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Taylor suddenly realises that she has an extreme talent for fighting and proceeds to use that knowledge to it's full potential.
Unpowered Taylor one-shot story?
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It happened one day; A change of mindset that set the ball rolling. Like a raindrop against a deep puddle, it rippled out and affected every last hint of my consciousness, infecting it with the disease of knowledge – Or at least, an urge to act on the information that I'd always carried within me.
Before me, the trio – Sophia, Emma and then Madison, arranged in perfect order. Their various brands of sneering offsetting their appearance to an admittedly quite impressive degree, something that had always penned me in until now. Behind them, the flotsam and jetsam of society hovering around, latched on to larger rubbish among uncertain seas. I spared a moment to actively disregard them, looking away from them in an obviously calculated way.
It was less than they deserved, but good enough for now.
As they tittered and bellowed as a response in their uniquely prettied up way, I couldn't help but notice how shiny things had become now. An almost physical grime seemed to have disappeared from one moment to the next, high definition somehow overlaid onto an old, tired scene.
Every movement of them was seen like usual, but the greater context that had been ignored until now seemed interesting for once. I could tell what they were thinking just as always, but it was propped up by that stark clearness such that I could now re-orient myself around the details.
Why wouldn't Sophia move like that if I stepped sideways like this? Why wouldn't Emma flinch upon unusual movement one, two, three and four, all in sequence? Surely that grimace shouldn't be hard to coax out of Madison?
In that several second interval of white background noise that I'd become accustomed to, I could acknowledge the paradoxical difference to my thoughts; I wasn't taking in new knowledge, but rather framing existing knowledge in quite an instinctual way. I couldn't even call it alien – I'd always been like this, and I now acknowledged that everyone else acted like this too, to a degree. Instincts, weren't they the most fundamental part of all creatures, humans not excluded?
It was my turn to smile, the string of connection between us all telling me just how it would cause a ripple throughout their psyches. This was elementary stuff, but surely a difference in thought-process like this wasn't natural for me even so?
But it'd felt so right, so human, so basic to my existence even until now. It'd always been there, pounding in the background like some sort of superpower, yet neglected all the same. Why had I been ignoring the signs that I'd so clearly been receiving so far throughout my life?
It's like I'd settled for being average in that area, like just about everyone else had, despite knowing that I could do so much there with just a little more effort. The potential for this had always been present, it seemed.
Now was it time to flex those muscles, perhaps?
A step, a slight rotation and with eyes locked upon the biggest threat – Sophia, she had this mindset too, I could tell; An understanding of her own self that transcended simple words, more a physical force that guided us independently – Like a roller-coaster ride that we were forced to sit through, or dancing to the tunes of a song I could no longer resist. We were both at the mercy of this ancient sense - Something that didn't seem too bad for me, to be perfectly honest.
Sophia moved along side me, leaning forwards as though to call my bluff. There was something animalistic and powerful in her gaze, something that felt right to match. Our flowing arcs clashed in mid-air, intent sent and then analysed on the fly by both parties.
It was exhilarating.
I found myself to have a bounce in my step, vigour returning as though it's never left me to begin with. I knew my body on a level that nobody ever would, and likewise she felt the same. In fact, she had adjusted to my weightlessness near perfectly – or at least, as perfectly could be expected from an average human.
Our eyes were laser sharp, and now my smile felt real in the face of her confusion and electrified caution.
All of a sudden, I was in control, not her.
The others were still none the wiser, their uneducated minds clashing with the raised hair upon their necks and chilled spines. They were in slow motion, and yet not, an immobile ocean that we waded through together, me and Sophia.
Without moving, she crossed the distance in an instant; A smooth translation from one position to another, one beautifully unnoticed manoeuvre that had my eyes widening. The weird juxtaposition of sensing her travel as it happened, as well as the delayed absence of my mental recognition was shockingly surprising, but not insurmountable.
A clench of my legs and lowering of posture as she drew near had her slowing at the precipice of touch, and then I matched her speed to keep her just out of reach. The void-space between us felt electrified with potential, either of our limbs able to engage without warning – Or at least an observable one
The rush of it all still pounded in my ears, roaring into my brain and then rushing further, spilling out towards my partner like a leaky hose. She could feel it too, I could tell.
But she'd gotten complacent with my past self as punching bag. She was no longer dealing with an inferior, and I would remind her of that before she could even process it.
Deep stance, strong posture, body hot with energy in need of release; These are what I reversed upon her, the gauging of her advance forcing her to play into my hand.
There was only a deafening swish of air for a moment, my thundering intent forced through the outlet of my shoulder blade. The intervening distance passed in less than an eyeblink's time, compressed space a heavy pressure against my face and body as I charged.
And then I impacted with a grunt of exertion, my body positioned to take advantage of her surprise and then capitalise on it. I was in full and total domination of our clash, moving just so as to give her a potential escape, but funnelling that reaction into desired trajectories. Every movement from her sealed the deal more in my favour, easing her gently backwards until her weight passed her centre of balance.
I seemed to be manhandling her just by pushing up against her side, as though some spirit of combat had taken over me and left my logical mind in the dust.
Was this true intimacy, to embrace an opponent and know every choice that they would make to fight back against you, and then manipulate it all to fruitlessness? Our bodies were both pushing with relentlessness that I was unused to, but simultaneously driven towards experiencing. It was a novel sensation, one that stretched my grin somehow wider than ever before.
Exultation in battle, who'd have thought nerdy old Taylor would turn out like this?
And then it was over, Sophia splayed backwards onto the floor, me standing over her in just the place to prevent her from taking me with her – Sure, she could grab me, but she hadn't yet realised that I was still directing her. She was both stuck and free, capable of movement but none that might let her back upright – Only fruitless clasping and pulling.
When had our mutual skill tipped so in favour of me, though? We had been on equal footing for a moment, and then I'd demolished her. Sure, my muscles had been straining to a fierce and painful degree, but that hadn't mattered at the time or affected how overwhelming this victory had been.
Looking down at her writhing so pitifully on the floor, I wondered how exactly she'd been my bully for so long. After all, I'd always been capable of this, I'd just never realised it.
And the rest of this screeching rabble, only just awakening from their stupor – How had I let them push me around when I could read them so well? I'd literally just bent over and taken it for months on end, unwilling to frame the situation properly.
Disgusting.
With a frown, I simply raised my head away from them and walked off, path chosen so as to force them out of the way with no effort. The gap in their ranks that promptly opened almost made me chuckle for a second, such was its similarity to scenes from fictional stories I'd read; However, it wasn't enough to raise my mood too high.
Despite the incredible high of this fight, I was still annoyed at myself for letting things get to this point. Had I ever had an excuse to complain if I was so lazy as to take it lying down?
As I walked away from the stunned group of onlookers left within their narrow hallway domain, I decided that I'd had enough of school for today, and then promptly left through Winslows' badly-guarded front doors.
Unpowered Taylor one-shot story?
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It happened one day; A change of mindset that set the ball rolling. Like a raindrop against a deep puddle, it rippled out and affected every last hint of my consciousness, infecting it with the disease of knowledge – Or at least, an urge to act on the information that I'd always carried within me.
Before me, the trio – Sophia, Emma and then Madison, arranged in perfect order. Their various brands of sneering offsetting their appearance to an admittedly quite impressive degree, something that had always penned me in until now. Behind them, the flotsam and jetsam of society hovering around, latched on to larger rubbish among uncertain seas. I spared a moment to actively disregard them, looking away from them in an obviously calculated way.
It was less than they deserved, but good enough for now.
As they tittered and bellowed as a response in their uniquely prettied up way, I couldn't help but notice how shiny things had become now. An almost physical grime seemed to have disappeared from one moment to the next, high definition somehow overlaid onto an old, tired scene.
Every movement of them was seen like usual, but the greater context that had been ignored until now seemed interesting for once. I could tell what they were thinking just as always, but it was propped up by that stark clearness such that I could now re-orient myself around the details.
Why wouldn't Sophia move like that if I stepped sideways like this? Why wouldn't Emma flinch upon unusual movement one, two, three and four, all in sequence? Surely that grimace shouldn't be hard to coax out of Madison?
In that several second interval of white background noise that I'd become accustomed to, I could acknowledge the paradoxical difference to my thoughts; I wasn't taking in new knowledge, but rather framing existing knowledge in quite an instinctual way. I couldn't even call it alien – I'd always been like this, and I now acknowledged that everyone else acted like this too, to a degree. Instincts, weren't they the most fundamental part of all creatures, humans not excluded?
It was my turn to smile, the string of connection between us all telling me just how it would cause a ripple throughout their psyches. This was elementary stuff, but surely a difference in thought-process like this wasn't natural for me even so?
But it'd felt so right, so human, so basic to my existence even until now. It'd always been there, pounding in the background like some sort of superpower, yet neglected all the same. Why had I been ignoring the signs that I'd so clearly been receiving so far throughout my life?
It's like I'd settled for being average in that area, like just about everyone else had, despite knowing that I could do so much there with just a little more effort. The potential for this had always been present, it seemed.
Now was it time to flex those muscles, perhaps?
A step, a slight rotation and with eyes locked upon the biggest threat – Sophia, she had this mindset too, I could tell; An understanding of her own self that transcended simple words, more a physical force that guided us independently – Like a roller-coaster ride that we were forced to sit through, or dancing to the tunes of a song I could no longer resist. We were both at the mercy of this ancient sense - Something that didn't seem too bad for me, to be perfectly honest.
Sophia moved along side me, leaning forwards as though to call my bluff. There was something animalistic and powerful in her gaze, something that felt right to match. Our flowing arcs clashed in mid-air, intent sent and then analysed on the fly by both parties.
It was exhilarating.
I found myself to have a bounce in my step, vigour returning as though it's never left me to begin with. I knew my body on a level that nobody ever would, and likewise she felt the same. In fact, she had adjusted to my weightlessness near perfectly – or at least, as perfectly could be expected from an average human.
Our eyes were laser sharp, and now my smile felt real in the face of her confusion and electrified caution.
All of a sudden, I was in control, not her.
The others were still none the wiser, their uneducated minds clashing with the raised hair upon their necks and chilled spines. They were in slow motion, and yet not, an immobile ocean that we waded through together, me and Sophia.
Without moving, she crossed the distance in an instant; A smooth translation from one position to another, one beautifully unnoticed manoeuvre that had my eyes widening. The weird juxtaposition of sensing her travel as it happened, as well as the delayed absence of my mental recognition was shockingly surprising, but not insurmountable.
A clench of my legs and lowering of posture as she drew near had her slowing at the precipice of touch, and then I matched her speed to keep her just out of reach. The void-space between us felt electrified with potential, either of our limbs able to engage without warning – Or at least an observable one
The rush of it all still pounded in my ears, roaring into my brain and then rushing further, spilling out towards my partner like a leaky hose. She could feel it too, I could tell.
But she'd gotten complacent with my past self as punching bag. She was no longer dealing with an inferior, and I would remind her of that before she could even process it.
Deep stance, strong posture, body hot with energy in need of release; These are what I reversed upon her, the gauging of her advance forcing her to play into my hand.
There was only a deafening swish of air for a moment, my thundering intent forced through the outlet of my shoulder blade. The intervening distance passed in less than an eyeblink's time, compressed space a heavy pressure against my face and body as I charged.
And then I impacted with a grunt of exertion, my body positioned to take advantage of her surprise and then capitalise on it. I was in full and total domination of our clash, moving just so as to give her a potential escape, but funnelling that reaction into desired trajectories. Every movement from her sealed the deal more in my favour, easing her gently backwards until her weight passed her centre of balance.
I seemed to be manhandling her just by pushing up against her side, as though some spirit of combat had taken over me and left my logical mind in the dust.
Was this true intimacy, to embrace an opponent and know every choice that they would make to fight back against you, and then manipulate it all to fruitlessness? Our bodies were both pushing with relentlessness that I was unused to, but simultaneously driven towards experiencing. It was a novel sensation, one that stretched my grin somehow wider than ever before.
Exultation in battle, who'd have thought nerdy old Taylor would turn out like this?
And then it was over, Sophia splayed backwards onto the floor, me standing over her in just the place to prevent her from taking me with her – Sure, she could grab me, but she hadn't yet realised that I was still directing her. She was both stuck and free, capable of movement but none that might let her back upright – Only fruitless clasping and pulling.
When had our mutual skill tipped so in favour of me, though? We had been on equal footing for a moment, and then I'd demolished her. Sure, my muscles had been straining to a fierce and painful degree, but that hadn't mattered at the time or affected how overwhelming this victory had been.
Looking down at her writhing so pitifully on the floor, I wondered how exactly she'd been my bully for so long. After all, I'd always been capable of this, I'd just never realised it.
And the rest of this screeching rabble, only just awakening from their stupor – How had I let them push me around when I could read them so well? I'd literally just bent over and taken it for months on end, unwilling to frame the situation properly.
Disgusting.
With a frown, I simply raised my head away from them and walked off, path chosen so as to force them out of the way with no effort. The gap in their ranks that promptly opened almost made me chuckle for a second, such was its similarity to scenes from fictional stories I'd read; However, it wasn't enough to raise my mood too high.
Despite the incredible high of this fight, I was still annoyed at myself for letting things get to this point. Had I ever had an excuse to complain if I was so lazy as to take it lying down?
As I walked away from the stunned group of onlookers left within their narrow hallway domain, I decided that I'd had enough of school for today, and then promptly left through Winslows' badly-guarded front doors.
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