A Concept [Draft] The Psychic Cycle


This is or was an idea to the story , The Psychic Cycle. In this draft, the premise was a story of three Psionics. Cloud, Egypt, and a deaf girl named Opera Violet, trying find out and stop what’s causing the déjà vu in the fictional town of Beaux, New York. In this draft the characters unintentionally find a clue to their mystery in the Broken Hourglass Route.

The Jesters as she called them, stupid, psychic jesters but it weren’t the psychic abilities that were the problem. It was Pawns. Pawns were awful who thought everything was a joke. She, nevertheless, was a normal or in their terms; a street walker.
She had every tiny bit of hatred for all psychics. As foolish as it sounded, she wanted them all dead; they had privilege, they ran the House of Paramore and House of Tarot, their gods and customs were a greater influence than their own. They were taking over. It got her angry, she just wanted them to die.
This shot was perfect, her finger on the trigger just teasing. She examined her kill, one child, two adults, three teens. It would be easier to shoot down the teens so she moved her target and focused on them. The park was so peaceful, birds whistling, the grass was emerald green and she could appreciate that. Dogs in the park were happy, causing mischief and she could appreciate the shit in the grass that was left by the hounds. Yes, a beautiful park indeed; if only the filthy psychics weren’t around. Psychos and retarded and her favorite, Ghetto Fairies. Ah yes, the black people, Dramas as they were called. She lined up her shot once more and pulled the trigger. The bullets were made so no psychic could detect it. Apparently, there was a type of paranormal metal that blocked the power, and all her bullets and knives were made from it.
She aimed at another, older woman, a married man next to her. She teased the trigger before pulling it. The bullet flying across the park into the woman’s head. The park residents scream, unaware and afraid. Another is take down, everyone is ducking, hiding and shielding themselves from the slaughter. After the 16th one; she concluded the old woman was a normal. She had shot an innocent, she set her gun down, her worst mistake.

She was pushed to the ground, a gun, a knife, “Who are you!?”,  the Figure demanded. “Answer me”
She spoke backwards, neither could understand. “It might be the script… There’s a terrible case of déjà vu.  This just happened last week!”, the female exclaimed. The boy whose face was painted, his brother stabbed the knife into the woman’s torso, it was uncertain if it was, woman or man, so they nicknamed it S/HE. They were hard to kill; the bodies were like trying to cut a diamond with a plastic knife, they were brutal in executing them.

“Death count?”, asked the girl known as Opera Violet, a Drama Psionic. “Fifteen minus the normal or sound of mind (SOM)”
“That’s not terrible, after 24 hours the timeline will reset. We’re in a perpetual groundhog day”, Violet made a face. Her hair was black, styled into a ponytail on the side of her head, also she was deaf, she read lips, which sometimes was a struggle because a certain Jester known as Cloud had a Bronx accent. “The time resets and we have to live through this every day, S/He shows at noon on this date, July 4, 2015; always on this building and assassinates”

“I know”, she put her head down, taking a second to mentally pray for the lost. “We have to stop this madness”
“Doesn’t the Record of Mojo have an influence on the Script?”, asked Egypt, Cloud’s brother. His face was painted, a diamond on the right, his left eye was covered with white paint and was also missing. Black lines in the corner of his lip. “No”, Violet replied. “The Script is watched by another Psionic. Come along, let’s head back to The Spot”

Beaux, New York, known for its big population of the psychic and paranormal phenomenon. The population? Round 500 at the present; before it was 15,678. Egypt was a much more stocky jester, standing around 6’0 while his acclaimed twin brother, Cloud was 6’7, a thin, skinny build. Egypt was the easiest to spot by his curly mane that lay on his back. Cloud’s hair was curly and short, flat top hairdo. Originally born in Bronx, New York, they had to be sent to Beaux for their Psi abilities.
The brothers were very different, if Violet had to identify their relationship it would have to be compared to two elephants that were siblings.
The Spot was a place of rest, technically they were orphans, the time would loop, but anything lost the previous day was permanent. Which explained the heavy drop in population. The Spot was a large empty house that belonged to a rich man,  he was sadly assassinated and the gang took the house as their hideout.
Walking into the house, that was nicely decorated, with a modern kitchen and one average bathroom, it also had a snug living room, four bedrooms, a spacious dining room, a study and a roomy basement.

The building is regulated like a short U. The second level is smaller than the first, which allowed for several small balconies on one side of the house. This floor holds a slightly different style than the floor below.

The roof is low and pyramid shaped and is overlaid with brown roof tiles. Two small chimneys poke out the middle of the roof. Rows of small windows let in plenty of light to the rooms beneath the roof.

Cloud held the biggest room which was the master room as he claimed himself to be the leader of the gang and thought he should get the biggest bedroom. Egypt’s room was down the hallway and Violet’s room was next to him. The final room was emptied and turned into a place of security and operations.

Violet took her Rounds off, which were headphones that Dramas wore. She couldn’t hear the music but she felt the vibes through the headphones. She recognized the beat by heart; there was once a myth, certain Dramas lived off of music, if a Drama did not hear music, their heart would stop beating.
“It’s cold…”, Egypt whined, rubbing his hands and upper arm. “It’s always cold”, his brother ran into the living room, climbed over the couch and turned on the TV  which showed the same SpongeBob SquarePants episode. It was torment to know that there was nothing else on, not even an Empire episode. “What you watching?”, Egypt asked. His brother’s head slowly turned, “I know you didn’t just ask me that… I know you didn’t”, he grumbled.

Violet went up to the security room, the room had a large computer that she fixed herself and was the only one who truly knew how it functioned. It had several monitors, a master motherboard, it was a beauty… She sat at the computer and forced up the security monitor footage. Nothing had escaped the Beaux barrier and spread to the rest of New York. Camera one, Rosemary Passage. Camera two, Coral Street. Heart Row… Camera 3 wasn’t coming on, “Hm?”, she restarted the system, Camera 1, 2, 4, 5, and six were all working except three. She got up and went downstairs, “Boys!”, she cried.

Egypt bounced his shadow Puppet in the air, “Yes?”
“Put the dolls down”, she told. “We’re going to Heart Row”
“Heart… Row?”, Egypt questioned. “Oh… You’re speaking about your cameras, Peeping Tom”, he joked
Cloud got up from the couch and signed, “What’s wrong V?”
“The camera wasn’t working, come with me”, she stated. Cloud couldn’t deny a pretty face also a girl that was technically deaf. He agreed to go with her and dragged Egypt along.

The easiest way to Heart Row was through the brothers  infamous portal which she disliked because of the ugly amount of dead bodies and wandering souls. At Heart Row, she immediately spotted the problem, it wasn’t something you could overlook. Half the street was gone, in its place was a mass of darkness. “COOL!”, Egypt exclaimed, pacing to  the edge of the black hole, his brother grabbed him by his collar, pulling him back and scolding him, “You keep right here, your light brown ass ain’t going near that”, he said sternly. “I’ll be all right!”
Cloud looked at Violet, “Explain?”
She read his lips, “I’m… not sure. Perhaps it’s because of the distortion in the Script?”
“Because the timeline is so messed up we get a black hole in the ground and losing half a @$&# street?”, he raised his voice in question. “This some freaky foolishness…”, Egypt tried getting close to the black hole but Cloud pulled him backwards. They gazed into the abyss, it made eerie sounds that sounded close to whispers.

Although, not close to the edge, some force had pushed them. All three fell into the dark hole, Cloud got a glimpse of a woman with butterflies surrounding her. He cried out a name as they dropped to the bottom.


Cloud called his shadow Puppet, it stretched between the walls that seemed to be closing in on them, Cloud and the others had descended into the black abyss. “W-What happened!?”, Violet uttered. “We’re we pushed?”
“Obviously…”, Egypt peered over the edge of the mesh. “Bro, there’s a white light down there”, he averred. “Don’t go near it, I’ll climb up”, Cloud stood and tried to desperately climb the walls. He didn’t make it far as the walls were slick like grease and fell back down. Egypt looked at his brother smugly, he pointed downwards to the shining light below. Violet was looking at Cloud sternly, he turned to her and said, “What?”
“You reached… Do you, know them?”, she talked slowly. He gave a nervous chuckle, “nope, it did look like someone I knew””
“Tell me”, she demanded. “No…”, he smirked. “You don’t need to know tha–”
“He had an ex girlfriend in high school who was a psionic, a Clover–“, Egypt was delivered a slap across the head. “You shut up the remainder of the day”, he told. “Speaking of Day, I wonder what time it is?”, said Violet, completely dismissing the subject much to Cloud’s delight. “What time was it before we left?”, asked Cloud but Violet pretended not to notice his lips moving. He signed her instead and she turned her head.

Egypt sat in between the two, feeling an awkward chill on his shoulders. “Sure is cold…”, he stated, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “If I told the truth would you bare it?”, Cloud spoke to the wall. “Does it matter?”, he looked at Violet. “DOWN!?”, Egypt shouted. “We can’t stay up here forever!”

Snapping out of his feelings, he tapped the puppet, it wrapped them into a ball and dropped down. When they come to the ground, the puppet uncovered, Violet was the first to dash off, causing Cloud to chase after her, “Baby, don’t run off!”, he cried.
While they went the opposite way, Egypt looked down another hallway that was black. He looked backwards for the other two, “Guys, your going… the wrong way…”


“Violet!”, Cloud called. He stopped chasing, kneeled down to the ground and grabbed her shadow by the ankle. “Stop!”, she read his lips. “Tell me!”, she yelled. “I’m not going to argue with you”, he said gently. “Your always like this and I don’t see why. I’m not leaving, I promise I’ll tell you once we’re out of here, okay?”
She looked at him, he held out his hand and she reluctantly took it. When they looked back; a wall was blocking them. Cloud cursed under his breath, “Egypt”, he muttered. Violet tugged at his shirt, she pointed down the hallwaHe looked at her, “Vibrations…”, she pronounced.id.

“You feel that all the way down there?”. She nodded, she pushed his hand against the wall. He felt the vibrations, a pattern, boom–boom–boom boom–boom, he yelled out the pattern, “Do–Re–Do–Mi–Mi”

“Is that the music?”, he wondered. HeHe echoed what she said, Violet urged him to follow, pulling at his shirt.he two ran down the hall, following the vibrations.


Egypt came to a 3 way Intersection. The route straight ahead had a broken arrow, the left path had an X, the right path said ‘Trust me’, by his own logic and from the various movies he watched. The passive path led to the aggressive; in the sense, the ‘Trust me’ Sign was pointing him in death. The broken arrow sign could have been tampered with, he picked up the arrow and called his Shadow Puppet, “Mimi, Arrow?”
‘Es broken’, said Mimi. ‘With… Hands’
“Down the X path we go then”
‘Yeah!’ Mimi cheered. She spoke spanish that Egypt barely understood. She was a pink and black, bottle headed puppet with sharp pointed teeth. Nubby hands and Egypt dressed her in Victorian styled dresses.

Egypt went down the X path; halfway through, there was a long pole between the gap in the floor.
‘Careful’, Mimi said frantically, ‘Lava, es hot’
“Lava is hot? All right, I’m going to teach you English. Mimi, say IS”
“No, IS. ‘I… S'”

“Damn it…”, he didn’t try any more, he also didn’t mind when she told him about the lava; he could see clearly that there was a hump in the ground. He walked acrossed the fake bridge of lava, the “stick” between the path was just a plain slice of wood. He plucked it up, threw it up in the air and caught it again. ‘Fall’
“Why, yes, Mimi. We call that gravity”
‘Hehe’, the puppet laughed hysterically. ‘Fall. You.’

The floor below Egypt gave way, he found himself going down again. Mini grabbed his shoe, her body stretched out becoming twice the size of the puppet she was. “Good Puppet!”, Egypt huffed.  ‘Vibrations’, Mimi said. ‘Clock… Reset… Button’
“Hm? Reset button? Mimi, drop me”, he told. Mimi shook her head, ‘Familiars… Here… Below’
“Drop ME”, he commanded. Mimi had no desire to let him go but she also couldn’t disobey, as she let go, she dropped with him. He landed on his feet with a thump, he looked at his surroundings.  Blood on the ebony colored walls, lava dripped down from the ceiling but did not burn or was it going up?

Mimi stood 7 foot tall, black skin, and pronounced red lips. She grumbled, “where is it Mimi?”, Egypt questioned. ‘In… The walls…’, she tensed up her words. Drool dripped from her lips, she was turned on to hear Egypt say go fetch. She drove her head into walls, clawed at the remaining bricks that blocked her from her meal, finally she found it. She grabbed what she believed was a fleshy hand. She turned to Egypt, a distraught look and shock in her eyes. She held the skeleton back to Egypt, who immediately saw the chain around the skeleton’s neck. Diamond with a heart cut attached to a gold chain. He felt about his neck and took off his necklace, the same Diamond with a heart cut. How? “This is… Mine…”
Mini crawled at a boulder way in the back of the cave, there was a hand underneath it with a locket, the hand clasped a note, she got hold of it and brought it back to Egypt. ‘Read’, she pressed her head against his shoulder. He read the line as told.

Do not kill S/He or else the timeline will never move on. The loop will continue along this specific day, July 4, 2012. This is The Broken Hourglass route. Everything lost, resides here, if you have fallen then L—–sia pushed you in.

“Why am I not surprised”, Egypt huffed as he shoved the paper into his pocket. “Might need that. Now, how do we get out?”


Violet hummed the vibrations beat, she wrapped her arm around Cloud as they walked down the never-ending hallway. He looked up towards the ceiling, rocks were falling on to his shoulder. “Violet, how far?”, he signed. “Twenty more steps”, she signed back. Cloud huffed, he was mostly occupied with his brother. The brothers haven’t been separated since birth so this was hard on Cloud. Their childhood was a difficult one, being Psionics, hate thrown at them, he was… Clingy with his brother. Violet called it unnatural; comparing it on an incestuous level, which he hated her for that but she just didn’t realize.
If it came down to a Saw movie, she just didn’t know, he’d thrust her into a tank of piranhas to save him from getting cut in half. He considered at times, he paid too much attention to Violet and not enough towards his younger brother. He did love her, or at least he believed he did; he questioned it more than he should.

In all his thinking, Violet was pulling his shirt for attention. “Watch!”, she said in her nasal tone. He took the watch from her, a golden circle watch with a silver key chain, the keychain was broken however and he wondered what and why. It seemed like a regular watch until he accidentally pressed the button on the left of it. A surge went through his body and an image was shown.

Don’t let me fall Cloud!
Drop her! You have to!

It was his brother’s voice and Violet’s shouting at him. He was holding her arm for dear life and for a moment, he could virtually feel as if he was right there, contemplating on dropping her. He snapped back to reality, Violet’s head tilted, “Cloud?”

“Throw it away”, he shoved the watch back into her hands. “Don’t push the button just throw it away”
“What did you see?”, she prayed him. He thought of a lie, “My death…”, he said with the most serious expression. “I was hanging from a cliff and you were too weak to pull me up”, he didn’t mention Egypt was there as well, trying to get him to let go of Violet.

“Your… Your going to die?”, her voice cracked.

I lied… I don’t want you to die. I want you to live. Or did he, he contemplated years ago in her death. His wish was coming true and he couldn’t bare it.


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