"Goodbye, Ellie. I'm sorry I was too late. If there was a way to reverse it, I would."
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"I just want to know if I can trust you."She asked me this again. The big boss. A psychic. Like me. Though I'd never seen her eye mark. Or seen her use her powers. Maybe she got it taken out. Lots of people did. But I knew she had been one, because the first time I saw her, she was making a portal for two boys. But that was a long time ago.

"You know you can trust me, m'am. You have before."
"Don't call me 'm'am', and I don't remember any of that. By the way, I'm also assigning--"
"Me to a psychic who doesn't know how her powers work and only recently found out she was a psychic. I know."
"Good boy. Remember, you have to keep those two safe and sane. Who knows what they'll do if their full power is unlocked."
"I can tell you that I've seen it and that it's not very pretty. But you can trust on me, m'am."
"I said don't call me that."
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I'm Marke Hughes. The E is silent, similar to my partner, Eve. I know, bad pun. We're eighteen. We're almost out of school, thank god. And we're psychics. Just thought you should know.

Except that we're different from the psychics we see all the time on television. We can see into the future, and read minds, yeah, but we have something special. It's called an eye mark. Whatever the eye mark is shaped like determines a special power you get, that comes with the standard stuff. I have a carnation. I get healing. Oh, and some of the older ones can teleport. I can't.

Now, every psychic knows that no one's going to believe that the thing over your eye is actually the mark of a psychic, or that it powers us. So we disguise it, or we make up an excuse. My mark blends in with my face, so I just say it's a birthmark. Eve's is a clock, but it really doesn't look like much. It's just two lines and a grey eye, that looked scarred, contrasting her other, brown, one. She just covers it with her hair, and calls it a birth scar if any one asked.

Eve, by the way, is really pretty, but that's all I'll say, because I'm not really interested in love. She's just really pretty. Oh wait, I think I forgot to explain how our marks work.

This is going to be weird for any humans reading. Physics will sympathize, though. You see, behind our eye mark, we have very thin bones, and not much flesh, to make up for something else. That something else is extra brain, growing behind our eye. It's mixed with other vital nerves and the such, but it mostly contains our powers. Every time we use a special power, part of that brain burns up, like acid, though I know that some powers do it differently. Ice powers' brains will melt it away. Mine just burns away as usual. But if you burn it all away, then you die. I said there were vital nerves there too, right?

But anyway, speaking of Eve, I'm late to meet her. Oh, I don't mean, like, meet up, I mean I haven't met her yet, and she hasn't met me. We've never even seen each other in our lives. Don't read the end.