Modern Day Santa Claus

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Chapter 36

Sam had his eyes in front while a pen was being played on one hand. After a couple of minutes, he began to hit the end of the pen on his desk repeatedly, creating a small, rhythmic thumping. He was deep in thought, replaying the scenes over and over again from last week. It has been four days since the night Skye was forced into submission... by him using just words.

During the four days, he wanted to weigh the moral dilemma of it all but he was still too pissed whenever he thought of Skye. He was not okay with manipulating someone by making them obey him. He was not okay with using people to cater to his wishes. He was not okay with Jae finding out that he had this kind of power and judge him for it. Yet, this power was the only advantage he had over any of the Clauses. For the first time, he felt hope for his first win against them.

Mind control- such an invasive and evil kind of influence that he would be ashamed of using, but he'd rather know how to use it when his life is in danger rather than completely disregarding its use to him. Although that might mean succumbing to his wicked lineage that he wanted nothing to be part of.

He let out a sigh, letting his tapping cease for a moment before starting again. It was already too late anyway. The moment he was conceived, he was born to be his descendant. Even if Sam had nothing to do with it. Even when he just wanted to have a normal life. He pushed away from the moral predicament that always made him hesitant in using whatever control he had.

It's either be caught and killed or fight back. He'd rather die than let any one of the Claus family take him alive. Who knows what they'll do to him. And what will happen if they reach the rest of his family? Thinking of family made his thoughts flutter to Sera and then quickly shook these away. No. He was still mad at her. Sera had abandoned him after she promised she wouldn't. She's the least of his problems anyway.

He needs to have a plan and backup plans on what to do with the Clauses. When push comes to shove, he'll use this power he had that he still has no idea how to trigger. He listed mentally all the things that happened that night that activated it but for some reason, it hadn't worked.

Sam had tried a number of trials. He'd tell a random stranger to pick up something that he dropped or maybe stop a person from going into a certain direction but they'd either shoot him glares or cast confused looks. He got a hard punch from the delivery man when he told him to 'turn around and leave'. A large, nasty bruise had formed on his right eye, right when the bruise from Skye's punch was healing, but that didn't stop him from thinking about what he's doing wrong.

What was it? What happened that night that activated it?

"Can you please stop with the tapping? It's distracting." The girl next to him glowered at him. Sam stopped moving his hand and glanced with an unamused smile at the girl. The girl's face dropped and then turned back to the front to where the professor was.

Sam felt himself getting riled up but took in one deep breath to calm himself. That was another thing he had noticed. Everything and everyone pissed him off to no end. It wasn't like before where he can ignore their presence and just relish in his own time. He tsk-ed before going back to his thoughts.

Where was he? Oh, right. What triggered his power? He can't place it. Nothing even happened? Skye just came barging in like a drunkard looking for a fight. And Sam responded, although uncharacteristically. He was always level-headed and cool when facing off his dominance over someone yet that wasn't what happened with Skye. He totally lost his cool and felt his emotions leaking—

Wait. That was it. He was high on emotions. Unconsciously, he began to tap his pen on his desk as his eyes widened slightly. Was that really it? He focused on the emotions he had felt that night. Self-hatred. Rage. Sadness. Guilt. Fear. A little too much of everything that fought over each other like kittens squeezing themselves to have their mother's milk. Was that the answer? He should let go of his apathy and let his emotions run free?