After that lovely little conversation with Sea and Glass in the kitchen, I went back to my room.
There really wasn't anything to do until Luck called me up for training. And when he did call me up, I wasn't going to do anything anyway. How could he train me in sight?
I lay down on my bed, resting my hands over my stomach. My sunglasses slowly slid off my forehead back onto the light blue comforter, but I didn't reach for them. It was quiet and peaceful in my room right now, and I really liked that.
I shut my eyes, and the sudden memory of Gemini popped into my mind. I was still wary about sleeping—she had said that she communicated with people in her dreams. That felt kind of weird, like my dreams—my unconscious, really—were just her playground. Why did she even want to talk to me, of all people? If she was such a powerful Unknown, weren't there other powerful ones to talk with? Not a lowly Manipulator like me.
There was a knock on my halfway open door.
"What?" I asked flatly, not really feeling like talking with anyone.
"I thought you said you didn't want to sleep."
My eyes opened when I realized who it was. But by the time it had taken me to react, he was already towering over me, arms folded.
I sat up on my elbows, staring Tiger back in his jade eyes. "I don't."
"Well, you looked like you were about to." He replied. There was something on his face that I couldn't quite decipher, but that was Tiger for you. Who knew what was going on in that messed up mind of his.
I stood, even though Tiger didn't give me any space. To get through to this Destroyer, I had to stand my own ground. I couldn't show any fear to him or he'd rip me to shreds. He had a pretty accurate namesake.
We were mere inches apart, him staring down at me with his jaw turned just a little bit, the way I knew he was thinking sharply about something. But I just keep staring back at him, unwilling to move away. I had to admit, I was really curious as to what the Destroyer was thinking about. But I would never tell him that.
Tiger's eyes studied my own for a moment, which I found strange. He had just broken his stoic stance. "Have you forgotten about him yet?" He asked, a low grumble in the back of his throat. I found myself taken aback by it.
Within a moment, I knew who he was talking about. But why was he asking about him?
I shook my head. "I haven't."
Tiger searched my face a second more before he broke the strange trance between us. He stepped back and cleared his throat. "Luck wants to see you for training."
Before I could say anything—ask, really—Tiger turned to the door and walked out.
I was stunned. Had that just happened, or was I dreaming?
With a shake of my head, I told myself that Tiger was still just messing with my mind for the fun of it. I cracked my knuckles, straightened out my jacket, and headed for the second training room.
When I got there, Luck was waiting for me.
There was no sign of Claw or his dumbbells anywhere, which I found a little strange. But that was normal now.
I had my arms folded, reluctant to even be here. Luck already knew there wasn't anything he could do to train me, so why was I here? I really didn't want to train in defense again, especially not right now. My mind was swimming with confusing thoughts.
"Luck, why am I here?" I asked in annoyance as I joined him in the middle of the room. I wanted him to know that I was annoyed, and I didn't even know why.
And just like that, Luck slapped me.
Surprised was an understatement. Shocked was, too.
I staggered backwards, my hands suddenly holding my cheek that the Defyer had just struck. I was stunned, really.
"Wh—what did you do that for?" I managed, feeling the sting of tears on the rim of my eyes. I had never imagined that Luck would ever hit me!
As I stared at him in disbelief, I realized that Luck wasn't sorry at all. He looked almost…angry. At me? What had I done wrong?
"Does it matter?" Luck answered in a very matter-of-fact tone. I realized that it wasn't anger on his face, but detachment. I hadn't seen him like that since Steel had died.
I swallowed my nearly involuntary reply of, Yes, it does matter! Luck wouldn't slap me for no reason. I knew that much about him. And I hadn't done anything wrong lately except for interrupt his fight with Visor. Was it about that?
Luck raised his hand again to slap me, and I flinched back. He didn't strike me at the moment. Instead, a visage of a smirk passed his face. I watched in slight awe as he faded into nothingness.
"Keep up, Spotlight." The Defyer said as he turned completely invisible.
I tore my hand away from my cheek, holding them out carefully at my sides, waiting for Luck to strike. Would he strike? Was he just messing with my mind? I couldn't see him at all—how was I supposed to keep up?
My vision suddenly turned a dark green.
Naturally, I freaked out. I flinched at the sudden change, and it was only a moment later that I realized that my hoodie was obstructing my vision. I pulled my hoodie off my face in annoyance. Oh, so that's how Luck was going to play this? At least it was better than him slapping me.
I turned on my heel and punched thin air behind me. I assumed that he was standing behind me, but that seemed to not be the case. Geez, I felt like an idiot. Here I was, punching the air! How was this helping me train?
"Too slow, Spot." I heard from right over my shoulder. Luck's detached tone sent a shiver up my spine.
The invisible Defyer grabbed both my arms and pinned them at my sides before spinning me free. The suddenness of it didn't give me any time to react, so I tumbled to the ground.
Thankfully, I landed on my hands and knees. But I felt stupid and slow. And frustrated, to top it all off.
I scrambled to my feet quickly, holding my hands out in front of me as a barrier. It looked stupid, but better that than Luck slapping me again.
"Luck, I can't see you!" I yelled in irritation.
"That's the point." His voice was like a phantom—everywhere at once.
I felt him brush my bangs back; without a second's hesitation, I swung my right hand in a general sweep in front of me.
My hand hit something, and for a split second, Luck's invisibility faltered. I had hit the side of his shoulder, and I'm pretty sure he had lowered his ability to show me so.
But as soon as that happened, he had set his invisibility back up. I was right back at square one.
Wait a minute. I took a step back to get out of Luck's attack zone to think about something.
Luck was just bending light around him, right? Wasn't that the basis of visibility, and therefor invisibility? And my power was to see through light, so was that why he was training me like this?
Gears were starting to turn in my mind. I think Luck saw that as well, as he stopped trying to attack. Maybe he was just going to beat me until I realized what was going on. Smart move, I guess.
But that still didn't solve one big problem: I couldn't see through the light Luck was bending around himself. I had no idea how to do that. My power was unconscious—it wasn't like I had any effort in it. Unless I could. Ugh, I was starting to confuse myself.
"I think you're figuring it out," Luck said out of nowhere. Literally. I still couldn't see him.
I scowled. "Not really. Luck, I can't see through the light you're using. I don't know how to."
Luck dropped his invisibility again. He was standing a foot to my right, patiently waiting.
"Here," He said calmly, grabbing one of my hands in his own. To my surprise, he laced his fingers through mine.
My eyes went strange for a moment as Luck turned us both invisible. I looked up from our hands to the mirrors surrounding the room. I couldn't see either of us, but when I looked back to Luck's hand, I could see him.
"That doesn't make any sense," I said in confusion. "I can see you, but not in the mirror."
"Pay attention." Luck repeated. "Focus on the light, Spot."
He was starting to annoy me just a bit. Focus on what light? All I could see was the normal light from the fluorescent lights overhead.
Luck tightened his hand around mine just a little more. Almost as if he was willing me to focus. I had no idea what to do.
I decided to stare back at the mirror, looking for any sign of us at all. I could see our shadows, but that didn't help me any. I needed a thin line of our forms. A patch of strange light. Anything.
But Luck was much too skilled to allow for poor camouflage. After all, he'd been doing this his entire life. I wondered momentarily if he could drop it just a little bit. Maybe that'd help.
"Luck," I said as the thought passed my mind. "Can you weaken your invisibility? Maybe then I could see the light."
The Defyer nodded. His detached look had faded a little into something else. Geez, I couldn't read guys at all.
I stared at our hands, but there was no difference. Back to the mirror.
There was a slight change, slight enough that if it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed. But I did. It was like a faint line in the air, almost as if it had been chopped and moved slightly. I realized after a moment that it was the top of our heads.
"Do you see it?" Luck asked.
I nodded absently, focusing on the line. I needed to break this line down in my mind; memorize it and see past it. To turn Luck's light into my own spectrum. But that was easier said than done.
"Focus." Luck repeated sternly, moving a step closer. The line grew stronger in my sight.
And it clicked.
I don't understand how it did, but it just did. All of a sudden, the two of us appeared in the mirror. Like we were never invisible.
"I got it!" I said in genuine surprise. "I can see us, Luck!"
The Defyer let go of my hand and smiled. "Good. See, all you had to do was focus. It's not that—"
And just like that, I punched him.
"OW!" Luck exclaimed, staggering back while holding his cheek. He looked at me in bewilderment. "Why did you do that?!"
"Payback!" I pointed sternly at him. "You didn't have to slap me earlier for me to see through your invisibility!"
I couldn't help but smile at that. Especially Luck's face. He wasn't angry, just surprised.
The Defyer stood up straight, rubbing his cheek gingerly before dropping his hand. "I've got to say, Spot, you're definitely spunky."
"And don't forget it."