Elisyma origin story pt 2

	Matthew cleared his throat, looking back through the papers in the file before back up to the girl. “I’m aware that these kinds of things happen at the facility quite often, but have you noticed anything else out of the ordinary that you’ve been able to do? Telekinesis, controlling people, changing.. form?”

	All he got was a wide-eyed expression from the child, before a smirk tugging at her lips, “You mean when I grow up I’ll control people?” She seemed uniquely giddy, which worried him, but for a preteen girl realized she’s a halfbreed, it was hardly uncommon.

	“Well, yes, at least that’s one of the many possibilities, depending on what your other half is.” The doctor stated.

	“My other half?”

	“Clearly you’re not a full breed of anything, or else you wouldn’t look half as human as you are now.” He started to notice a little agitation in the girl’s motions before she stood up with her fists clenched, the paint still dripping from her hands.

	“Can we stop saying ‘breed’? It’s not like I’m part dog or cat! Listen, I don’t ever know what I am or why I landed in this dumb marshmallow room, but what I know is I’m a freak like everyone else in here!” Elisyma’s eyes flashed a glint of yellow, nearly glazing over as Matthew could not help but stare on. Soon, as the girl’s rant went on, out of the corner of his eye he noticed his clipboard and file hovering a few inches off of his lap.

	“Uhh.. Elisym-”

	The girl cut him off with a sharp yell, “NO! I want you to tell me what it is I am and what’s going on before I learn to aim and blow a hole through you and not a stupid wall!” In the last words of her anger, the file shifted and hovered in the air before being jerked toward the wall behind him, clattering as it hit the ground, papers flying loose and fluttering to the floor. Elisyma looked at the file on the floor, the color in her eyes flattening again as she covered her mouth with her hands and gasped. Did she do that?

	Did she do that?! Matthew repeated in his mind, looking back to quickly shuffled the papers back into the file, taking a few notes on the paper and turning back to the girl.

	“You obviously.. have the telekinesis. Since that stems from the mental control over things, I think I believe what your br-.. other half is.” It was hard to hide the fear in his voice now; sticking around an unstable pubescent demon of this nature was never going to end well on his half. He scribbled a few more notes onto the file and secured them onto the clipboard.

	Elisyma eagerly sat down in front of the doctor, leaning forward with a wide, curious expression in her eyes. “Well? What am I?” Telling this to a young girl wasn’t going to be easy.

	“Well..” Matthew coughed, clearing his throat again, “you have most of the presumed powers of an emotional tree of demon.. Succubus if you will.” He carefully eyed the girl’s reaction, but it hardly changed. “It means you’ll need to prepare for more.. emotional powers to develop, but not to be alarmed if physical changes develop as well.”

	Elisyma scrunched her nose in distaste. “I’m gonna be one of those sex demons? That’s gross!” Matthew chuckled at the girl’s naivete, but in his experience she had a point. Succubi weren’t the best to hang around with if you were a target.

	“Not necessarily. I’ve studied and met several cases where sexuality is less of a part and it seems their powers focus on sensuality. This means your emotions can manifest into your abilities more than your drives or libido will. You can read people’s emotions, you’re more sensitive to them. Your own emotions are a part as well, which is why your powers are so uncontrollable and are coming on so quickly.”

	“Is this a joke on how girls are so emotional?” The girl gave him a look that simply read, ‘Really?’

	Matthew gave a smile and chuckled. “In a sense, yes. Since your powers stem from your emotions, and your emotions are going haywire due to the hormonal changes at your age, it makes sense that your powers fluctuate based on your mood. It’s not too hard to control on our end, but you’ll probably have to sit through a few sessions of controlling that temper.”

	Pursing her lips, Elisyma rolled her back and rolled back to lay flat on her back across the padded floor. “Is there anything else I should add to my ‘freak’ list of things happening to me?”

	“Oh, right, the physical changes. It might shock you at first but usually young succubi develop a pair of horns on either side, the pattern is unpredictable unless we know your mother. Wings, tail, or patterns on the skin are the next to appear, but since you’re still half human it’s hard to tell which half you’ll get until it develops. Typically human half-demons keep most of the features, so you won’t to worry about completely changing. A tail and wings are easy to fold into clothing, and with the horns, we can get you accustomed to hats in the public.”

	“And if I get those weird patches on my skin?”

	“We’ll say you have a condition.”

	Elisyma scoffed, “I do have a condition, it’s called succubus fever.”

	Matthew shook his head and grinned, closing up the file before standing up, straightening out his shirt  before nodding at the girl. “Well, I’ll be back in the morning to check on your development. I know signs won’t appear overnight, but at the rate you’re developing, it’ll be safer to check periodically. You’ll have to get used to seeing me more often.”

	Elisyma rolled her eyes until they nearly disappeared into her skull. “Okay, doctor.”

	Turning to exit the room, Matthew stepped out and gently closed the door behind him. Through the little peek window she saw the girl shift into the fetal position as he sighed. He didn’t know what to do to handle the girl, and the signs were developing far faster than they normally would appear. He had a rough and bumpy road in front of him, but he had to ride it out nonetheless.

	The doctor continued down the halls back to the receptionist desk, waving to the nurse as she waved back. “Goodnight, doctor.”

	“Goodnight, Helena.” The nurse returned with a giggle, causing Matthew to turn around with a confused look as he slipped back into his lab coat. “Hey, what’s so funny?”

	“Nothing, sir. You just have a little.. on your pants.”

	Matthew looked back at himself, groaning and throwing his head back as he slapped his hand over his face. His best khaki pants were smeared with brightly colored paint. Shaking his head, he gave another gentle wave to the nurse before stepping out. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll get them cleaned in the morning..” Grumbling, he made his way out of the building. The rain had given up a little, but he still hustled to his car and opened the door, pausing to grab a towel from the trunk and lay it across the driver’s seat before getting in. The engine turned and the headlights illuminated his name sign before backing out and heading back down the road.