The Power He Knew Not
Chapter 1
Copyright© 2004 by Draconis Warlock
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nathan Blake discovers that there is an entire socity of Psionics that he knew nothing about. That is until his long lost family friend brings him back into the fold, just as a war is brewing.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Mind Control
Nathan Blake stood in his room-well, it was about to be his old room-with a calm expression on his handsome features. In the ten years that he had been in foster care, this was his seventh home. It had been this way ever since his parents died in a car crash when he was four and he had no relatives to take him into their home.
The room he was currently sitting in was filled with boxes. Ninety percent of them were filled with books. There must have been hundreds of them. He had collected them throughout his seven year stint in foster care. There was damn near a book on everything a person could think of and he had read them all. His favorite was science fiction.
The old couple that he was living with was alright, but they were getting a little too old to put up with him. Nathan really did try his best with this couple, because they were so nice. But he guessed that his best was not good enough. He really didn't see what the problem was. He spent most of his time in his room reading his books and on the computer that his fifth foster care parent bought him. It was boxed up as well.
Ah, his computer. It was his pride and joy, not that he was a hacker or anything. The last thing he wanted was to go back to juvenile hall. However, it was the software on the computer that sparked the fourteen-year-old boy's imagination. It had voice recognition language software for Spanish, French, German and Latin. He had already learned Spanish, French and German fluently, but he was still working on Latin.
Not for the first time, the boy wondered just what the hell was wrong with him. He had decided long ago that most of the horror stories that a person hears about foster care were untrue. He had never been abused. He tried to be polite, he really did. However, the simple fact was that he didn't like being around and talking to people. He would much rather be by himself. That and he had the bad habit of saying exactly what was on his mind at the time when he was annoyed.
About the only time that he went to town was to watch other people have a good time. He could have joined them if he wanted to. After all, he was fairly good looking. Not that he was bragging, but he was rather intelligent. He had jet black hair that always seemed to be untidy and eyes that were so dark brown that they could sometimes be mistaken for black from a distance. Not to mention that he was naturally fit. There were just two problems with Nathan Blake.
He had severe trust issues and was extremely violent if provoked in the slightest.
Some would call him feral if he were an animal.
That was just his nature. It was also what got him put in juvenile hall for a year. A boy at school punched him dead in the face just for the hell of it, and because he was a known bully. The only thing the bully got for his troubles were two broken teeth, a fractured leg and cracked skull, from where Nathan beat his head into the pavement. This was surprising since the bully was twice his size. Nathan didn't know any Martial Arts, he just hit where he knew it would do the most damage. It caused quite a stir at the school.
Nathan got a year and a half in juvenile hall for using excessive force.
Nathan wasn't all that big. He stood about five foot seven and didn't have bulky muscles because he didn't work out. However, what muscles he did have stood out in stark relief. Moreover, this confused the hell out of Nathan because he knew that it just wasn't natural-not without working out anyway. However, he always pushed this detail to the back of his mind and tried not to think of it. He considered himself abnormal enough as it was.
The fourteen-year-old (fifteen tomorrow) just wished he knew who was supposed to come pick him up. Not only that, he wondered why the hell they would want to adopt a fifteen year old, when they could get a baby or a toddler. It made absolutely no sense and it was totally illogical.
Nathan hadn't even met the couple yet. A person from the DHS brought over the adoption papers and strongly urged him to sign them. He did find out their names, though.
Sara and Clyde Walker.
He did learn a few things from the DHS representative. The couple had two daughters, thirteen and fourteen, and were extremely wealthy. Thy lived close to Jasper, New York, which was a pretty big town, and they decided they would rather have a teenager than a baby. That was it. Nothing else. Zip. Nada. But Nathan was feeling reckless that day and signed the papers anyway.
Nathan was brought out of his musings by a vehicle pulling into the driveway of his old foster parents' house. Well, this is it, he thought grimly. Not wanting to seem too eager, Nathan stayed in the small room. It was a tactic he had learned long ago; let them come to him first. Let them show their hand before he showed his.
No matter what, he was still suspicious. Why would they want to adopt me?
Now he heard footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like only one person, instead of the two that he was expecting. Nathan knew that it was every foster brat's dream to be adopted by rich parents, but he always thought that it was a little late in the game for him. Usually it was that way for any fourteen-year-old boy.
Maybe they want a sire for their daughters, he thought with a bit of lewd humor. He scolded himself immediately, though. If they were nice enough to take him in, then the least he could do was show the proper appreciation.
It was kind of strange that the footsteps just stopped at the front of the door and no knock came yet. Maybe the person is having second thoughts, his mind replied as he walked over and sat on the bed to wait for whomever it was to knock.
Sara Walker was extremely nervous as she walked down the hall where the old woman had said the boy's bedroom was. She and half the Psionic nation had been searching for him for the past ten years. Some wanted to take care of him; some wanted to kill him outright, before his power manifested.
Psionics were a rare breed and there were only about one hundred thousand in the entire world, give or take. They all worked behind the scenes so that the Normals would have no ideas as to who or what they were. They had their own rules. Moreover, if they did find out, Mind Manipulation was something that Psionics were very good at; they could make the Normals forget anything they saw or did very easily.
Sara Walker just stood in front of the door for a moment. She had to admit to herself that she was pretty damn nervous. On the other side of that door was a boy that had the potential to be the most powerful Psionic in the entire world. Moreover, he had absolutely no idea what he was. Therefore, Sara could go about this in one or two ways to break the news to him, because he needed to be told.
She also knew it would be a long road in his training.
Moreover, she was very worried that he would turn her down flat.
She was also very aware that she was going to have to give him some severe proof. With that thought in mind, she screwed up her courage, raised her hand, and firmly knocked three times on the door, hoping like hell that he would not run screaming when she gave him his proof. The Psionic World really needed this boy.
"Come in."
With that, Sara opened the door and walked into the very small room, noticing that everything was already packed and ready to go. Boxes were everywhere. There was one big box with a lid on it that was open and she could see that it was completely full of books, some in French. I guess my sources were right about the fact that he likes to read, she mused.
The next thing she noticed was the overwhelming sense of power that was coming off the boy-and he wasn't even trying to project it. Anyone with even a speck of Psionic ability would know that this boy was already a Master and he hadn't even learned anything about what he was yet. It was almost nerve wracking to be in the same room with someone that was so powerful. A less seasoned Psionic would be scared shitless at this point. However, she had to talk to him and that was exactly what she was going to do.
"Hello, my name is Sara Walker. Do you think that I could sit down so that we could talk?" That's right, start out simple.
"No, go ahead. I have a few questions of my own," Nathan replied, waving at an empty spot on the bed next to him. Sara could not help but notice the severe suspicious glint in Nathan's almost black eyes.
Nathan couldn't help but notice the way Sara looked. She was wearing a snug pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt that showed off a very lovely body indeed, not to mention her lustrous red hair. She was a wet dream for any teenager with half a hormone. However, he wasn't about to let his guard down yet, just because of her looks.
On the other hand, Nathan sensed something about the woman, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was almost as if something was hid in under the surface-something that she was hiding. It was making Nathan more than a little nervous. He didn't know who this woman was, but he knew-although he didn't know how-that she had the capability to be very dangerous if she wished.
However, Nathan knew that she meant him no harm. He knew this for certain. Although, no one knew because he kept it a secret, Nathan had an ability that he didn't understand at all. After a while, he just passed it off to being, maybe, ESP. It was just that if someone meant him harm and were close by, he always knew about it before they even moved. It just seemed he could sense if a person was trouble.
Nathan never told anyone for fear of them calling him a freak.
"Your ability is nothing to be ashamed of, and no one of our kind would call you a freak. You're not the only one with talents." In addition, with a wave of her hand, the door to the bedroom seemed to shut by itself.
Nathan stood up; every muscle in his body was tensed and ready to spring into action. Closing the door with the wave of her hand would not have created such a reaction from him, but reading his private thoughts damn sure would. Although he didn't know it, when he was frightened or angry, his dark brown eyes-that were almost black-went completely coal black. This was the first time it happened, though. In addition, something else happened for the very first time.
A flash of silver went through his eyes for only a split second.
For one split second, Sara Walker feared for her life. "Relax, Nathan. I mean you no harm. I think you would know if I did. You saw how I can manipulate things like the door with my mind; don't you think that I could harm you with the same capability if I wanted to?"
Nathan sat back down on the bed, still looking at the beautiful woman with suspicion in his eyes. "For the record, stay the fuck out of my head," he growled this out in a voice that could barely pass for human as he slowly sat back down on the bed. The strange thing was that he didn't even know how he sounded. It was almost just like a wolf growling, mixed with human speech.
Sara mentally rolled her eyes. He was everything her contacts told her he would be-suspicious, with more than a hint of a violent aptitude. "I give you my word that I will not read your thoughts again without your permission. Fair enough?"
Nathan just gave her a simple nod. "I know that you are not adopting me because you feel lonely and need another child," he told her with subtle sarcasm. "So why is it that you want to take me in-and how did you do the things you just did."
"My, my. You certainly have a lot of questions," she replied with an innocent look.
What she got in return was a flat look that promised to kick her ass out of the room if she didn't tell him what he wanted to know. Nathan wasn't usually so rude, but when the woman read his mind, it pissed him off. Nathan valued his privacy very much.
"Look, before we go any further, I think that we need to clear the air. This will not work if you are hostile the whole time I'm trying to explain."
Nathan sighed, but gave a nod of acceptance, forcing himself to calm down; waiting to hear how she read his mind. He knew the proper terms for the things she did: Telepathy and Telekinesis.
"The reason I used my abilities to close the door with nothing but my mind, and read your mind, was because you never would have believed I could do those things otherwise. You wouldn't have believed me, would you?" Come on, kid. Work with me here.
Once again, he knew that Sara was right. He would have thought that the woman was completely insane if she came in and just told him that she could read minds and move things without touching them. "Yeah, I see your point. I'll agree to a truce and hear you out. So what is so important about adopting me?"
Sara gave a sigh of relief as she saw the boy's tense body relax somewhat.
"What I am about to tell you will be extremely hard to believe, ok? I also don't want you interrupting me while I am explaining either. I will answer your questions at the end, if I can. Even I have to follow some protocol."
Nathan just gave a nod.
"The truth is that I have been looking for you for the past ten years. A lot of other people have as well. There is four reasons that I want to adopt you. The first is that you are a Psionic, just like me. That means that you can manipulate minds and have the ability of telekinesis. Rarely, some Psionics have more than two abilities.
The second reason that I want to adopt you is that you are in danger. There are other Psionics out there with different types, and the same types, of abilities as us and they would like nothing more than to see you dead. In addition, please believe me; they will stop at nothing to see that happen.
The third reason is my husband and I run a school for Psionics on the outskirts of Jasper, New York. We teach them to control their abilities so they are not a danger to their self or anyone else, when their power manifests at the age of fifteen. In addition, believe me, there can be a lot of accidents when teenagers do not know what they are doing.
You have to understand. Telepathy and Telekinesis are not all a Psionic is capable of doing. However, all Psionics have the abilities of Telekinesis and Telepathy. Moreover, there are those that can do more than two things. There are some kids at the school that can control fire and ice, or water and many other things, just to give a few examples. However, none of them at the school can do more than three things.
What I am trying to say is that the third reason is the second most important reason that I want to adopt you. Tomorrow your abilities will emerge. They emerge at thirteen for girls, by the way, but I'm getting of track. You will need to learn to control them. The abilities you have now; like the ability to sense danger, is nothing compared to what is going to happen when you turn fifteen tomorrow.
The fourth and most important reason that I want to adopt you is the simplest. I made a promise to your mother and father, when you were only three years old that if anything happened to them that I would look after you. Well, they died in a car crash and you were never found. It was as if you just vanished off the face of the earth. Now that we have finally found you, I can keep my promise of being your Godmother."
When she finished Nathan could see unshed tears in her eyes. Every one of his instincts was telling him that she was indeed telling the truth. Because of that, Nathan had about a thousand and one questions going through his head. However, he knew there would be time for them later. However, for now, his sensing ability was telling him that he really did have a Godmother. He had family! Even if it wasn't blood relation. Nevertheless, Nathan being Nathan remained fairly calm in his demeanor, save for the slight smile on his face and the twinkling in his dark brown eyes.
Sara shook her head slightly as if to clear away her errant emotions before she spoke. "So, do you believe me, kid?"
Nathan just let out a chuckle. "If you call me kid again, I'm gonna start calling you Old Lady," he replied with amusement. "And to answer your question; I know your telling the truth. It's this kind of sense I've had since I turned eleven."
"Emphatic ability does start earlier than any of the others when it comes to telepaths." What she didn't tell him was that it only started that early with extremely powerful telepaths.
"So what do we do now? Are you still interested in the adoption now that you've heard everything? Would you be willing to attend the School?" Sara asked casually, not wanting to sway his decision with her enthusiasm for having her godson back.
"To tell the truth, I am very interested in getting to know my Godmother and learning at this school you talk about. However, I do have some questions. Do you think you could answer them for me, before we leave?"
I can't believe how relaxed he is around me since he found out I'm his godmother, she thought a little fondly. Her husband always said she was a softy. "I promise you that I'll answer what I can."
"First of all, by the way you talk; you already seem to know what my abilities will be. What are they and how will I be trained-that is if you can tell me."
Ah, well. This is the part where he will freak out or he will accept it. "Yes, I can tell you. However, are you sure you want to know?"
Nathan nodded his head quickly. "It's always wise to know what you are getting into."
"Well, first off, let me tell you what a Psionic Scanner is. This is someone that can tell current and future abilities. When you were born, your father took you to him to see if you had any talent and it turned out you had quite a bit. I remember your father was so proud..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the past, but she seemed to snap back just as quickly.
"Anyway, the Scanner said that you would have Telepathic and Telekinetic abilities like your mother and father, but you would also have something else..."
At this point, Nathan saw that his Godmother was rather reluctant to tell him something. She had a rather pensive look on her face as she looked at him, as if she didn't know if he would take it well or not that he had three abilities. "Just tell me, it can't be that bad. I promise I won't blow up."
"It's sort of funny that you say that. That's your third ability. You can set things on fire and control fire with nothing but your mind. Although, this ability isn't as strong as your others are. You'll also be a LITTLE bit stronger and a little more feral," she said in a rush. Sara had just let him know that he had four abilities. She was just relieved that he wasn't upset about being different from most Psionics.
Nathan sat still for about two minutes with a contemplative look on his face. He was thinking about what the other kids would think since he was so much different from them. However, it didn't bother him much, since he really didn't care what most people thought. That was just his nature.
"Can you tell me how the training goes for Telepaths? That seems like the most interesting ability. I can't imagine too many people allowing me to fuck with their head."
This could be tricky. "Again, you might not like the answer." She just got another arched eyebrow for that comment. "Ok, you asked. We get street kids that have a horrible life, or young criminals, and use them. Each Psionic is allowed two Followers.
What I mean by Followers is that you will completely rewrite their personality to one that you like. Although, trust me, most of them are much happier this way. We make our selections very carefully. You mostly go by looks when you choose them. You have to remember, Nathan, our society is very different from what you are used too."
Then Nathan said something that completely surprised her. "I don't care, just as long as I can make them happy. You're judging me by Normal People standards. In case you haven't noticed, I am not normal," he replied with a dry chuckle.
"So you're ok with this."
"I'm as right as rain about it." Then he looked a little pensive. "I am a little worried about the feral aspect of my abilities emerging, though. I really don't want to hurt someone just because it's one of my abilities."
"You shouldn't worry too much about that. I doubt that you'll change much; only a little."
"If you say so."
"Now, if our talk is over, are you ready to get the show on the road and start packing things out to my truck?"
"Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here. I'm ready to see the school." Moreover, I am definitely ready to get some good-looking Followers, he thought with a grin.
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