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             Michael McCormick
                          By Nakardian
 
 
                            Chapter Two 
 
 
 
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 tail.

   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
9th 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 Beretta.  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?

   The next was a real prize.  It looked like the one that KD wore when she
left the house, but this one was completely new.  It was a full-length
black leather trench coat.  For some reason, the memory of KD telling me
that my body now regulates itself to the perfect temperature no matter the
conditions.  In other words, I would never get too hot, even wearing the
damn thing in the dead of summer.  Getting odd looks would probably be the
norm however.  Sliding that coat on gave me a little thrill, I must admit.
For years I had envied the coat that KD always wore since it was a boy's
trench coat.

   I almost missed it when I closed the bag back up.  Catching a glint of
ivory made me pause.  Looking into the duffle, I didn't bother to stifle a
gasp as seen the visions of beauty that were in the duffle bag.  There were
two MK23 SOCOM .45 semi-automatic pistols in a shoulder rig that were in
that bag.  The shoulder-rig was midnight black leather and was beautifully
made.  It also had places that held spare clips-six in all.  I knew it was
six because of the fact that there were six spare, fully loaded clips
inside them.  The ammunition were the favored of gun nuts everywhere-hollow
points.  The rig itself had a buckle that went across the upper chest and
two holsters under each arm.

   It took only a few moments to take off the trench coat, strap the
pistols down and then throw the coat back on.  It was during this time that
I thought about how much my life had changed since killing the dumb ass in
the school yard.  I never would have dreamed that I would become immortal
and have mental abilities that would make sci-fi geeks drool.  I stopped a
moment when I was completely dressed and packing enough weaponry to start a
small war.  It came to me then that I had not seen one nurse or doctor
since I had woken up.  Wondering if KD had been keeping them away, I picked
up the duffle bag and headed for the door.  I had no intention of staying
in the hospital longer than I had to.  Being the type that hated to be
confined, I moved my ass until I was out the door.

   Once in the hallway, I spotted KD leaning against the wall.  My sister
looked me up and down and quirked her lips appreciatively.  "Can we please
get the fuck out of dodge now, Sis?  You know how I feel about medical
places like this." KD just shook her head with a little exasperation.  "I
can still remember when you were four and in the emergency room with a
busted arm and you kept screaming at the doctor, Get the fuck away from me
you freak!  as loud as you could.  I thought it a little funny that the
more pain you felt, the madder you got and the harder you fought.  It ended
up that four nurses had to hold you down and they gave you a shot to knock
your little ass out!" she stated with a snicker.  I know I must have had a
sheepish look on my face when I heard that.  I really didn't know why I
hated hospitals so much.  Even back then, almost ten years ago, I still
hated the fucking place.  I think I just hated anyplace where they could
get that close to you with a needle legally.  Then there was the smell of
disinfectant.  The only reason it smells like that is because of all the
viruses on every damn thing in sight that they have to swab down. 
Everything from the flu to gangrene was in one fuckin' building.  So, no,
it was not my favorite place to be-even if KD said that I was now immune to
diseases.

   "Yeah, well, I'm older now."

   "Ah," she stated a little condescendingly.  "But are you wiser now? 
That's the question," she stated with an amused smirk.

   "Awww, shuddup, would you.  Let's just get out of here.  Do I need to
sign out of here?"

   "Nope.  I made every nurse that has seen or heard of you completely
forget about you.  The doctor will too, as soon as he erases all
information on you that is in the computer," KD told me a little smugly,
like she was proud of herself.  I didn't blame her a bit.  That was a damn
cool trick that she played.

   "Good, let's get the fuck out of here."

   _________________________________

   To my utter surprise, KD did not take us home.  She took us to a
suburban area that was about five miles from our house.  It was a good
looking, five bedroom home that we pulled into.  The place was two stories
tall and actually had a goddamn white picket fence.  The house was painted
a light beige color that looked perfect for a white bread, all American
family.  It kind of made my stomach turn.

   KD must have seen my face because she chuckled lightly.  "Yeah, it kind
of made me sick too, when I bought it.  However, it will serve its purpose.
It will make it so that we do not attract too much attention.  We will need
privacy when we start your training."

   I arched an eyebrow.  "Training?"

   "You don't think it will all be instinctive do you?" she asked a little
incredulously.  "I mean, your damn good at Martial Arts because you have
been training since you turned four, just like me.  You can shoot straight
with a pistol because mom taught all of her kids too.  However, you have no
training in urban warfare with pistols and assault rifles," she paused at
that point, I guess to let it sink in.

   Then she started again before I could say anything.  "Then there are
your telepathy abilities.  That will likely take months to get you to the
level I want you at, and that is adding in your intelligence level. 
Unfortunately, I can only train you to a certain point because I am only a
level 12 and any psion with half a brain can sense you have the power of an
untrained Master Psion.  However, I have contacted a friend to train you on
the higher levels of your potential."

   "Enough of this though.  Let's show you the house that I bought last
week.  Mom wants us to stay here while you train so the twins will not
stick their noses in the way.  It's a lot better on the inside than the
disgustingly holier-than-thou outside," she finished with sarcastic humor.

   "God I hope so," I mumbled as I climbed out of the car.

   My boots thudded on the concrete driveway as I stepped from the '68
Mustang that my sister drove.  Shaking my head at how goddamn crazy my life
was getting, I shut the door gently-not wanting to get bitched out by my
sister for harming her baby-and then I followed KD into the light that the
porch light was giving off.

   After she opened the door, I walked into the entryway and then into the
living room.  Black leather furniture was spread out and it looked
supremely soft and inviting.  Then there was the sixty inch TV that was
mounted on the wall.  There were also huge racks of DVDs and music on each
side of the TV.  The carpet was a soft grey that looked kind of good.  At
least it wasn't white.  Mom used that color for a total of six months and
quit because she had to clean that carpet all the damn time.

   The walls were stained wood and gave the place a country feeling that
was more than a little relaxing.  There were two leather sofas in the room
that had enough room for four people to sit in them easily.  They also
looked as soft as a baby's bottom.  The two recliners in the room also
looked very soft and they were also very big.  The room was so large that
the furniture was spread out without being bunched together completely.

   "C'mon, Mickey.  Let your Sis show you your new pad."

   That startled me more than a little.  "What do you mean, my pad?"

   She looked at me a little weird when I asked that.  Then her face
cleared instantly.  Slapping her forehead, she spoke a little sheepishly.
"Damn.  I forgot to tell you the specifics and you drew your own
conclusions."

   "Eh?" I asked intelligently.

   "Sit down on the sofa and I will tell you some things.  Things that may
make you a wee bit mad, sad or happy.  I don't know how you are going to
react."

   Taking a seat on the damn comfortable sofa, I looked at her expectantly
as she sat beside me.  Then she spoke in a soft voice.  "You do not
remember our father, but I remember a lot of him since I was six when he
died and I have a photographic memory even before I was awakened.  You were
still in Mom's belly when he supposedly died in a car crash."

   I caught one word in her sentence instantly.  "Supposedly?"

   "John McCormick was a Psion Master.  The difference between a Psion
Master and a Master Psion is that he made all Psions look like children. 
He could shatter the best mental shields with a simple thought.  More than
that, he was a very powerful Psion Master.  Not just a little bit more
powerful than others of our kind.  Dad was the most powerful on the planet.
He could also take on nine or ten Shadow Masters and win if it was a
physical battle-his martial science was that good.  The man was almost
god-like to the psion nation.  They made him king of the psions for that
exact reason.  His word was law.  Dad didn't need to control their minds.
Ninety percent of the Shadow Nation followed because they thought that he
was wise, very wise."

   "Dad was 760 years old when he disappeared.  The man just vanished into
thin air.  Witnesses say that there was a flash of white light that came
from all over his body that completely blinded everyone that saw it.  When
they blinked to or three times, they noticed that he completely
disappeared. Only his clothes and guns were left."

   "That was thirteen years ago.  After he didn't come back after fifteen
months, Mom decided to do what he told her to do in the chance that he
died. He left a steel box that had a combination on it that only Mom knew.
Inside was a letter that said if she was reading it, then he would be dead.
It had given her detailed instructions that you should become emancipated
when you Awaken your psion abilities.  It also stated that you should have
a house bought that is not part of the Psion Nation."

   "Moreover, it gave complete instructions that I was to be the one that
would train you in the things that all psions should know.  However, it
also stated that a Master should be the one that trains you in the Arts
that only Masters can achieve.  He even gave a list of three candidates
that we should choose from.  He stated very clearly that he believed that
you would be every bit as powerful as he was.  The letter also stated that
you were not to know anything about the Nation or our abilities until you
Awaken.  In addition, since he had the ability to see the future at times,
Mom decided to follow the letter completely."

   "The letter also stated that you were to live in the house that she is
to buy for you for three months at least.  You will do this while training
your psion abilities and going to your regular classes at school.  After
that however, you are to take over Mom's role as the Ruler of Bristow.  You
will be in charge of 250 psions that live here.  It will be a little like
being a Duke like in the old times of England.  The 250 psions will even
call you My Lord."

   I was a little skeptical, but I knew she was telling the truth because I
knew her expressions well.  "My Lord?"

   "That is correct.  It is the law of the Nation that they let the Council
proceed on behave of the Lord in whatever city.  The Council will go into
their heads and change them just a little so that they will give the new
Lord complete loyalty.  Most Psions are True Bred instead .  That means
they were raised in the underworld of psions that is steeped in traditions
and laws."

   I decided to change the subject and talk to her about something that
intrigued me.  "You've said Nation a lot as you talked.  I have no fuckin'
clue as to what you have been talking about.  Can you explain where and how
big this nation is?"

   "Sure thing, kiddo," she stated with a bit of a smirk on her face.  I
glared at her playfully about the kiddo remark.  KD always did know that
annoyed me.

   I motioned with my hands for her to continue.

   "The Nation covers the entire US.  In every state, there are three major
Cities that have Lords-Master Psions that rule.  Their word is complete law
when it comes to their city-unless the king of the psions tells them to do
something.  However, there is no King yet.  There will be no king until you
have reached your 21st birthday and then you will take over.  I think that
if I was standing up, I would have fucking fainted on the spot.  What is it
with me and getting shock out of the brain?  I couldn't even begin to have
that much power over so many people.  It rocked the foundations of what I
figured my life would be like.  I finally said fuck it and changed the
subject...for now anyway.

   "Tell me a little more about these psion abilities."

   "First let me tell you that none of the abilities are in anyway
instinctual.  You are going to have to work to get progress.  There is one
that is instinctual however, once you tap into it.  That is the bodily
functions of course.  You will be able to sense exactly how a Norms (normal
person) body works just by touching them.  You then can change them to look
like anything as long as it's human." She paused a moment and then smirked
slightly.  Well, you can change one thing on your body and that is all. 
Women can change one thing as well.  Can you guess what these things are?"

   She asked with that damnable smirk.  I knew I was going to regret it but
I answered anyway.  "I haven't got a fucking clue."

   "You have complete control over that peanut between your legs that you
call a cock.  You can make it go up and down at will and make it as long
and thick as you want.  Women psions can do the same with their breasts."

   The bitch laughed uproariously as I blushed scarlet.  I truly think that
all sisters come from hell to torment their brothers, I really do.  But the
information behind the barb had me stroked-er, I mean stoked.  Complete
control?  Well, if I ever find a girl I like, I will have the ability to
give her a good time.

   "Anything else I can do automatically?" I asked with a little amusement.

   The blonde smirked at me.  "Nope.  You have to do the rest the hard way,
Mickey."

   "How long would it take?"

   "Thought reading will be easy.  That's automatic.  Shutting them out
will be tricky.  And you have to learn to do that.  Going insane with a
headache is not fun.  The only reason that you aren't reading my thoughts
is because I have a shield that is blocking you out.  If I let it down, you
would feel all my emotions and hear everyone of my thoughts.  It may seem
cool at first but, believe me; it can be damn annoying and painful when you
can't have any peace."

   Having to admit that I hadn't even thought of that angle made me feel a
little stupid.  I could see where she came from however.  That was a big
must that I had to do that.  "How long will it take to build a shield that
will keep the thoughts and emotions out?"

   "It took me three days.  It may be shorter or longer for you.  Everybody
is different.  The main thing you have to do is try hard and listen to me
carefully."

   "Listen to you?  God forbid!" I told her jokingly.

   KD chuckled and moved over to where she had been sitting before.  Taking
a seat, she watched as I sat back down as well.  "I'll teach you starting
now.  The faster you get this, the faster you can go into public.  At the
moment, if you went into public, you would have the thoughts and emotions
of everyone you looked at jumping into your mind.  It is something that
will help a lot in life, believe me, kiddo.  Since you no longer require
sleep, we will do this until you get it right."

   My only thought was, It is going to be a long fuckin' day.

   The funny thing was, I didn't know the half of it.



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