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The school courtyard buzzes with lunchtime chatter, but Roxanaâs voice cuts through, sharp and furious.
She waves a crumpled letter at Melanie Crenshaw, her eyes blazing. âCrenshaw, what the hell is this?â Roxana demands. âWhatâs wrong, sweetie?â Melanie asks, her tone soothing.
âHow can I help?â âA stupid letter from one of those boys in weapons training,â Roxana says.
âDid you give him my address?â âNo, never,â Melanie says, shaking her head.
âHe mustâve peeked at my notebook when I wasnât looking.â âBullshit,â Roxana snaps.
âI know your matchmaking game.
Stop it.
Tell that prick if he looks at me again, Iâll hurt him.â âIs it inappropriate?â Melanie asks.
âCan I see it?â Roxana thrusts the letter at her.
Melanie scans it, her expression softening.
âThis is sweet, Roxana.
He says youâre a nice girl, heâd like to know you someday, and youâre unbelievably beautiful.
You *are* beautiful, in ways thatâll draw many letters like this.
Keep it in a keepsake box with the others youâll get.
Iâll tell the boys youâre not interested and to leave you alone.
Please, donât hurt themâtheyâre good kids.â Outside, under a gray May sky, Roxana and Eileen linger by the courtyardâs oak tree, the air cool with the weight of spring 2025. âYou shouldnât talk to Melanie like that,â Eileen says.
âSheâs, like, 95.â âSheâs 63,â Roxana corrects, rolling her eyes.
âI heard her say it.â âStill old as hell,â Eileen says.
âShe might keel over if youâre too mean.â âI wasnât mean, just firm,â Roxana says.
âThey had no right bringing boys to our class.
It should be just us.â âHelana got a flower, you got a letter, and I got nothing,â Eileen says, pouting.
âAm I ugly?â âYouâre gorgeous,â Roxana says.
âWe all are.
This boy nonsense is just starting.
I hate it.â âI like boys around,â Eileen says.
âWe have them at school.
More boys, better choices when we date.
Donât be scared.â âNot scared,â Roxana says.
âFrustrated.
Iâm tired of blocking their thoughts.
Itâs all one-track.â Eileen laughs.
âOne day, you and a boy will share that track, honey.â âGod, if that happens, shoot me,â Roxana says. âIâll be thrilled for you,â Eileen says.
âAnd youâll spill every detail.â Ella jogs up, backpack bouncing.
âReady, guys? Rifle training today.
Should be fun.â âYouâve got Thumper,â Roxana teases.
âLeave Bambi alone.â --- ### Confrontation Commander Beakerâs office is sterile, its air thick with tension.
The girlsâElla, Helana, Eileen, Roxanaâsit in a tight row, their faces set.
Beaker paces, his voice low. âThank you for coming,â he says.
âThis is the worst partâsharing data with other departments.
Weâll share as little as possible.
Air Force officers are visiting.
They know almost nothing about you, nothing about Helana.
Be smart, high-achieving high school girls, excelling in our program.
Donât reveal more.â The door opens, admitting three officers in crisp uniforms.
Beaker forces a smile.
âGood morning, girls.
Meet Captain John Davis, First Lieutenant Walter Miller, and First Lieutenant Margaret Wilson.
Theyâve heard of your success and want to ask questions.
Itâs informalâyou donât have to answer anything uncomfortable.â Ellaâs thoughts hum telepathically.
*Play dumb like good little girls, or handle these fools?* Helana responds, *Iâve read them.
Beaker doesnât know who they are.
Expose them.* *No dumb act,* Eileen thinks.
*Thatâd be dumb.* Captain Davis steps forward, his smile practiced.
âWeâre thrilled to meet you.
Your success in Ohioâfinding those abducted kidsâyour high school grades, and this Navy program impress us.
The Air Force wants bright youngsters like you for future careers.
May we ask questions?â âCommander, can we speak freely?â Ella asks.
âThereâs more here than interest in our success, and you know only a fraction.â âItâs informal,â Beaker says cautiously.
âBut be polite.â Helana fixes Davis with a stare.
âWhatâs the Air Force National Air and Space Intelligence Center, and whyâs an intelligence service interested in four high school girls?â Davis blinks.
âIt handles threat assessmentâcyberattacks, satellite threats.
We see you as potential Air Force assets post-college.
This is recruitment.
The Navy wants you, but so do we.â âThatâs not true, is it?â Eileen says.
âYou followed us in the woods last weekend.
Beakerâs agents were there, so he knows.
This isnât recruitmentâitâs a threat assessment.
You think weâre a national security risk.â âAbsolutely not,â Davis says, flustered.
âThe profileâs a formality.â âBullshit,â Ella says.
âBefore you came, you thought, âThose arrogant little bitches need a lesson.â How were you planning to teach us?â âThatâs absurd,â Davis says, red-faced.
âIâm shocked youâd think that.â âThink?â Roxana says.
âRight now, Millerâs fantasizing about teaching us a lessonâbeating and raping us.
Heâs thrilled about the rape part.â âThis is out of control,â Davis says.
âMeetingâs over.â âNot until we say,â Eileen says.
âTry to leaveâyou canât move.
You knew weâre psychic, so donât act surprised.â âWeâll wrap up soon,â Roxana says.
âHow does Wilson feel about your rape-as-a-weapon thoughts? Oh, she knows.
With no respect, sir, weâre not the threatâyou are.
Note that in your profile.â Helana adds, âDonât spy on us.
It wonât work, and youâll get hurt.
Our angelic protectors in the woods proved that.
Abduction attempts will fail.â âWe respect the Air Force,â Ella says, âbut your rogue group is dangerous.
Keep harassing us, and weâll tell the Navy everything.
Youâll be firedâor worse.
Leave, and donât come back.â The officers flee, visibly shaken.
Margaret Wilson glances back at Roxana, her eyes haunted, as if seeing a ghost. âWhat just happened?â Melanie asks, stunned. Beaker slumps, head in hands.
âOur girls declared war on the Air Force.
We know theyâre empaths, but freezing people? Thatâs new.
Thisâll terrify the military, especially rogue groups we just exposed.
Girls, do you realize what youâve done?â âSir,â Roxana says, âforget us.
We must save that girl.â âWho?â Beaker asks. âMargaret Wilson,â Roxana says, tearing up.
âHer memories are jumbled, boxed up.
Some hold abuse starting at 14âour ageâin a fake ROTC program.
Sheâs stuck there, a mindless robot.
I dumped those boxes.
Sheâll remember everything, and theyâll kill her if they know.
They planned the same for us.
We canât let her die.
There are others like her.â âSheâs a casualty in this war you started,â Beaker says.
âIâm focused on saving you.â âI agree with Roxana,â Melanie says.
âI can deprogram her, save her mind and body.
Beaker, youâre a soldierâman up.
Your agents are trained.
Letâs act before they leave.â Eileen raises a hand.
âOne more thing.
Those Ohio kids? Davis thought âour operation in Ohio.â Theyâre behind it.
Theyâre not Air Forceâtheyâre evil, using it as a cover.â âYouâre right,â Beaker says.
âMelanie, take the girls.
Iâll join the agents in the van.â In a hotel room, Margaret lies unresponsive, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
A nurse prepares a syringe.
Suddenly, Margaret blinks rapidly, sits up, and moves toward the door.
The nurse stumbles, falling.
An agent guides Margaret to a van.
Davis and Miller watch, frozen in terror.
As Margaret passes, she stops.
âForget today.
Your lives depend on it.
Margaretâs one of us now.
Forget her.â --- ### Too Much, Too Soon Judy Danversâ living room is warm, but her voice is sharp.
âThanks for coming, Melanie.
Helanaâs been crying in bed since she got home.
What did you do to my daughter?â âAn incident at the hotel,â Melanie says.
âA man was beating a woman.
Helana, brave as she is, intervened, thinking the woman was in mortal danger.â âWas she hurt?â Judy asks, furious. âAn agent stopped it before physical harm,â Melanie says.
âBut emotionally, sheâs wounded.
Sheâs strong but still a child, unexposed to such violence.
Iâll adjust her memories to feel like a movie she shouldnât have seen, easing processing and reducing PTSD risk.â âThis is her second time risking her life,â Judy says.
âTell her dying wonât help anyone.
Is the man in custody?â âHe is, but theyâre Air Force,â Melanie says.
âThe militaryâs handling it.â âConvenient,â Judy says, scowling.
âIâm investigating.
There better be a trail.â In Helanaâs room, fairy lights cast a soft glow.
Ella, Eileen, and Roxana sit close, their presence a shield.
Helana clutches a pillow, eyes red. âCan the girls leave so we can talk privately?â Melanie asks. âNo,â Helana says, voice trembling.
âI need them.
Theyâre part of me.â âThey can stay,â Melanie says.
âHelana, whatâs hurting you? Share with us.â âThere was a nurse with a needle,â Helana says, tears falling.
âI thought theyâd kill her.
I couldnât just blend with her motor functions to walk her outâI blended fully.
I saw everything, felt it all.
The beatings, the rapes, the slavery.
They beat her, they beat me.
They raped her, they raped me.
It all happened to me.â âOh, Helana,â Melanie says, voice breaking.
âI love you.
Promise youâll never do this again.
Youâre not Supergirlâbullets donât bounce off you.
Youâve suffered a psychological assault that could scar you forever.
Iâll try to reverse it, but some pain may linger.
You should be dreaming of love, not grappling with this.â âUs too,â Ella says. âWhat?â Melanie asks, horrified. âWe didnât want Helana alone,â Ella says.
âWeâre sisters.
We blended with her, saw it all, felt it all.
Weâre one.
She wonât face this alone.â Melanie pales.
âYouâve sacrificed your innocenceâpriceless beyond measure.
Iâm sick.
This is too much, too soon.
Weâll include Margaret and process as a group.â --- ### Panic Attack In Beakerâs office, the air is heavy with dread.
He slumps, hands shaking, as Melanie sits across, her tablet dark. âI need your help, professionally,â Beaker says.
âI canât focus, canât eat, canât sleep.
Small sounds scare me.
The girls are running my command.
Iâm losing it.â âPanic attacks,â Melanie says.
âNot a disorderâyour fearâs justified.
Weâve provoked a rogue group, autonomous and misogynistic, viewing women as animals to exploit and discard.
Their psychopathy is extreme.â âWhy bring Wilson?â Beaker asks. âTo make the girls comfortable,â Melanie says. âHow do these groups exist?â Beaker shouts.
âWhereâs Command?â âSince Vietnam, autonomous units operate outside chains of command,â Melanie says.
âPolice have them too.
Theyâre effective, and Commandâs ignorance offers deniability.
Psychopaths are drawn to these roles, corrupting units over time.â âAre we in danger?â Beaker asks. âYes,â Melanie says.
âIf it was just us, weâd be dead.
Exposure in a crowd forces their caution.
The girls are safest.â âBecause of weapons training?â Beaker asks.
âShould they carry guns?â âNot guns,â Melanie says.
âThey *are* weapons.
They froze musclesâimagine stopping a heart or bursting a vessel.
As a collective, theyâd kill instinctively if threatened.â âWho knows?â Beaker asks. âJust us,â Melanie says.
âIf Command learns, theyâll want them euthanized, like Margaret.
I canât bear that.â âTheyâd kill me for thinking it?â Beaker asks. âRegretfully, yes,â Melanie says.
âItâd be instinctive.
But with training, theyâll keep their powers safe, like a holstered gun.â âInclude it in weapons training?â Beaker asks.
âPractice on mice?â âWe must teach control,â Melanie says.
âNo rabbitsâRoxana loves them, and Ella and Eileen eat them.
Thatâd spark conflict in their collective.â --- Ellaâs bedroom is a sanctuary, the world muted beyond its walls on this May 29, 2025, evening at 11:38 AM MST.
Helanaâs breathing steadies nearby as Ella opens her diary, her heart raw.
Dear Diary, I thought losing friends changed me, but not like this.
I blended with Helana, who blended with Margaret, who was beaten and raped repeatedly.
I saw it, felt it.
Her memories are mine.
It happened to me.
But Iâm okay. Melanie says we could box those memories.
I wonât.
Theyâre us now, and weâll face them together. Blending with my girls and Margaret was horrible and wonderful.
Iâm not just Ellaâweâre one, five bodies, one soul.
Exciting, scary, awful, beautiful.
Thanks, Helana, for ruining and remaking my life. Helanaâs struggling, but weâll lift her.
Beakerâs freaking out, thinks theyâll kill us, him too.
Let them try.
Weâre not arrogantâweâre confident, backed by invisible allies.
They might kill us, but theyâll destroy themselves. Seeing Helanaâs mom at night school tonight.
Sheâll help.
Iâve never loved my girls more. Goodnight, Diary.
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