something like that?” She whacked the pointer against her desk. “Pair up. This next hour is going to be interesting.”

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