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Memories of Eric: Worth A Thousand Words Joshua Penn sat down in the restaurant to another day of business without a thought of where things might go. He'd been working for his boss for four years, with nary a promotion and barely a word of thanks; despite tons of hard work, long hours, and putting up with the sheer stupidity his employer put out. Still, he was finally getting ahead -- he suspected his boss was getting ready to promote him, or why start bringing him to business lunches like
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Jason was frustrating them. Aversion therapy didn't work very well when the subject was capable of retreating deep enough into his mind to barely feel the negative stimulus. 'Counseling' sessions did no good when the subject of the counseling was not only quite convinced of his own mind, but capable of arguing every point the counselors brought up and winning. Sleep deprivation barely affected him. And drugs just didn't work on him. All in all, the torturous treatment they wanted to hand
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Ronan listened to the screaming for a while, listening for God only knew what. Grunting, he glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes. Long enough. Standing up, he walked back out into the corridor. Banging on a door, he silenced the screaming before walking on to the door next to it. "Hello," he said grimly as he walked in. "Ready to talk?" "You bastard! The council will have your head!" the man snarled. "I see, so I should call my associate in?" Ronan asked. The man's eyes wide
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Jason's eyes shot wide open in shock. No! It was impossible! He'd been so careful! He closed his eyes and bowed his head for a moment in anger. He'd used his own name. His own name! That had to have been it. "No, I'm not," Kyle told his brother. "But the fact that you thought I was certainly explains a lot... brother." "You're dead," Ronan repeated, "you died in the plane crash with Mom and Dad! I buried you!" "Strange, I look awfully lively," Kyle said sarcastically. "W
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Jason stretched, slowly moving through his entire range of motion while the seamstress watched. "Do I really need to be so.. so..." "Yes, I know it's embarrassing, but I need to watch how you move," the seamstress sighed. "And I need to see where- hold that position!" Jason froze and waited while the seamstress took another set of measurements. "Alright, continue. I need to be able to see where your muscles tend to bunch up, get a feel for the entire flow of your movement. And I can't s
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Despite Ashley's repeated requests, Paul could no more sit down than he could stand still. He paced the living room, constantly glancing out the windows. "Damn it!" he swore. "Paul, I'm not going to tell you again, sit down," Ashley snarled. "You're just making it worse." "Worse?" Paul snapped back. "You feel it just like I do!" "Paul, sit or I'll make you sit," Tommy said tersely. "I know damned well Ronan taught you the basics of meditation; use them!" "Meditate? Meditate
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"Jason wake up! Now!" Ronan ordered harshly. "What?" Jason asked fuzzily, mind still stuck in sleep. "Whats going on?" "Wake up!" Ronan repeated, yanking the covers off the bed with one hand as he stripped down with the other. "No time to explain, just wake up and dress!" Ronan yanked open his closet and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a false wall and revealing a hidden compartment inside. Tossing a pair of swords on the bed, he pulled out a set of clothing as well.
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Memories of Eric: When All Else Fails Sarah pushed her children behind her as the maniac waved his knife around. "Oh yes, you bitch, gonna get what's coming to you... you and your little dogs too!" The man giggled as he contemplated the boy and girl hiding behind her legs. "Get away from them, or so help me!" the woman blustered desperately. The man saw right through the bluff, and continued to advance. Seeing no other choice, the woman leaped forward with a screech, hoping to grab
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Jason's eyes snapped open, but for a few seconds they refused to focus. Finally he blinked the crusty remnants of several days immobility away and managed to look around. Ronan was holding him gently from behind, snoring. Jason sighed. He'd felt Ronan slip into sleep the instant he'd finished the 'guided tour' of his own soul. It had been... interesting. Moving gingerly he slowly worked his way loose of the bed and Ronan's arms. Ronan snorted and stopped snoring, but didn't quite wake
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"Jason, could you please tell me what's wrong?" Ronan asked one last time as they lay in bed. Jason simply shook his head where it rested on Ronan's shoulder. "I need to think through some things, and I need to do it myself," he said softly. "Alright, love," Ronan whispered. Slowly his breath deepened, and Jason allowed his own to follow suit. Jason floated in darkness and watched as the stars rolled by. The darkness wrapped around him and held him close, comfortable, like a warm bla
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Jason ducked as a whip of fire cracked over his head, turning the motion into a roll to the left as another whip tried to take his leg off at the ankle. For all that she was going 'easy' on them, Lara was pushing them hard, and with very little effort on her part. Oh, Jason could have tried to overwhelm her with sheer power, but there were three problems with that. First, he couldn't always rely on being able to do that, so he needed to learn how to do more with less. Second, it was again
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Dedication: To all those who helped me get where I am today, who are too many to count and list in their entirety, ranging from beta readers, editors, and others who helped with forming this story to those that have simply helped me as a person and author to become better: Thank you. This story wouldn't be what it is without your help. Author's Foreword Writing this story has been a labor of love. I don't remember the entire genesis of this story anymore. I remember that the various id
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"Ronan, are you--" Jason began. "Stupid question," he reprimanded himself as he pulled Ronan close. "What's wrong?" he asked, rocking the shivering and sobbing Ronan back and forth in an effort comfort him, but Ronan just kept sobbing. Jason wasn't even sure if Ronan had heard him. Jason just held him and tried to sooth him. Thinking of his powers, Jason tried inserting his mind into Ronan's, gently seeking some way to comfort him and got the mental equivalent of a roundhouse for his troubl
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Memories of Eric: The Road to Hell The river was a long, long way down. A long way to fall. Benjamin had been told it would break your neck on impact if you fell off the bridge. He figured the same held true for someone who jumped. It's not like anyone would miss him. His parents barely spoke to him, his classmates hated him, teachers couldn't care less. No friends worth the name, he didn't have a girlfriend – what a joke, the idea of him with a girlfriend – and certainly no one to c
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Jason adjusted his collar nervously as he gave his appearance one final go over in the mirror built into the sun visor in the passenger seat of the car. "Do I have to?" he asked plaintively. "Yes," Lara told him firmly. "I hate this monkey suit," he complained. "No, you hate your punishment," Lara said bitingly, "the 'monkey suit' is just an excuse." "I still hate it," Jason replied, opening the door. "This is so not going to be fun," he moaned. "It's not meant to be fun,"
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"Hey guys, I'm back!" Paul announced as he walked in the door. "I see you dealt with those... protestors..." Jason couldn't see him, but he had no doubts his brother was staring at the clothes strewn everywhere. Half the clothes had gotten pulled off, and half had been ripped right off their bodies in their haste. Ronan, as Jason should have predicted, was not one for half measures. He was one to dive, headfirst, right after he maybe remembered to check the depth. Mmmm.... head fi
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"You aren't supposed to sleep," Ashley scolded Jason, shaking his shoulder. "I'm not sleeping," Jason answered her with a sigh. "Though I was having the most wonderful daydream!" Ashley tried to straighten the blanket covering him. "What do you mean by-" she started to say. The sudden and clearly visible answer to the unfinished question earned Jason a shocked "Oh!" Jason rolled onto his side to conceal the tent that had been hidden in the folds of the covers. "Yeah, that's what
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"What do you mean, too late?" Cody demanded. "The kid's real father just got screwed over by his wife. The situation is spiraling completely out of control, and..." Jason took a deep breath. "Alright, I need to keep calm. There is a way out of this, I know it!" "What is 'this'?"Cody asked. Jason glanced at him and shook his head. "Bad news. David's parents are on a knife edge; pushed just a little further in the wrong way and they'll kill him. His real father just got accused of mole
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Lara shoved the e.p.t. box back into Ashley's hands and ran from the room. Jason turned and glared at Ronan. "OK, what do you know?" "There are some things-" Ronan began. "Ronan Koken, you contemptible, no-good, devious, plotting son-of-bitch," Ashley swore, "for once in a lifetime answer a straight question with an honest answer!" Ronan snarled, "Do not address me in such a tone, woman!" "Then give an honest answer when it's called for!" Ashley shouted back, tears in her eyes. "I w
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Jason woke up the next morning still tired. For a few vague moments he couldn't figure out what woke him, then another childish scream resonated through the house. The kids were up, therefore the adults were up too, like it or not. Groaning, he tossed the covers aside and stumbled to the door to track down a restroom. Blushing, he darted back to the bed long enough to grab a pair of pants off the ground before wandering out the door. He wasn't at home where nudity, much less boxers, was consi
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Memories of Eric: Teach a Man to Fish Brendan ran like hell, the whooping and hollering of the other boys spurring him on. His breath came in ragged stitches and his side burned, but he couldn't stop. They'd beat him half to death if they caught him! Tree branches snagged at his clothing, ripping a hole in his jacket -- ah crap, mother would kill him when she saw that! -- but he didn't slow down. The path twisted and turned through the dense woods in the park, and he didn't even see the man
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They'd gathered together in an impromptu conference in a room apparently set aside for such things. "Mary is already on her way here, gentlemen," Lara announced. She'd changed into skin-tight leather that creaked slightly as she moved, but left her with complete freedom of movement and the ability to freeze a (straight) man in his tracks in a glance. "We've done our best to prepare, but this operation is going to be a hip-shot whether we like it or not." "Gee, don't sound so happy Lara,"
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Jason had sensed that Ashley needed time, so rather than have her guide him straight to Lara, he'd convinced her to spend some time finishing the conversation they'd had earlier about how spells 'grew'. So she'd guided him to a nearby living room, one of several in the house it appeared, and started teaching. "So as long as it doesn't actively violate any of the rules you've placed yourself, your spells will gradually develop new rules to help better act on your original intent?" Jason ask
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Jason walked back to the apartment, hands in his pockets as he thought. He'd actually chosen to trust an assassin with his life. He knew he could trust that assassin. Turning left at the corner, he mused on the oddity of the situation, mind focused on the strangeness of it all. He'd been living with Ronan for all of six and a half months now. He'd come a long way, but before he'd met Quentin, he'd never have believed he'd come this far. To trust a cold blooded killer... He mused absentminded
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Jason slammed the door shut and ran to catch Paul. He moved so fast he actually managed to catch his brother before he hit the ground, and he was rapidly surrounded by others seeking to give aid. "What the hell just happened?" Jason screamed angrily as he lay his brother down. "No clue, nothing like that has ever happened before!" Ronan told him. "Shit, Paul's not breathing!" Jason cried out. "No, no no no no NO!" Jason looked his brother in the eyes and drew upon his powers. "Be he
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