Chapter 2

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound was the first thing that I noticed. It was a steady beep that happened about every second. It seemed awfully damn attuned to my heart too. It reminded me an awful lot of a hospital heart monitor. When my eyes fluttered open, this was very much confirmed. The first thing I saw were the ceiling lights that were inside the ceiling, behind a sheet of hard plastic. The light bulbs they used in places like this were long tubes and I knew from the set up of the lights and the steady beep that I was indeed in the goddamn hospital.

It was about that time that the memories of what happened after school came flooding back. I gasped in shock as the memories rolled over me. How the fuck did I do that? I asked my self in an incredulous inner voice. Other thoughts rolled in as well. Things like asking myself if I truly used mind control on the dipshit. It was so far out of the realm of normalcy that I felt more than a little stupid even considering that it might indeed be a strong possibility.

I didn't much like the thought that I might be going insane, so I stayed away from that part of a possibility. Thinking on the tingly sensation brought the memories back with stark clarity. That was what I thought at first, anyway. It took a few moments, but I soon realized that I wasn't just remembering, I was feeling it again. It was working up my neck and into the back of my head, just like last time. However, there was something different this time.

The tingling sensation itself was markedly different. Instead of just a tingling sensation that was just there and not good or bad, the sensation that I was feeling now was something like the most soothing sensation I could think of. I felt like it completely relaxed me and allowed me to be calm. Moreover, it helped me think much more clearly. It had the same effect of letting everything stand out in stark contrast under my gaze, like I was taking in and remembering every little detail I saw, no matter how small. I noticed that it was perfect retention as well.

In addition, that sensation seemed to completely relax my body without making me sleepy or tired.

The fact was that I felt better, awake and more alert anytime in the thirteen years of my life. It was an odd feeling and although I had never in my life tried methamphetamines, judging by the descriptions of it, I would have to say that at that moment I was just as awake as if I had done two lines of crank. I mean, by the way that I felt, I would be up for a long goddamn time.

It was at that moment that I felt something in my hand. I turned my head, idly noticing that I was indeed in a hospital bed and hooked up to a heart monitor that was attached to my finger. On the other hand, I noticed my sister KD was sitting in a chair that was very close to the bed and holding my hand while she watched me intently with her big blue eye eyes. Her beautiful red hair slightly covered her eyes in the front and her long tresses in the back were tied in a pony tale.

Other than that, I would have to say that she looked like shit. No, I was not being mean. It looked like she had not slept in several days judging by the dark circles under her eyes. Her blouse and loose jeans looked very rumpled like she had not changed clothes in days either. She still smelled as nice as usually—she were perfume that smelled like lilac—so I assumed that she had washed the important parts. Altogether however, I had never seen my sister look so worn down and it made me feel guiltier than hell. I knew in my bones that she had not left my side since I collapsed, like she was to me, I was probably the most important person in her life. It was just the way we thought of each other.

The worry in her blue eyes was intense. She also looked extremely relieved at the same time. Two seconds after she noticed me awake, her upper body plastered itself to mine as she attempted to hug me to death. I think that was what she was trying to do anyway, because it became hard to breathe after about ten seconds. KD let up though and I was, thankfully, breathing OK again. There were small tear drop tracks on her face when she pulled back.

"Hey, hey. No crying on my watch, KD. You know that," I joked a little lamely.

Blue eyes finally twinkled when she snorted with amusement and pushed me playfully on the arm. "You dick! Do you have any idea of how worried I was?"

My face softened slightly as I looked at her. "I'm sorry, sis. Yeah, I have a good idea of what it was like. All I have to do is imagine you in this position."

"What happened, Mickey?" she asked me softly, using the nickname she always used when she was emotionally on edge.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, blew it out, and then slowly opened my eyes again. That was a calming ritual I had been using since my 9^th birthday. I spoke to her reluctantly when I opened my eyes. "You would never believe me."

"Can I take a guess at what happened?"

I smirked a little sadly, and replied, "Never in a million years would you get it right."

Arching an eyebrow, she spoke calmly. "You got a tingle that started at the base of your neck, in the brain stem, and moved to the back of your head. You told that dumb shit James to slam his head into a tree and the idiot complied. Afterwards, there was intense pain and you passed out. Close enough?" she replied with an amused smirk.

I shot to a sitting position like I was fired from a fucking gun. My jaw had to be hanging open like the village idiot because I was so utterly and completely shocked right down to my core. My eyes were probably like saucers as I looked at KD. How the fuck did she know that? I thought wildly.

"How the hell did you know that?"

"That, little brother, is a long story. There is a short answer. You wanna hear it?"

"Oh, you bet your sweet ass I do," I told her bluntly.

"You think my ass is sweet?" she asked in an overly innocent voice.

"Um ... I ... Oh, shit." I blushed nine levels of red. KD always got me like that. I was a zero match for her in the teasing department. KD laughed wildly at my face.

"Could you just please tell me what the fuck is going on?" I asked, desperate to change the subject back to the original point.

KD must have had mercy on me because I was in the hospital. She replied easily and bluntly, "I know what happened because I am an Immortal Psion, just as you are. I can read and control human minds just as easily as I can speak words. You are in the hospital for the fact that you are a psion. When you Awakened, as our kind call it, it was too much for you when you were awake. Your Ability overloaded your brain and shut it down—and then completely redesigned it. You, like me and Mom, are not of the human race according to the way your brain works and the rewritten DNA in your body."

KD paused as she swallowed nervously before she began to speak again.

"You can do much, much more than read and control thoughts however. You have the ability to control human bodies that are not even yours. Moreover, you have the abilities of Telekinesis and Pyrokinesis. I imagine you felt better than you ever have when you finally Awakened. In simple words, you have the ability to heal astonish violent wounds automatically and you will never age."

"Not being able to age kind of sucks because you are only thirteen years old. You can change ordinary people's bodies, but you can not change your own. That is impossible for us. Your body heals really fast because of its own violation; you don't even have to think about it. However, you can die from decapitation and being incinerated."

I couldn't say anything for like a minute and a half, I was so goddamn shocked. Understand, I am something of a die hard expert when it came to reading KD's moods, body language and facial expressions. I knew when she was joking, lying and telling the truth. So when I studied her for a minute, I knew with complete certainty that she was telling the truth and nothing but the truth. When I ascertained this little tidbit of information, it felt like my stomach jumped to my throat, the shock was so great. I could do nothing but stare at her as I sat in that hospital bed.

An Immortal Psion. I didn't know what to think. Wondering about what the hell I was truly capable of was very high on my list however. Another thing that was on my mind was something that hurt me down to the quick of my soul. KD knew. She knew and didn't tell me. Why would she have done that to me? What would it have hurt for her to warn me?

I guess she saw the hurt in my eyes or something because her own eyes began to tear up. "Mickey, you have to believe me. If I could have told you, I would have told you. The leader of the Psion Council made me promise to never ever speak about it. They probably wouldn't do anything if I told my brother, but I promised. I-I-I have to keep my word. You know how I feel about that," she spoke and her voice hitched in the effort not to cry.

Two things happened simultaneously when I heard the words that came out of her mouth and saw her tears. The first was simple: I felt like a complete and utter shithead for making my most favorite person in this shitty, hate filled world cry. All my life, I did everything in my power just to see that radiant smile her face was capable of. I would do silly and stupid things that were completely out of character for me just to see her laugh. Yeah, I felt horrible at that moment.

The second thing that happened was that my mind went into complete havoc as it thought of the thousands of possibilities of what little it now knew of psions. Telepathy and Mind Control? I could hardly comprehend what the fuck that truly meant. I had so many fun thoughts about doing sins rush through my mind that I was glad I had a blanket over me—instant hard-on, let me tell you.

I shoved the thoughts of that violently away and focused on something that I could do something about right now. Reaching out, I grabbed KD's hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Relax, Sis. There is nothing in this world that you could ever do to make me care about you less."

She gave a small smile after I told her these words. "Now that you are Awakened, there is so much that I have to tell you. I swear to you that the only things that I kept secret from you are about the United States Psion Council and about being a psion. Then again, there are so many secrets in that category that you might wanna consider being mad at me again," she stated with wry humor.

"Never. I'm sorry I made you cry last time." I stated this with more than a little sheepishness,

She shrugged her shoulders with a grin as she looked at me with twinkling eyes. "I would have felt just like you, Bro. I probably should have told you or hinted so that you would have been prepared. Mom knew that you were going to be a psion the day you were born. Think nothin' of it."

Grinning back was a must as I seen her face light up like that. "Now, tell me just how long that I have been in this torture chamber called a hospital?"

"Aw, Bro, it ain't that bad. And to answer your question, this is your fourth day here. That's why they put the IVs in your arm and shit. It's not like they know that you no longer need water or food unless you just want it," she kidded me gently.

I felt a little shocked when she said that. But when I thought about it, I didn't really feel thirsty or hungry at all. "Are you fucking shitting me? I don't need food or water?"

"I shit you not, Mickey. Well, you do need water about once a month if you work your body really hard, but other than that, you do not require it."

"Goddamn, KD. What have I gotten into and what will the price be?" I asked, more than a little worried. This all seemed way to good to be true. I knew that if a situation looked to good to be true that it usually was, even if I was only thirteen.

"First, let me tell you some things that you probably haven't noticed at all."

I arched an eyebrow at her. "Like what?"

"Have you certain accessories that I am wearing now that I have included you in my mental circle?"

It came to my mind instantly. Under each arm rested a holster that carried when looked to be a 9mm berretta. She had one under each arm. They had pear handle grips that had a dragon etched on them in exquisite detail. They were damn good looking pistols. They were the kind of pistols that were awesome to look at. I also noticed that there were a set of three clips on each side of her hips, attached to her belt.

I had to admit, she looked damn good with those on. How did I not notice that? I asked myself. Those pistols were something that I was damn sure that I would notice, even if I had never fired one in my life.

"I always put out a mental redirection vibe to the room whenever I go anywhere. I just made an exception for you—that is the reason you have only just now seen them."

And I knew right then that she was indeed inside my mind. You know what? I didn't care one iota. I loved her more than life itself and if she wanted to be in my head, she could stay anytime and as long as she wanted. They just didn't make girls as good as my sister and that was too bad. KD was the girl that I measured other girls against. I would never lust after her because she was my sister, but I would always use her as a yard stick when I looked at other girls. If they were not at least half as good, I would not give them the time of day. That is why I have only kissed one girl in my life and that had been a mistake.

I had to laugh as I watched KD. The girl was blushing three shades of an interesting red. Oh, yeah. KD was most certainly listening to the praise I had given her. "What's the matter, Sis? Ya look a little flushed there?"

"Kiss my ass shorty," she groused amusedly. Then she looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. "You really don't mind at all that I look at your thoughts?"

"KD, I've probably spoken to you about 90 percent of the shit in my head and all of that was what I considered important. The other ten percent? That's mostly stuff that I don't care about and is about as important as a pimple on my ass."

KD laughed at that expression. "As eloquent as always, Mickey."

Chuckling I changed the subject. "I want to get out of this morgue they call a hospital. Any idea where I can get some clothes that don't have my ass hanging in the breeze, like the hospital robe I am wearing?"

"Matter a fact I do."

With that statement, I watched her bend over and reach under the hospital bed, bulling out a duffle bag. Laying it on the bed beside me, she got up and started towards the door. "I'll leave you alone so I don't have to see your wee-wee when you change," she told me in a little girl voice. Of course, I blushed the nine shades of red. In typical style, she was paying me back for making her blush moments ago.

Shaking my head, I watched the door shut.

I climbed out of bed and then I unzipped the huge, four foot long duffle bag. There were brand new clothes in it that looked like they had just been bought. Two sets of clothes, as a matter of fact.

There was a pair of black and baggy wranglers. I liked them like this so that I could defend myself without wearing skin tight pants. The shirt that went with them was a black t-shirt advertising Nickelback's new CD Dark Horse. It was also more than loose enough to swing my arms and use my hands easily in a fight. Yeah, I'm thirteen and always thinking of shit like that. I think that I mentioned a little bit at the beginning how abnormal I am in the thinking area. After all, how many 13 year old boys do you know that automatically look for the perfect spot to cripple or kill someone if they annoy them?