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  1. Oh wow, you liked it that much? I don't have plans for a sequel. My plan was to write three separate stories, an Omegaverse, a Guideverse and a Cakeverse. Not sure when I'll start/finish the Cakeverse, but the Omegaverse one is finished. If you liked this story I think you'd like that one.
  2. Awwww thanks!! Thank you!!
  3. June, 2085. For all the trouble us victims went through, you’d think we’d get an automatic pass. But no, we still had to do our end-of-year exams. Was it Guide discrimination creeping back after the new Trigon Policy? Maybe. It was hard to say. Things had definitely shifted. Not that long ago Espers were treated like loose canons and, basically, like scum – I still remembered that. Guides were innocent little victims whose spite was pardonable – that had been politically correct. Now Espers
  4. My abusers were dressed now and their breathing was almost back to normal. Then, like it was business as usual, Echo focused on the machine while Jasper pulled me by the arm. I was dragged to another corner, over to a drain and a shower-nozzle that was embedded in the wall. I got a cruel smirk before getting blasted with cold water. I gasped then clenched up while Jasper washed all over my naked body, handling me so he could remove all traces of their DNA. Thirty seconds later the tap squeaked o
  5. May, 2085. “I can’t believe we’re almost finished the year. Just one month until finals and graduation.” I was studying with a group of Guides downstairs. Pretty much everyone had stopped going out on the weekend to prepare for the exams. If you failed you had to repeat the entire year, and if you failed again the government would find some other shittier job to assign you to. Lab rat, maybe. I was still routinely surprised by how many Guides had forgiven my treachery, but now more th
  6. March, 2085. I woke up with my face against Axel’s bicep. I poked my tongue around in my mouth and over my teeth but tasted nothing. Axel was half-awake but noticed I was tense. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” I relaxed. “Bad dream.” I dreamt I’d somehow missed a day’s worth of lectures, including Echo’s. In a panic I’d run down to the headmistress’s office to somehow explain myself, only for the teachers to say I’d been to all my classes. Then I noticed the pasty feeling in my mo
  7. February, 2085. It seemed I’d have to accept this perverted state of limbo and be grateful. The lines between us weren’t blurring. Connecting our psyches regularly and deeply kept us aware of each other’s general thoughts and feelings. Axel had now gotten over his post-guiding regret whenever we made out. The ‘I can’t believe I was temporarily turned on by a guy. It’s so weird I did that.’ Blah. To him, I wasn’t just some guy but his guiding match, so that put me in a different category to
  8. I stood tensed outside the door, weapon in hand. Behind me was another Guide, also armed. After giving the appropriate hand signals I kicked open the door and we rushed in. “Freeze!” I pointed my gun and the crooks raised their hands. I reached for the cuffs at my belt when I heard too late – someone step up from behind me. “Bang.” It was my teacher. Everyone relaxed, simulation over. My shoulders sank. “Where’s your blind spots?” he asked me and I nodded. Forgot to check the corn
  9. I’ve always wanted to be needed. Codependent… Heh. But I’ve never been on the same wavelength with anyone. I loved my friends, I loved the Espers who loved me, but I’ve always wanted to be someone’s best-something. Best friend, or… partner. In a real way that I could feel. Axel was glowing after I guided him that first time in the forest, and so was I – because of what he’d said. For the first time someone truly needed me. What’s more, he was good-looking. I could feel how crucial I’d becom
  10. January, 2085. Cora, my older sister, came down to see my parents over Christmas and New Years. As did I. My parents, Ozzy and Juno, acted like it was my birthday. “There’s our little policeman-in-training! Mwah!” “I think it’s excellent you’re still passing everything, champ! Well done!” Even Cora gave me extra attention. At first I thought it was pity, which was kinda true, but it was more like genuine pride. I had a job. I was a worker. They never thought I’d be the typ
  11. December, 2084. I didn’t like Nyx. I can’t recall ever talking shit about somebody behind their back. Except in situations like with Silas, where I complained about actual shitty things that’d been done to me. Nyx hadn’t done anything to me but I disliked her so much. It’s not like I was the only one. I’d bitched once to Haoyu and twice to Skye about her. I was self-aware enough to try reining it in; I think the real issue was she made me fucking miserable. Nyx was a Guide. A curly-h
  12. November, 2084. It was after midnight and the Halloween party was going off. All the dorms were celebrating, but the real rager was at Beta House. Thanks to college culture my drinking had gotten worse. Tonight I was pacing myself due to complaints from friends that I never made it to the end of parties. I wanted to stay up just to see what all the fuss was about. They never lasted til sunrise because teachers would always shut them down. There was a running theory that we were gonna get mo
  13. October, 2084. Some Espers got pretty inventive when it came to getting their guiding. I was impressed with Haoyu, he didn’t actually need me. A sudden heat wave terrorized the academy for a few days and while we had aircon it wasn’t working nearly well enough. To explain, heat waves or cold snaps were common at any time of the year. In truth we didn’t have seasons anymore. The sun was more deadly than ever, and putting on sunscreen every day before leaving the house had become as nor
  14. That Monday I’d been nauseous all morning, and as it turns out, for good reason. Five of the hundred odd students in Legal class were told to stay back because our reports were unsatisfactory. As everyone else filed out to lunch I traipsed slowly down the steps like a condemned man. I noticed the other four were all Espers, one girl among them, and I recognized Jasper among the boys – I didn’t realize we shared this class. I was probably going to be singled out, the anxiety made my heart race.
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