I now come to a point in my life where I decide that; Iâ€™m going to help people with my abilities, but not just enjoy time; getting the best out of every situation. â€œI am not that a bad person.â€ I say whispering. â€œIf someone else has had this ability that I have, heâ€™d have killed people.â€
|The MasterMind by Emmanuel Freeman|
These are the thoughts proceeding out of that dovelike mind of the girl. Digging deeper, I fetch her name. â€œOkay there we have it.â€ I say, walking closer to where she is sitting. â€œIrene, are you a waitress here!â€ With a bold expression, I pass a smile while meeting eyeball-to-eyeball with her. â€œDo I know you somewhere,â€ she says with a stutter. â€œUm, how do you know my name.â€ She continues, speaking with utter confusion that displays on her face. â€œI am Hunter. Nice to meet you Irene,â€ I say with a smile. â€œAre you a waitress in this restaurant?â€ â€œUm, itâ€™s confusingâ€¦â€ she says with a sigh. â€œIâ€™m sitting here waiting for the manager of the restaurant. Iâ€™m here to present my application to him.â€ â€œThatâ€™s interesting.â€ I say, now sitting at her side. â€œI came here to grab a cup of coffee, wouldâ€™ve been glad if you were the waitress to do the serving.â€ Interestingâ€”praising a lady; and desiring to make friendship. Of course, with my ability, I am selective, so I donâ€™t praise or draw close to any one I get to read possesses nasty thoughts. â€œYou must be Hunter, right.â€ She says pausing. â€œI donâ€™t remember meeting you anywhere. Explain how you know my name!â€ â€œHey! I was one year ahead of you in Greenfield College,â€ I say, exploring her mind to get free info I am free to gather. â€œI know youâ€™re a valedictorian also.â€ â€œI guess Iâ€™m popular than I actually thought. Thank you for remembering my first name. I am glad, youâ€™ve really surprised me.â€ â€œNot your first name only Irene, your surname too.â€ I react pompously, realizing I can know anything I set my mind to know. â€œYou must be Irene Sanders.â€ â€œYou are a genius!â€ She says spontaneously, â€œwas I your crush at school?â€ â€œOf course,â€ I say stuttering. â€œShall we have a drink together.â€ Immediately, I use my advantageous ability to read her mind that instant. I like this guy, but I wouldâ€™ve preferred a full-blown meal rather. â€œExcuse me â€”â€ I choke. â€œUm, shall we have a meal rather. After all, we might be waiting for the manager for god knows how long.â€ â€œOh really; Iâ€™d prefer a cup of coffee rather.â€ â€œI insist. For knowing your full name, please?â€ I beg. She smiles, impulsively showing her dimples. â€œYes, for knowing my full name I agree to take a meal with you.â€ I immediately signal a waiter to serve us a high-priced rice dish. I now want to know the thoughts of the manager to know if Irene is to be lucky or not to be lucky. But after chatting after three hours in the restaurant alone with Irene, I realize heâ€™s still not in yet. â€œIrene, what if you let go of waiting for the owner of this restaurant. Itâ€™s been over three hours chatting with you, but he seems not to have showed up.â€ â€œI understand, but things are getting out of hands for me at home. My mom struggles to take care of me, and at my age it is humiliating if I sometimes think about it.â€ â€œYou just finished college. Your mom might even not be bothered, you know?â€ I suggest, hoping to calm her down. â€œHow do you know, do you read minds?â€ She asks inquisitively. â€œMinds?â€ I ask. â€œWeird, right,â€ she says. â€œYou canâ€™t know if my mom is bothered about the issue of taking care of me for 20 years, so allow me to search for a job.â€ I can leave, but I just feel I am to serve the world by the use of my gift even if it is going to be one at a time. Irene has a good heart and spirit, she deserves happiness and peace of mind. So, I decide I am chatting with her until the manager shows up at the restaurant. Maybe, I can persuade the manager in a certain direction to allow Irene get the job she seeksâ€¦ or who knows, I might become a friend of Irene, and find another waitering job she seeks close by, just to make her happy. â€œAre you not going to leave,â€ she asks me, appearing to be in so much shock because I stay with her for 5 hours. â€œWe are doing this together my dear,â€ I say with strong assurance. â€œIf you wait for the manager, I wait for the manager.â€ She stares at me in bafflement. â€œCan I be of help?â€ With a slight nod, she consents. 2 We sit together a while longer until one waitress comes smiling towards Irene. â€œLady, the man has arrived, you can meet him now.â€ â€œItâ€™s almost evening, look what youâ€™ve done to my friend!â€ I speak out without controlling myself. â€œHunter, be calm. This is my one-time opportunity for a job, donâ€™t spoil things for me.â€ She says with a stern countenance. â€œAre we coming?â€ the waitress says, cutting in. â€œYes. I am.â€ â€œIrene, I am coming with you.â€ â€œYou are not, I would be back soon.â€ â€œPlease. Just for company.â€ â€œWhy Hunter. You seem to be a botherâ€¦â€ I instantly read her mind now. Iâ€™m nervous even now, how can I not desire to go with someone. â€œPlease,â€ I iterate. Knowing I will by all means win her consent. â€œOkay, I am allowing you to follow me because you waited with me for 5 hours.â€ She says shrugging, â€œsomeway somehow I know you have a good intention for me.â€ The waitress just taps her foot; looking at us. Are they lovers? I read the waitress mind. How could of all different thoughts in the world imagine us to be lovers. â€œYes. Letâ€™s leave now.â€ I say, helping Irene to get up from her seat. She is slightly taller lady than I. Also; sheâ€™s a blonde lady, while Iâ€™m just fair-in-complexion. Together we walk to the managerâ€™s office and the waitress leaves both of us to enter. We enter; Irene and I. Naturally, I fear nothing. And since I can read minds, Iâ€™m just sometimes even overconfident. â€œWelcome,â€ says the manager. â€œThis is Mocha restaurant, are both of you looking for a job, or just one of you?â€ â€œIt is I who seeks a job here,â€ Irene says out loud. â€œInteresting, shall we see!â€ The man is a tall looking man, with a husky voice quite biting to the ear. I am impatient; I just want to know his thought, so I can know how I will help direct the interview. In the end youâ€™d not be a waitress. Donâ€™t be deceived. I read sillier thoughts than this, so I can restrain myself not throwing insults at that man. At 21, I suffer much dirtier intents of people than this. â€œMister, I also seek to work here.â€ I finally say. â€œWhy did you not say so earlier?â€ He does not know why, of course. I canâ€™t make Irene have this waitress job, she may never end up doing; itâ€™s unfair receiving a trickery like this. Iâ€™ll work out another job for her. Sometimes, I openly destroy bad opportunities from coming peopleâ€™s way; but sometimes too, when I know it would hurt the fellow really bad, I use underhand means to avoid the bad situations from happening in peopleâ€™s lives. â€œHunter, you must be joking!â€ Irene yells. â€œI knew you also wanted this job. There was something eerie about the way you were willing to stay with me for 5 hours.â€ I must have been wrong admiring this gentleman. This thought from her pop into my mind, off-guard. I feel deeply hurt when my actions make people think wrongly of me. All the same, I know I have time at my side, and I can change matters for the better. â€œIrene, I made my mind to ask for a job when I entered the room.â€ â€œSuch a hasty decision. How, Hunter.â€ â€œWait, I thought you were siblings or maybe, lovers.â€ â€œHe â€”â€ â€œIf that is the case, I would have separate interviews. I would begin with Irene. So Hunter, I think you must go outside.â€ I feel like I should cry now. Should I not lend a helping-hand to her, I wonder. Irene is also feeling sad. But I know I have to leave, so without waiting, I briskly walk out of the room, standing outside. â€œThis has been a total waste, trying to help someone!â€ I yell, and return to sit at Ireneâ€™s seat at the corner of the restaurant. â€œIrene is not going to work here.â€ I sometimes imagine, how I can be more helpful with my abilities. From the time I get to be born; living as an orphan, I never tell anyone about my abilitiesâ€”that I am a mind-reader. Burdens of hearing nasty, profane, and pure thoughts altogether keep running into my mind at the speed of lightning. But no one knows this. So I sit, waitingâ€¦ for Irene to show up out of the room. A few minutes later; she comes smiling. She sees me sitting at her place previously, however, she just looks daggers at me and departs out of the restaurant. â€œHey!!â€ I yell. â€œYouâ€™re just leavingâ€¦â€ I rush to join her, knowing my words would make no impact. â€œYou told me you want the job too,â€ she says. â€œItâ€™s your turn, go see him.â€ â€œAre you going to do the job?â€ â€œHe tells me Iâ€™d first work at his house, where I will go through a training process; if I pass, he will bring me here.â€ she says. â€œYou trust he would bring you here?â€ I ask slowly. â€œYes. Why do you ask?â€ Immediately, the manager of the restaurant comes to us. â€œHey, gentleman.â€ He says. â€œYou canâ€™t delay so much. I reject your offer to work here.â€ â€œYou canâ€™t be serious.â€ I say. â€œIrene is not working here!â€ â€œHey!â€ Irene says. â€œShut up!â€ â€œOkay. That would be up to her,â€ he reacts with a simple smile. â€œYes. That would be up to her.â€ I repeat him. â€œDamn it!â€ I say finally, as he leaves our presence. Irene is not looking so happy right now. But I just want to help, though she does not know that. â€œHow could you do that,â€ she says. â€œTell me the truth, you seem to confuse me. Did you come here for a job also; why did you even tell him I would not work here?â€ â€œSorry Irene, I lost control.â€ I say sighing. â€œYou may work if you want to.â€ I know I do not mean what I am saying, considering that I donâ€™t want her working at the restaurant. But I just have to make an effort to turn her happy again. â€œAbout the work offer he declined, I think if you speak to him he may make some room to consider you.â€ I nod passively. â€œLook, can we go somewhere. I would like to show you something, Irene.â€ â€œA surprise?â€ she asks. â€œI would be very much delighted to see it!â€ We hug; then we progress further, far from where the restaurant is. I want to surprise her with a little of the magic my mind-reading ability can do. 3 â€œWhere are you taking me?â€ she asks with fright. â€œThe casino, Irene.â€ â€œHave you play cards before.â€ â€œI am not good at that, are you?â€ She asks. â€œCan you teach me.â€ â€œLetâ€™s go betting. I have a few bucks in my hands, letâ€™s see how we can make magic out of that.â€ â€œPlease donâ€™t lose your money because of me.â€ I feel like reading her mind now, so this is what I do. I am going to kill him if he loses. And thatâ€™s for wasting my time. I chuckle lightly. â€œWhatâ€™s funny?â€ she asks â€œMe, laughing,â€ I deny. â€œItâ€™s me, right?â€ She takes a quick look at her body, examining if something somewhere is wrong. â€œYouâ€™re perfect Irene, I was not laughing.â€ I decide from now Iâ€™m not to read minds; even by her suspicions, I may make her think I am making fun of her body or teasing her. We are having a good time, and I just want to save that feeling until we get to the casino. â€œLet us consider Bluebird Casino,â€ I suggest. â€œNot a bad choice, but that is only if youâ€™ll win.â€ I smile, not commenting as we progress further. Soon we land at our spotted-site. It is evening and the place is full, with lights and music decorating the place to look more attractive. I take her by the hand, getting myself ready to perform my magic. I have also to tell myself not to abuse this mind-reading ability, but be within the limits of not-behaving-so-bad. So I decide I will not make millions at the casino, but just a few thousand dollars; of which is enough to impress her. â€œOkay, Irene; I would play the cards and you would do the support.â€ I say braggingly. â€œConsidering that youâ€™re winning and rather not losing.â€ â€œYou are right. Winning!â€ I take my playing cards against my opponent. I here hold advantage in two ways: knowing his next move he anticipates to take as he plans in his head, and; knowing the card numbers he utters to himself as he gazes at his cards. This is double advantage; and I intend to rip him off to the core of his bones. As we play a succession of 11 games, of which I win 10 and intentionally lose one, Irene jumps and turns the whole casinoâ€™s attention on both of us: that which I intend to deliberately avoid. â€œHunter; in this last game, should you win we have 100,000 bucks to take home.â€ I have now 10,000 bucks reaching the limits where I intend to get to. â€œYes, I win this; and we make 100,000 bucks!â€ I say, losing my head. He draws his last playing card, hoping the last card in my hands is a wrong card. Intentionally; I draw out my card, pulling out a wrong card. â€œDamn you Hunter!â€ Irene says. â€œWe could have made 100,000 bucks and even more. How could you?â€ â€œMy magic failed I guess.â€ I say pouting. â€œI am done with this game, I donâ€™t want further losses, Irene.â€ â€œYes, letâ€™s go!!â€ She says agreeing. â€œAre you leaving?â€ Says my desperate opponent who is hungry to hunt more money from me. â€œI think I am done, okay?â€ â€œCâ€™mon letâ€™s bet more!â€ he says, with angry eyes. â€œLetâ€™s bet with our damn money like crazy.â€ â€œIâ€™m done with this,â€ I say, lifting up my hands as a sign of surrender. Irene takes a hold of me and we leave the casino altogether, we instantly lose our bearings, and we turn really crazy. â€œAre you a magician, how did you win 10 games out of 12, and you did so well.â€ â€œYes, had we won the last game we could have ended up with 100k.â€ I say. â€œYes, making 100k and even more than that, had we played more.â€ I am just so happy to make her smile, and it feels so good. â€œSo what is my cut in that,â€ she finally says. â€œAll actually!â€ I say with a funny husky voice. â€œHow, youâ€™re joking.â€ â€œI played this game for you,â€ I say. â€œYou know I staked with just 5 bucks. Take it like me losing 5 bucks, and that is not so much money, Irene.â€ â€œBut. Y-you played?â€ â€œItâ€™s 5 bucks for dinner from me to you.â€ â€œThank you.â€ I have plans to leave this lady, and find more opportunities helping people in many good ways I can. But I want to have her take her hands off looking for work now. And I think itâ€™s a wise decision to have her use that money to take care of herself and her mother. â€œSo are you still going to consider working for that restaurant boss?â€ I ask. â€œI have 10,000 bucks today from a friend, what am I going to do at the restaurant when I have a jackpot with me.â€ â€œMe neither, I am not going to work for himâ€”not a fun thing to do.â€ We laugh like crazy for some time, until she suggests I walk with her to her home. I naturally do not want to hesitate; just in case I have to visit her, during another expedition I may have to take to help good people everywhere in this city. 4 She speaks with me delightfully. â€œCan you see me off, Iâ€™ll be happy if you do.â€ She says trying to pull my hand. â€œWe canâ€™t just part our ways after giving me this chunk of money.â€ â€œOf course, I certainly will.â€ We walk a quarter-of-an-hour and make it to her house. â€œMom, here is my friend Hunter.â€ She says with a smile. â€œHunter, meet my mother Stephanie.â€ Her mom stares at me; head-to-toe and chokes slightly. â€œIrene, when did you start inviting male friends to my house,â€ she says. â€œIs something going on between both of you?â€ â€œNo please, a recent friend I made actually.â€ I say to save her some speech. â€œRecent friend?â€ â€œNot recent actually, he was one year ahead of me at Greenfield College,â€ â€œI see,â€ Mrs. Stephanie says. â€œYou guys were study mates?â€ Things begin getting freakish for me so I decide to peep into her head, so I may stabilize my emotions. â€œMom, can we go inside. We were not study mates,â€ she says giggling. She now pushes me to take the lead into her house as her mom narrowly allows me to enter. â€œHe is a nice guy, no doubt.â€ Mrs. Stephanie says. â€œAnd a calm person also.â€ Irene adds. I control the temptations of having to read minds now, so I just have myself a comfortable seat and wait for what will happen next. â€œIrene, serve him some water; be generous even if we are poor folks.â€ I look sideways just hoping the eyes of her mom never strikes mine. â€œHunter, if I may ask, where do you stay?â€ Her words hit me bad, as I do not want her to ask me such questions. â€œHunter, there youâ€™re!â€ Irene says, placing the water on a table close by. â€œMom, can you spare us some time, please.â€ â€œOkay, Irene, but do let me know when heâ€™s ready to go.â€ â€œYou donâ€™t have to worry about that.â€ Mrs. Stephanie leaves my sight, saving me that uptight situation I feel when she is around. â€œSo there we have it, Hunter.â€ She says with a smile. â€œThis is my home, you can pass by whenever you want.â€ â€œNice place you have.â€ I comment. Her house has a roomy and spacious interior, with the walls being of grey-color, nothing showy. â€œBut one more thing, I wish to know where you stay like my mom asked.â€ â€œMaybe I can also pass by.â€ â€œOf course, of course.â€ I say with confusion. â€œYou must pass by.â€ â€œUm, I stay at an orphanage home,â€ I say. And for this; I am not lying, for thatâ€™s truly my lodgment site. â€œOwned by your parents?â€ â€œNo. Iâ€™ve never seen my parents, Irene.â€ â€œSorry,â€ she whispers. â€œBut where I stay is an annex house, specifically for only me. Not different from what a regular house might be. Iâ€™m sure youâ€™ll like it when you decide to pass by.â€ I say. â€œSo whatâ€™s next?â€ â€œWhatâ€™s next is I am calling my mom, then I see you off,â€ she says with a smile. â€œForget about the first part, I am not seeing your mom, Irene,â€ I request. â€œAll sheâ€™ll do is to ask me further questions.â€ â€œOkay, then letâ€™s sneak out.â€ We quietly walk out of her house, and make it to the street again. She holds her handbag, which has the 10k inside. And about that; I want to be clear with one more thing before leaving. â€œSo Irene, how are you going to tell your mom how you got that money. Would you even tell her at all?â€ â€œI would.â€ â€œHow?â€ â€œI-I tell her you gave it to me,â€ she says. â€œThatâ€™s crazy, she would not believe you!â€ â€œReally, why not?â€ She asks. I would tell her a mayorâ€™s son is my boyfriend. Thatâ€™s by reading her mind. â€œYou are crazy, Irene.â€ â€œWhat do you want me to say?â€ â€œI think friends do not give their friends such an amount of money to take home.â€ â€œBut thatâ€™s not really important. What is important is I have the money, and the life of my mom and I is going to get better than how it is now.â€ â€œOkay.â€ We hug and have a split. â€œWhen would we meet again,â€ she whispers. â€œSooner than you expect.â€ I say. â€œAnd youâ€™ll take me to your home, right?â€ â€œYes.â€ I say, not even sure of myself. So I march, leaving Irene alone I walk on the street alone, with my hands inside my pocket. While I go; I hear and read lots of thoughts, hoping I may draw to any; or rather, accelerate my pace to go to my house. I must rob a bank; I must sleep with that girl; Who says I canâ€™t become the next president; I like to be drunk on a sunny day. Most of these thoughts come from people you never expect them to come from: innocent-looking faces; seemingly weak folks; sleepy faces; and what have you. I have come to realize that faces, does not matter. The thoughts people have, can be deadly all the same. It is an interesting feeling knowing peopleâ€™s thoughts; I wonder if anyone could read mine, somehow. If someone should read my thoughts, I guess I can find out; since he would be thinking about what I am thinking, and stops when I stop. Itâ€™s a crazy feeling to think that someone is crazy like meâ€”reading peopleâ€™s minds. But until then, I think I am the most special person in the entire planet, considering the gift I have. A few blocks away from the orphanage site, a good friend of mine approaches me; a friend I deliberately get to choose after reading his mind for a series of years. We call him Nick. 5 â€œHey Nick, why are you approaching me,â€ I say. â€œAny interesting news while I was away a few days?â€ â€œI miss you,â€ he says. â€œI miss you too,â€ I say. â€œAny interesting story for me to hear?â€ he asks. â€œYou seem to have brand-new stories for me every day while you embark on that expeditionâ€”you say you embark on.â€ â€œYes, I have another story. I think you will like it.â€ â€œWow, I canâ€™t wait to hear it.â€ He says. â€œLetâ€™s get inside my house, okay.â€ What I share with Nick is to release the load of troubles which seems to be a weight to me. Here all these thoughts in peopleâ€™s mindsâ€”I have to share it somehow, maybe in a form of a story. Finally, we get to my house, rightly close to where the orphanage institution is. â€œOkay, Nick.â€ I say, lying on a sofa; opening up my grey shirt. â€ Youâ€™re a really hairy person Hunter,â€ he comments. â€œI thought you knew,â€ I say. â€œCan I proceed.â€ â€œOf course, certainly. I have itchy ears.â€ He takes a seat to hear the news I have to share. â€œImagine an animal saying humans are bad and inhumane for killing so many of its species. As a result of this, thereâ€™ll be an invasion on humans.â€ â€œThis is the weirdest joke, so bad!â€ â€œWhich animal said that.â€ â€œA chicken,â€ I reply. â€œThe world would really be a mess if we could all hear what animals speak.â€ â€œYes, youâ€™re right. And the so-called domestic pets weâ€™ve at our house would have drastically reduced.â€ â€œCrazy, but I think there would be no pets at all. We will hear them saying they have to fight for their rights.â€ â€œAnother story, this was boring!â€ he suggests. â€œThere was a man named Jack, he went to a restaurant to get some food to eat; later he sees a pretty girl, he likes her andâ€”â€ â€œI know whatâ€™s next.â€ â€œWhat?â€ I ask at his interruption. â€œAnd he marries her, just like what we see in the movies.â€ â€œNope!â€ I say. â€œWhy?â€ he comments. â€œCan I finish sharing my story?â€ â€œOkay.â€ He consents reluctantly. â€œThen he speaks to her, then realizes she is a valedictorian. But she needs a job.â€ â€œHow can a top-student girl need a job. Wrong storyline!â€ â€œYouâ€™re right. Wrong storyline,â€ I react. â€œSo the man goes to play a lottery game with her. They win a lottery jackpot, and, umâ€”â€ â€œUm, what?â€ He cuts in. â€œThey live happily ever after?â€ â€œGives all the money to her.â€ â€œAmazing story!!â€ he reacts. â€œDid they marry?â€ â€œThe guy left the girl, so that is how it ends.â€ â€œCrazy Jack!â€ He comments. â€œHe could never have that girl.â€ Anytime I go on an expedition, I share my best encounters in a form of a story. Sometimes I learn lessons from Nickâ€™s reactions without his knowledge. This has been helping me for years, enabling me make wiser decisions each time I influence outcomes of situations. â€œSo Nick, what have been happening while I left?â€ â€œNothing much, but just a striking news I have to say. And it is so painful to utter it.â€ Nowadays, I manage to overcome the feeling of not reading minds even in tense situations. I enjoy surprises, and enjoy the feeling of hearing them rather than readings the secret thoughts people like to carefully deliver. â€œHunter, Iâ€™ve got the opportunity to go to Greenfield College, and I am so excited.â€ Instantly, my heart leaps. And it is not that I do not desire Nick to go to college, I greatly desire that for him and even moreâ€¦ But I just do not know how I can manage this helping-the-world mission when my No. 1 confidant is no more. â€œW-when Nick?â€ â€œComing Monday, Hunterâ€ â€œThatâ€™s fast, it is already Friday night.â€ I comment. â€œYou could have told me sooner.â€ â€œYeah, I should. But I also did not get to know my admission status sooner than I expected.â€ He says cheerfully. â€œI cannot wait for Monday morning to show up any sooner.â€ â€œThatâ€™s so fast.â€ I say slightly choking. â€œReally fast, Hunter.â€ He keeps smiling while my face beams with showy discontentment. â€œY-you are not happy, Hunter?â€ â€œOh, oh just thatâ€¦â€ I pause. â€œI realize youâ€™ll be leaving me sooner than I think. That part hurts, thatâ€™s all.â€ â€œI understand.â€ He draws close, patting me at the back. â€œItâ€™s alright.â€ â€œYes. Nick.â€ I say sighing. â€œI am happy Nick.â€ I show off a fake smile, hugging him tight. â€œItâ€™s very late Nick, I want to have a sleep now.â€ â€œWhat you told me today is enough to get my mind drowsy,â€ I say jokingly. â€œOh. Donâ€™t say that.â€ He reacts, facing down with his head. â€œWell, letâ€™s anticipate this new journey of your life. Greenfield College is a very good place to have a college life.â€ â€œI am following your footsteps, Hunter.â€ â€œYes, but donâ€™t follow my footsteps entirely. I have no certificate to boast of.â€ â€œI know that,â€ He says sadly. â€œA sad experience you had to go through by the indefinite suspension.â€ Truthfully, Greenfield College is my school; but I am not a graduate now because of a dismissal decision of the institution. And it is like thisâ€”itâ€™s illegal for a student to leave the confines of Greenfield without a permit or approval from the proprietor. But I fail to comply with that. I break this rule often, most of the time to explore other places, sometimes, also; to be of genuine help by manipulating situations taking place outside the college. One day while on an expedition, I read a mind of robbers going to a house. So I make a prank phone call to that house, saying their aunty remains at the Central Hospital, as we speak. Fortunately, they leave their house at that late hour. Though they canâ€™t tell who the strange caller is, or understand why the prank call; I am a savior to that family. As I return to the school; there, the Principal of the Greenfield college sees me; and I have no excuse. Trying mind-reading is not powerful enough to effect the changes I want. Itâ€™s the Principal himself seeing me. And this is my story. â€œNick, itâ€™s sad I did not graduate.â€ I say. â€œIn fact, it was not an indefinite suspension; rather, it was a downright dismissal. Saying indefinite suspension is being tactful with words.â€ â€œYou seem to be joking about your state of affairs.â€ â€œNothing has power to make me distressed in life, you know?â€ I tell him. I draw close to him and give him a tight hug. 6 Off we go to bed, and then; we see the morning sun greet us earlier than we expect. We share the same bedroom, but separate beds, of course. I am awake, but Nick is still sleeping. I decide to think about matters he discusses with me, that, he leaves me to go to school. I see it as trouble, should he. But can I do something about it? â€œSleep Nick,â€ I whisper. Now, I tiptoe out the room. Thereâ€™s a beach close by the orphanage institution; so I go there to reflect matters. Here, I feel no shame to talk to myself. â€œNick needs to help me; I want to make this higher-calling something more meaningful to humanity. What would happen if I can influence the world to become better and more meaningful?â€ I say, thinking out loud and catching some warm rays. As I lie on a beach, an idea comes into my head: â€œI am 21 now; Nick is 17,â€ I say imagining. â€œWhat if we become a team.â€ I smile All my life, I tell nobodyâ€”I am a mind-reader. Now, I think I can start with Nick. He can prove to be very useful. He lives with me under that house; close to 3 years. Heâ€™s a friend to trust. Maybe, I can convince him to suspend on moving on with College. WE CAN SAVE THE WORLD. That is; by working together to help good people, and to be an opposing force to bad people. â€œNo wait?â€ I pause. â€œYou canâ€™t trust a human with your peculiarity.â€ A part of me also withholds the feeling of confronting Nick to tell him who I really am. But eventually, under the warm sun; I give in, with a decision to tell Nick my identity as a mind-reader. Spending over four hours; time seems to fly, and I soon find myself to be in the afternoon. â€œI have to go back home.â€ I say hurriedly. â€œNick must not go to College. A higher-purpose is available for him to enter. Moreover; I need his help.â€ But I decide to first pass a different directionâ€”the casino. But this time not Bluebird; I decide to go to Fatsteak Casino. Another popular Casino in the city where people get to bet wildly even in the afternoon hours. â€œI need some money, I need to prove to Nick that joining me will be gainful,â€ I say with a smirk. Some of the games at the Casino are a game of chance; I donâ€™t involve myself with those. I know Iâ€™ll lose worse than an ordinary human would lose should I bet in that direction. So I just focus on games of strategy; so I can use my mind-reading abilities wiselyâ€”just as I intend to use it. Suddenly, I begin to read minds while playing a game. â€œThis guy, is he a magician; why does he do so well.â€ That guy who fails to think about his matters, peeping his nose into my matter; has a name people call him, that is, Bustbone. He has that name because, he kills or seriously wounds people he loses his games to. I imagine myself never playing a game with him. â€œWhat do we have here!â€ He comes approaching my game board prying his eyes on the game match I have against an unfortunate guyâ€”who canâ€™t but lose his money to me. â€œThis guy is a damn good player,â€ my opponent shrieks. â€œI sometimes meet him at other Casinos. He beats the best of the best, bringing each of them to their knees,â€ adds Bustbone. â€œHey, I have already lost 9k to you.â€ My opponent says. â€œYou can bet on that money against Bustbone. I swear he would be ready to beat the tough hell out of ya!â€ He continues to say with an odd husky voice he has. â€œWe are not done with our game. Try beating me at your game, tough blood.â€ I say mockingly. â€œYou badass, Iâ€™ll kick the hell outta ya!â€ He swears. So we play, but Bustbone stands at a distance to watch the game. â€œDonâ€™t throw that card, dumb head!â€ he says to my opponent, to support him. I care less, I am reading his mind and reading his cards; I am just having a good time betting for gold. â€œI just lost 10k to this crazy thickhead!â€ â€œHa-ha, thatâ€™s for starters!!â€ I comment. â€œDo your homework, face me again when you are ready!!â€ I beat him hands down 10k, and this time itâ€™s a 10-0 win. I just want to have fun, and sometimes; I feel I have to immerse myself fully to enjoy my sweat! Now Bustbone approaches. â€œYou are a tough kid, young one!â€ He says. â€œStake that money for one game,â€ he continues, trying to pull me into his lure. â€œWhat is my catch if I win,â€ I say. Just to pretend to show an interest. â€œThe winnerâ€™s catch is one-million.â€ I puff. â€œIâ€™ve no interest for 10 lakhs.â€ I say, showing disinterest with the movement of my eyes. â€œLetâ€™s make it 10 million,â€ he pushes. â€œItâ€™s a done deal for the winner!â€ â€œ10 million dollars,â€ I say slowly. â€œThatâ€™s a good catch for me if I win, but, losing this 10k can put me in debt.â€ â€œYou are a coward pussy!â€ He now draws himself closer, a hairbreadth away; as if heâ€™s about to touch me. I will kill you anyways if you win a game against me. His mind is filthy; and I hate visiting it. â€œLook! Itâ€™s toiling to earn 10k; if I push harder, nature may deal badly against me.â€ â€œWe make a deal, tough blood!â€ He says with a hoarse dirty voice. â€œWe meet again, and we play hard!â€ â€œYes, we meet again; we play hard.â€ â€œNo excuse?â€ â€œShit!â€ says my opponent who gets to lose his money to me. â€œThe tough-skinned boy fears you, Bustboneâ€ â€œI donâ€™t, dimwit; I say Iâ€™ll bet against him the next time we meet!â€ I forcefully leave the Casino, pushing myself through their obstruction. I commit to myself Iâ€™ll not be visiting a Casino for a long while; I desire to see a rather decent job I can engage myself in, and leave gambling as bygone. So I walk home, committing myself to get some advice about matters like these; for this, I hope Nick will undertake to become a partner who acts as a team player to me. 7 Just like how time quickly flies, weâ€™re now within evening hours. The 10k is in my wallet: a packet of 100-dollar-note; 100 pieces, and it looks very tiny inside. I smile. I am going to impress Nick. We can be a good team if we work together I rush into my house; hoping to tell Nick the good news of the jackpot and everythingâ€”that we can live beyond limits because I am a superhuman. â€œNick!â€ I iterate. â€œNick!!â€ I enter to find him not in the hall, I go to the bedroom; he is not there. I am sad. â€œWhere is he,â€ I say. â€œItâ€™s nightfall, so where can he actually be.â€ I keep wondering. So I decide to go to the orphanage institution to search out for him. â€œHe should not do something crazy; or, go too far!â€ I say, giving myself a number of cynical possibilities that can take place. â€œLet me get out of here, Iâ€™m worried.â€ I leave my house, then I march to the orphanage building where my nurturing as a child gets to begin; and where I manage to meet Nick as my closest pal. â€œNick!â€ I yell his name among the numerous youngsters.â€ â€œLook, it is Hunter our friend!â€ A number of kids say, as they see me from a distance. â€œHey! Wait!!â€ They come pouncing on me under a tight hug. â€œAaaargh!!â€ I say to catch myself some breath. I shout on top of my voice, also pushing some until I earn myself a complete amount of space I need. â€œLook, I am here to search for Nickâ€¦â€ I say seriously. â€œHas anyone seen him somewhere?â€ They look shameful by their downcast faces. I read a few minds. No. No. Never. Who is even Nick, I donâ€™t remember him. All the answers I draw from their heads says nothing but zippo. â€œThank you all, Iâ€™ll visit again!â€ I leave the large room, moving to the proprietorâ€™s office, to see how my luck might turn up there too. â€œHey Hunter,â€ says the proprietor, who is Mr. Garth. â€œSince you told me you are buying that house closely aligned to this orphanage I have never seen you.â€ â€œItâ€™s true.â€ I reply slowly. â€œSorry, but I do come; only I donâ€™t approach you in your office.â€ â€œShowing up in our building, and not coming to see me cannot reveal to me that you are around, Hunter.â€ â€œYes, Mr. Garth.â€ â€œSorry.â€ I say. â€œEnough of that; what brought you here?â€ â€œI am searching for Nick.â€ â€œNick your best friend, this evening?â€ He asks doubtfully. â€œI canâ€™t tell. You should know since you decided to have him live with you, at your home.â€ â€œWow!â€ I comment. â€œYes. And also, I have not broken the promise of not telling Nick that you bought that house all by yourself.â€ â€œThank you, no one should know I am somewhat rich, now.â€ â€œYou told me you got that 100k from a lottery, so I understand,â€ he says smiling. â€œYou are just a one lucky young boy.â€ â€œLucky.â€ I say with a light chuckle. â€œMr. Garth, thank you for spending time with me.â€ I say. â€œIâ€™ll now go to search him out.â€ â€œAlright.â€ He nods. â€œAnd please do not teach Nick to be a gambler. Some people lose money easily, when they gambleâ€”like me.â€ I give off a light laugh, and just walk away from his office. â€œWhere could he be?â€ I ask myself in wonder. I know there is nothing I can do, so I proceed farther and walk back home. Just a few minutes, Iâ€™m back at my house. To my surprise, he remains not in. And time is running. I begin to feel rather sleepy now. There a knock comes. And instantly, I see him enter holding a heavy box in his hands. â€œCan you help me, please,â€ he says. â€œIt feels heavier than I can bear.â€ I rush to offer a helping hand. â€œNick, I came searching for you,â€ I say, while we carry together the load. â€œI left in the evening actually,â€ he says. â€œI should rather be angrier, since I did not see you in any time of the day after waking up.â€ Someway, I know I cannot express my frustrations since he has equal grounds to stand on to be angry at me. â€œNick, sorry I left in the morning without letting you know about it.â€ â€œSorry too; itâ€™s unfamiliar for me to go out the house at dusk.â€ â€œI know,â€ I say with a beaming face. â€œNick, what is in the box; and why did you leave late in the evening.â€ I ask. â€œTruth is: I intended to leave much earlier,â€ he says. â€œBut I did not think youâ€™d return home any sooner so I decided to go out.â€ â€œYes. Out, but for what?â€ â€œHave you forgotten so soon,â€ he says hurriedly. â€œItâ€™s about the school stuffs I may need when I leave for Greenfield, Monday morning.â€ He continues. â€œHunter, I feel very tired,â€ he suggests. â€œI rather have a cool bath and get off to bed.â€ I want to talk; yet he speaks of bathing and sleeping. Although I realize how impatient I am, I allow him space to do what he wishes. He must have a willing and peaceful mind to take in the news I have to say; without that, I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ll be able to convince him to take on this dream-life I wish for him to have, so suddenly. â€œYouâ€™re going to bath right?â€ I ask â€œSure,â€ he says. â€œAnd sleep also, I feel very exhausted.â€ â€œItâ€™s already getting dark, I support your decision.â€ I say, without meaning the words that comes out of my mouth. He now departs, leaving only me at the hall. Time flies faster than I thinkâ€¦ for soon, I am also in bed; drowsily sleeping. All I know is that, tomorrow is the day to seize every opportunity to speak with Nick; as I have set my intention to do. 8 Awake by chirping birdsâ€™ noises, I get off the bed to land on the ground. I find Nick to be still sleeping; I decide not to wake him. He must wake up himself, and feel a sense of relief before I can approach him. I now go to the refrigerator to get some cornflakes. I draw out a jug of milk also, so I am set. As I eat at the dining table, I reflect; thinking how I should begin the conversation Iâ€™ll be having with Nick. â€œSo should I just open up and tell him I am a mind-reader, or perhaps; I should just show him the money I have.â€ I am very nervous, considering how to start the conversation with himâ€¦ all the same, I manage to let go. I manage to allow myself focus on the food I am eating. As I eat the crunchy flakes, I begin to wonder. â€œIf Iâ€™m not able to convince him today; Iâ€™ll never be able to convince him since heâ€™s going to school tomorrow.â€ I am just so anxious and nervous. Closely an hour after getting up; Nick awakes. I am glad, and hopeful to speak to him. â€œNick.â€ I say. He turns, even as my heart beats faster, but I manage to express a clear face. Not revealing any sign of fearfulness. â€œHey Nick; I have something very important to discuss with you,â€ I say. â€œAre you ready?â€ â€œAlways ready,â€ he sharply replies. â€œWait, but first let me take my bath. I feel quite uneasy after waking up.â€ He says, slightly stretching his body. â€œGood; that is just fine. Take a cool bath!â€ He leaves me alone in the hall, while he takes a cool shower. For me, I am anxious wondering how I will go about the matter I have to discuss with him. All I want to do is to be careful not to utter things, I wish not to say. I go to the bedroomâ€”that is a good place to relax, taking my mind off everything. I just want to be able to express myself in the right way so that Nick will understand what I have to say. He returns shortly. I pretend to be sleeping on the bed, but Iâ€™m just still thinking. Thinking how Iâ€™ll manage matters; as soon as I speak. â€œHunter, are you still sleeping.â€ He says. I pretend not to hear; so, I give no answer. â€œWhat are we doing this Sunday, Hunter!â€ I promptly get up from the bed, beginning to speak. â€œNick, I have something to tell you, so sit!â€ I say loudly, so as to depict seriousness. â€œIt will change your life entirely.â€ He sits at the edge of his bed and intently hooks his attention on me. â€œWhat do youâ€™ve to tell me, Hunter.â€ He asks, with a slightly sad countenance. First, I rush toward the side on my bed to pick my wallet. Instantly, I open it. â€œLook. Can you see what is inside?â€ He gawps, without saying anything. Also, he pulls his head closer just to get a clearer view of what he is seeing. â€œIs that 100-dollar notes I am seeing?â€ â€œAnd there are hundred notes in there!â€ â€œYou canâ€™t be serious. Did you steal that money?â€ he asks in doubt. â€œIf itâ€™s so, Iâ€™ll let Mr. Garth know about this matter.â€ â€œYou do not need to, Nick.â€ â€œHow I got this money, is why I say your life is just about to change should you listen to me.â€ â€œA drug business?â€œ â€œYou must be crazy. I donâ€™t do drugs.â€ I say bluntly. â€œNow listen.â€ He stares at me, and I know Iâ€™ve his attention just the way I expect. â€œI have special abilities, Nick.â€ He looks at me and begins to wildly laugh. â€œYouâ€™ve power to conjure money.â€ He says mockingly. â€œLook! Be serious, I have special abilities.â€ I say with a serious countenance. â€œAnd I want you to help me thatâ€™s why I am revealing it to you now.â€ â€œWhat?â€ He yells. â€œYou are superhuman!â€ â€œYou can say so.â€ I add carelessly. He begins to believe me, by slightly nodding. â€œI want you to help me, Nick.â€ I say. â€œWe can change the world if you help me Nick.â€ â€œAnd what is this so-called ability you have?â€ I just sigh. Then I stand up from my bed, to get to his side. â€œI am a mind-reader.â€ â€œDo people exist with that ability?â€ He asks in wonder. â€œI canâ€™t tell, Nick. But what I know is that I am able to read minds whenever I desire to do so.â€ â€œIncredible!â€ â€œAnd you used that ability to steal that money, right?â€ He asks me to my dismay. â€œI did not steal it!â€ I say urgently. â€œWe shall talk about that later.â€ â€œOkay, prove this ability you say you have.â€ He says. â€œAlright, begin to think about something.â€ I say. â€œLet it be your wildest imagination.â€ â€œWildest imagination?â€ He says. â€œThen I bet you are not going to know what is in my mind.â€ â€œTry me.â€ I say. He begins to think, and I wonder why he chooses a simple imagination. I want Hunter to shave his hair â€œYou are crazy, Nick.â€ I say. â€œThink of your wildest imagination, and what you imagine is for me to have my hair shaved? He gawps. â€œYou just did not read my mind, did you?â€ He asks in fright. â€œPlease, one last chance?â€ Then, I say without answering his question. â€œThink of something much difficult for me to guess.â€ â€œOkay, I am going all out, for this one.â€ I want Hunter to give me that money. He is crazy to think I donâ€™t want some. â€œStop it right there, Nick.â€ â€œYou shall have what you wish for.â€ I say. â€œBut just donâ€™t imagine that again.â€ â€œImagine what.â€ He asks, daringly. â€œThat you want to have the presumed stolen money I possess.â€ â€œHunter, you are a wizard!â€ He says. â€œAnd a real one for that matter.â€ â€œJust stop saying that Nick.â€ I say. â€œYou amaze me, Hunter.â€ He says. â€œYou are just so incredible.â€ â€œSo what do I have to do to help you,â€ he says, still remaining in perplexity. â€œYouâ€™re a mind-reader. You need nobodyâ€™s help.â€ â€œYouâ€™re mistaking, Nick.â€ I say with all sureness. â€œI desperately need your help.â€ 9 â€œI need your help, Nick.â€ I continue. â€œIâ€™ve been trying to save lives for some time now, through the use of my ability. But I realize that, Iâ€™ll be able to save more lives if I have a team player to help me.â€ â€œMe?â€ He questions. â€œI am not superhuman, Hunter.â€ â€œI know that, Nick.â€ I say. â€œBut I also know that youâ€™ve a genuine spirit and a strong will. You are just the perfect fit to help me embark on my vision.â€ â€œWow, no one has praised me in such a way before.â€ â€œLook, you can be crazy sometimes.â€ He changes his mood. â€œBut you are special too. Basically, whenever I read your mind I donâ€™t see thoughts of selfishness or greed. You are just a loving person.â€ â€œgoddamn it!â€ he says. â€œWho gave you the right to look into my brain. Thatâ€™s unfair. I have no privacy at all.â€ â€œHey, Nick. Itâ€™s not just only you I get to see your thoughts. Actually everybody, even the President; that is, so far as I get to see him.â€ â€œYour powers are incredible.â€ He comments. â€œYou just cannot be cheated in life.â€ â€œYou think so?â€ I ask in doubt. â€œSo how did I manage to lose my graduation certificate at Greenfield.â€ â€œWhat is a degreeâ€”you are above that.â€ He says. â€œFor me, if I had this ability; to be able to read peopleâ€™s minds, I will not even go to college in the first place.â€ He is making me feel proud by his words; and I guess this is what I need from a team player. I now open the wallet. â€œPromise to join me, and all this is yours!â€ â€œAre you sure youâ€™ve not taken a loan or something.â€ â€œI donâ€™t take loans, Nick, and neither am I a thief.â€ I explain. â€œYou want to know how I got this?â€ â€œYes. Tell me.â€ â€œCasino game!â€ I say smiling. â€œYou are awesome.â€ He yells. â€œYou can be a billionaire, Hunter.â€ â€œShhh. I am.â€ I say laughing. â€œIt is just between the two of us.â€ â€œWow!â€ He rushes to hug me. â€œIt will be in my wildest dream to join you Hunter.â€ â€œThank you for accepting.â€ â€œBut actually, we are not going to live like billionaires now.â€ â€œOur life is too long to retire as billionaires now; but on condition that we donâ€™t die shortly.â€ â€œStop scaring me!!â€ he says. â€œAre we going to kill people.â€ â€œI did not mean that.â€ I explain. â€œAll I want to say is that; I am 21 and youâ€™re 17. Why should we retire as billionaires with our names in the papers? I donâ€™t want that.â€ â€œMe neither.â€ â€œThatâ€™s why I say, there are much more enjoyable things to do now.â€ I tell him. â€œWe are going to save lives; uncover crimes; and maybe, beat bad guys.â€ â€œI donâ€™t like the last part.â€ He says. â€œYou are not strong; how are we going to beat bad guys.â€ â€œMaybe create traps for them using their own thoughts to lure them.â€ â€œItâ€™s too risky.â€ He suggests. â€œLetâ€™s just stick to the first two.â€ â€œCome to think of it; youâ€™re a mind-reader but youâ€™ve no girlfriend.â€ He says. â€œCouldnâ€™t youâ€™ve used that to secure any girl you want?â€ â€œI think I should do that also.â€ I tell him; though I really do not mean what I say. â€œTomorrow, weâ€™d go to town; to work out our abilities.â€ â€œThis means, I am indirectly deferring college, right?â€ â€œYouâ€™re doing nothing like that. You are right away quitting!â€ He smiles, taking no offense at all. â€œLook, tomorrow will be the first day when we try our hands to help people.â€ â€œYou told me youâ€™ve been saving peopleâ€™s lives; how do you do that?â€ he asks. â€œSometimes, I manage to prevent crimes from taking place. Most of the time, by preventing a family from staying in their home during the hours the armed robbery is to take place.â€ â€œGood!â€ he says. â€œIâ€™d like to help in stuffs like this.â€ â€œBut seriously, I think mind-reading is not powerful enough to prevent crimes from taking place. A smart mind, that understands how to execute strategies is necessary here.â€ â€œExactly.â€ â€œBut why are you so serious trying to save lives; you could just enjoy life; perhaps, abuse people by the use of your gift.â€ â€œIf you had the ability to read peopleâ€™s minds I know you would not be thinking like this.â€ â€œMost people think about the problems of their life when they are alone. When you hear them ring in your head; I think youâ€™d be more considerate like I have been.â€ â€œHmm.â€ â€œWe really need to take this seriously.â€ We speak even till 3:00. This speech is interesting. And I thank heavens Nick has the mind I want him to have. I believe we will be a good team. â€œNick, since we have time on our hands, I will want us to pass by the orphanage institution.â€ â€œOkay, thatâ€™s not a problem. I have some old friends I even should see.â€ He declares. â€œBut before we leave; let me give you an offer of initiation.â€ I smile, reaching for the packet of 100-dollar notes. â€œHere is 10k for you, Nick.â€ â€œAll my life I have not held a huge money like this.â€ â€œRemember, I said Mr. Garth offered me this Annex to manage it temporally.â€ â€œYes. Why, does he demand his house back?â€ â€œIt was a lie, Nick.â€ I say. â€œActually, I bought this house myself.â€ He gawps. â€œI have been playing games at the Casino. And my winning streaks can be endless!â€ â€œOh my goodness!â€ â€œThis house was worth only a 100k, I could have bought a bigger house if I wanted. But currently, I just want to have funâ€”not living so much extravagantly so that eyes would not be on me.â€ â€œI am a billionaire.â€ He says with a smile. â€œWe have work to do. You know this, Nick.â€ I tell him. â€œWe are going to save lives, and not concentrate on living a life of luxury. Though weâ€™ll equally have days for extreme fun.â€ â€œI can spend the money for you, Hunter.â€ â€œNo problems. Iâ€™ll equally spend some. Just promise to tell no one this secret?â€ I ask him. â€œI promise.â€ 10 A few minutes after, Nick and I get ready to visit the orphanage center. I just want to go there to inform Mr. Garth that Iâ€™ll be taking Nick with me for a small trip, just so heâ€™ll not have to worry about our whereabouts, should he try visiting us at my house. â€œNick, are you ready to have us leave.â€ I ask. â€œYes. I am set and ready.â€ He says. â€œCan we leave?â€ â€œYes.â€ As we move out of the house, Nick still is in shock concerning the issue of me being superhuman. But for me, I am glad to spill out the secret matter of my life. It earns me a team player; and that is truly worth it to achieve. â€œMr. Garth does not have to know about our secret. Even any best friend you may have.â€ â€œI will let nothing out.â€ He declares. â€œIn fact, I have no best friend anywhere else. You are my best friend.â€ In no time we get to the building. First, we go to the orphanage site where children dwell. We hang out with them, and we enjoy their company. I secretly reveal some of the weirdest thoughts people have to Nick, and he laughs his head off. â€œThe guy in red, is dreaming to replace Mr. Garth at his position,â€ I say, whispering in Nickâ€™s ears. â€œHe must be crazy; I guess I have thought so before too.â€ We both laugh, and we enjoy the experience. â€œItâ€™s time to tell Mr. Garth, I am going on a short trip with you.â€ I tell him, while remaining at the children site. â€œThat is not a bad idea at all, since he never even knows I am working on going to college this year.â€ â€œPerfect.â€ I add. So we go to his office. â€œWow, I am blessed to see you Hunter again. It was just yesterday you came. How come I am honored with a visit today too?â€ â€œThere is something I just want to inform you, in case you want to know the whereabout of Nick and me.â€ â€œWhat is the matter?â€ He asks in anxiety. â€œAnd where are you going.â€ â€œIt is about a trip; and weâ€™re going to take maybe a week off.â€ â€œShould I offer some help to you, financially.â€ â€œNo. Weâ€™re just fine.â€ â€œYou canâ€™t.â€ He declares. He forcefully places a 100 dollar note into my hand. â€œYou may never know an expense you may have need to settle.â€ He tells me. â€œTravelling these days, can bear a much greater expense than we anticipate.â€ Out of respect, and also, to show I appreciate his gesture, I do not refrain. â€œThank you. I am most grateful.â€ I say. â€œBut why are you going with Nick, is he not supposed to be in school?â€ I instantly read his mind; I canâ€™t answer without hints to help me. I donâ€™t even know about these childrenâ€™s school-life. Madam Gladys is in charge of that. â€œActually, he is on vacation. A lot of time to spare, Mr. Garth.â€ â€œThen that is okay, go with him. But just keep him safe and sound.â€ â€œI promise Iâ€™ll do that.â€ Leaving his office, I see the clock displaying the time to be 7:00. I am so in shock that I tell Nick we should leave back to our home immediately. â€œIt is very late in the evening, Nick.â€ I say. â€œLet us go back home.â€ â€œBack there, you seemed to have everything under control.â€ He says. â€œHow did you do that?â€ â€œI read his mind. I do so when I am confused as to the right answer to give at a certain period of time.â€ â€œYouâ€™re a mind-reader, and youâ€™re also smart.â€ He comments. â€œYouâ€™re a very lucky fellow.â€ â€œThanks to you, Iâ€™ll be appearing much dangerous.â€ He smiles at my comment, as we walk further, out of the institution. â€œWhat will you eat.â€ I ask him once we walk out. Pizza. â€œOh, I got the answer right.â€ I say cheerfully. â€œYou want pizza.â€ â€œYouâ€™re very crazy, Hunter.â€ He comments. â€œPromise not to do this to the girl youâ€™ll love. You are going to overexcite her.â€ â€œIâ€™ll like to do that!â€ I brag. We go for some large packs of Pizzas at a nearby restaurant, devouring the slices like greedy voracious gluttons. â€œWe must eat like this every day, Hunter.â€ â€œOf course!â€ I say sarcastically. â€œTomorrow we shall see to the eating of pizzas.â€ I know Iâ€™ll not allow Nick to abuse this special ability I have, for the living of an extravagant lifestyle. I have him as a team player to make me a better superhuman, and I will direct our actions to that course. â€œI guess it is time to go now.â€ Personally, I am just so full I can barely walk. For Nick, his is worse. â€œI guess we canâ€™t but take a rest instead.â€ We get to drink over 8 bottles of coke and 8 large-size pizzas. Nick is a greater devourer than me, but I can boast to say I am very good too. We wait, till we feel slightly okay; and that is an additional 20 minutes of sitting. Finally, we make it to our house. Nobody tells us itâ€™s time for bed. We know it is time for bed, and we each bounce onto our separate beds to have a decent rest. While I remain on mine; I just know a new turn-of-events will occur tomorrow. And I am greatly anticipating it. It is a very funny sight to see Nickâ€™s face with the creaking sounds he makes due to the sharp pangs he feels at his tummy. My spasm of pain is manageable so I sleep soundly, though I remain laughing at my roommate and team player. 11 The sun appears over us, through a glass window at our bedroom. Still, Nick remains sleeping on his bed. Today, my plan is different. I wake him up. â€œHey, get up!â€ I say, shaking him violently on the bed. â€œYou have to know today is Monday.â€ â€œMonday?â€ He asks in wonder. â€œYes. The day for our mini trip. So letâ€™s start preparing.â€ I push him again, forcefully shoving him off his bed. â€œUgh aaaargh!!â€ he yells as he remains lying on the bare ground. â€œGet up!!â€ â€œI am going to take my shower!â€ I say. â€œYou take yours when I come.â€ â€œWhat is the time?â€ â€œItâ€™s 6:00.â€ â€œ6:00?â€ He yells. I leave him and take a quick bath. Shortly, I return. Luckily, he is not sleeping, but sitting on the edge of his bed. I smile. â€œI told you Iâ€™m serious about this adventure too!â€ he brags. â€œI can see that.â€ I comment. He immediately leaves to also prepare himself. I think of the first place we may go. Still in much confusion; I decide I have no where to go but to visit Irene, first; since I made a promise to visit her shortly. I have no promise to any other fellow I know but Irene; so I think going there is a good starting-point to embark our audacious trip. Soon he returns, and I am happy to know what we are to do first on the trip. I do not want to sound crazyâ€”like a leader who does not know what he is doing. â€œGood youâ€™re all dressed up!â€ I say. â€œWeâ€™ve no time to waste; let us proceed.â€ â€œAlright!â€ he yells. â€œLetâ€™s get to begin this trip!â€ â€œFirst, weâ€™ll go to a good friend of mine,â€ I say. â€œShe is a lady called Irene.â€ â€œWow, good place to start.â€ I carelessly listen to him. â€œThen, we will provide the police forces of some stolen items; and also, places their patrol team should be alert to monitor armed-robbers.â€ â€œWe are turning into superheroes already.â€ He says smiling. â€œYes; but discreet superheroes.â€ I add. â€œI have not finished. We must also give some people who deserve free cash some of our hard money.â€ â€œOkay, but youâ€™ve to gamble more ready cash for us.â€ He comments. â€œThat is not a problem, trust me.â€ â€œAnd what else.â€ He asks. â€œWhat superhuman activity are we going to do.â€ â€œYes, to stop gambling; and find a decent job to make money.â€ â€œYou are crazy, Hunter.â€ â€œWhich other job can you use your ability to get a million-dollars in one day, tell me?â€ â€œI think Iâ€™m cheating, that is what Mr. Garth said.â€ â€œMr. Garth?â€ He asks in wonder. â€œYou must make billions through the use of your gift. And I think gambling is the best shot to take.â€ â€œOkay, that would be the last decision to take on my list of duties to do!â€ â€œYes, put it at the last!!â€ he says. â€œWe need money to save lives; and betting will take us there faster than any other means.â€ We now leave the house; setting off to embark on our trip. Heading straight to Ireneâ€™s home, I feel gladness rise in me. She is a nice person to talk to and I desire to meet her again. Her place is quite far, so talking to Nick as we walk along the way is interesting. He asks me to share what goes on in the minds of certain men and women who pass along the way. â€œEnough, I will only share needful thoughts now.â€ I say. â€œIf I consider a thought someone thinks to be something I must involve myself into, I will suspend the decision of going to Ireneâ€™s house.â€ â€œOkay,â€ he says. â€œLetâ€™s keep on marching. I am desperate to know this Irene girl youâ€™re talking about.â€ He walks with me still, for a few more minutes until we finally get there. â€œThatâ€™s her home, Nick.â€ â€œShall we go inside?â€ He asks â€œYes.â€ I knock the door and wait. â€œIt is you!â€ yells Mrs. Stephanie. â€œWhere is my daughter!!â€ â€œI-I canâ€™t tell madam.â€ â€œShe went out on Saturday, and she has not returned home.â€ She screams. â€œI thought sheâ€™d be visiting you!!â€ â€œPlease, take time. Iâ€™d handle this!â€ Nick stands so much in surprise; but, I just feel so much disconcertment with the situation. â€œMrs. Stephanie,â€ I say. â€œCan we come inside. Iâ€™ll like to have a word, please.â€ â€œOkay,â€ she says sighing. â€œGet in!â€ And now, I begin to feel tension rise. I hold Nickâ€™s hands as we get inside. I just want to keep my emotions under control, also, I think sitting down will be a good thing for me. â€œThank you.â€ I say, as she closes her door behind us. â€œSit. Both of you.â€ She demands. â€œWhatâ€™s it youâ€™ve to tell me?â€ I want to say; it is my fault. She looks intently at me; it scares the pants off me. â€œI mean; she told me she seeks a job.â€ â€œA job?â€ She asks. â€œYes. I remember, she loves to be a waitress if she is given the opportunity.â€ â€œYes. She got an offer at Mocha restaurant.â€ I say. â€œBut I donâ€™t trust their boss... I am very sorry Irene is not at home, but we promise to bring her back. Trust me!â€ She looks at me intently again, but makes no comment. â€œI am certain sheâ€™d be there.â€ I say. â€œMrs. Stephanie, we promise to bring her back.â€ Nick adds. â€œAnd who is this,â€ she asks with a stutter. â€œOh, he is Nick. My younger brother.â€ â€œOkay, thank you for giving me an idea of where my daughter would be.â€ She says sighing. â€œBut it has been 2 days without seeing my daughter. I just donâ€™t know if I can live without her.â€ â€œDonâ€™t worry. Everything will be fine.â€ I say with a beaming face. â€œSo what do we do now.â€ I pause, and begin to look at both Nick and Mrs. Stephanie. I read Stephanieâ€™s mind just to get sure of what to say. I will commit suicide if I donâ€™t get to see my daughter. â€œMrs. Stephanie, I promise to bring Irene back to you.â€ I say, as I stand and draw close to her. Caressing her shoulder to console her. 12 â€œMrs. Stephanie, Iâ€™ll like to have my leave,â€ I say. â€œBut I promise to be back.â€ We leave now, and I explain to Nick that we must work out to sort things out for Mrs. Stephanie by finding for her, her daughter. So we hold onto all our pursuits that is the list of duties we must reach, just so we can see Irene and bring her back home safely. So immediately, we go to Mocha restaurant, where I get to first meet Irene. â€œNick, we must be able to get Irene back.â€ â€œMost definitely.â€ He says, agreeing. â€œBut I have one question to ask you, Hunter.â€ I look at him, hoping he speaks. â€œHave you ever been unsuccessful at helping others you desired to assist.â€ I reflect back to see if there is a day or time, I get to embark on a frustrated-mission. But after reflecting, I just canâ€™t see a mission half-done. â€œI have not, Nick.â€ I say. â€œI definitely will not allow this to be the first.â€ He nods. We walk further for a short while and finally, we make it to the place where the restaurant is. Immediately I approach a waitress. The waitress I see is not the former waitress. I wish she is her, but I canâ€™t have that. So I approach her all the same. â€œHello, I came here Friday, and the friend I came with is nowhere to be found. Her parent seems to be looking for her. Can I get to speak to your manager?â€ â€œMy manager. I do not think my manager is involved in this.â€ â€œI insist.â€ I declare forcefully. â€œI want to see the boss.â€ â€œWell, if you want it that way.â€ She says sighing. â€œHave a seat, both of you.â€ We sit at a nearby place and wait for what will happen next. â€œNick, that man is a bad man,â€ I whisper. â€œI read his mind, and saw he was not going to offer Irene the job she seeks. But I just thought that after giving Irene some money sheâ€™ll stay away from that scoundrel.â€ â€œI am confused right now.â€ Nick says. â€œI donâ€™t have powers you know. But let us just wait for the man.â€ About 30 minutes later, a scene happens that changes my entire outlook of things. â€œArrest both of them, they are criminals!â€ Says the boss of the restaurant. He comes with great fury towards us without us even knowing. â€œWhat is happening!!â€ I yell, without even knowing what is going on. In that instant, five strong men approach the two of us; bind us together and drag us both to a nearby vehicle in front of Mocha. They land our heads inside the car, and forcefully push the rest of our body into the car boot. Now all I see is darkness; for I canâ€™t even see Nick who the nefarious men tie up. The car moves, but I do not know where I am going; or even what is happening. I canâ€™t imagine this is taking place. And all I wish is that, it is a dream. A few minutes later; the boot of the vehicle gets to open, and this little release is all I can desire now. â€œHunter, do something.â€ First, I read the minds of the people who bind me. We have been sent, Mr. Marcus says they stole his money. â€œDammit; Nick, they donâ€™t know why theyâ€™ve held us in bondage.â€ â€œDo something, Hunter. Use your mind please.â€ As Nick speaks, the vile men pull us out to bare ground. But, I do not have time. All I think now is to catch a glimpse of Marcus. And read his mind. So I search intently for him. â€œOnly ifâ€¦ Nick.â€ I say facing my head down. â€œOnly if, what!!â€ â€œOnly if I see Marcus.â€ â€œShut up right there,â€ one of the men yells. â€œWe are sending you to Mr. Marcus.â€ He says. â€œHe is the mayor of this city, and heâ€™ll arrest both of you for your crimes.â€ â€œThat scoundrel is a Mayor?â€ I say mockingly. I with that earn a strong push against the car. Instantly, my back hurts. â€œIf you want to preserve your life,â€ he says. â€œBe careful how you speak to our city mayor.â€ I advise myself now. I know I can be in a bad situation if I misbehave again. So we follow the men and move into the mysterious house I know nothing about. As we go, Nick looks at me angrily. â€œNick, I promise I did no bad thing,â€ I say. â€œI know nothing about this matter, trust me.â€ â€œDonâ€™t worry.â€ He says. â€œI know youâ€™ll find a way to save our lives.â€ Soon we land inside the house. It is grandiose, but somewhat awkward looking. It has the head of animal skulls on the wall, as if, they are wall-paintings; and inside too are other spooky sculptures. There I see the evil face I have been waiting for. There are two additional guards about him, and he wears a stately black robe, with a wooden-staff which has a lion-head image on top of it. His countenance is fearful and the aura around the house is aberrant. â€œGentlemen, you can leave now; I will handle these men myself.â€ He says with an evil countenance. â€œOh, and untie them. They can do no harm once they are with me.â€ They unloose the ties on our hands and we get to feel at ease again. Now the men who unbind us, clear themselves out of the room and we remain with Marcus and his bodyguards inside the room, alone. I instantly read his mind. But it comes to no avail. â€œWhy that face,â€ he comments. â€œWere you reading my mind, little Hunter.â€ 13 This is the greatest shock in my life. Never in my life do I fail at attempting to read a mind. â€œYouâ€™re young my dear.â€ He says. â€œAnd youâ€™ve a lot to learn.â€ â€œTo begin, I know you are a mind-reader.â€ He says. â€œAnd this your friend, is someone you trust, but he is weak; he cannot face that which is to come.â€ â€œWhere is Irene!!â€ I yell crazily at him, attempting to take steps to reach him. For once, slight fear enters into me, because I am not able to read his mind. â€œOkay, let me explain something to you. Iâ€™ll kill your friend here, then I will kill you. You want to know why?â€ I stare at him with disgust. â€œI hate you! And I disregard your friend there.â€ Nick begins to shake in his shoes. â€œWhere is Irene!!â€ I say. â€œRelease her now!â€ I utter without a sense of fright; and also, I feel angry for getting Nick to fall in this situation. â€œRelax.â€ he says, mockingly smiling. â€œI will come to that.â€ â€œYou have powers; I have powers too.â€ â€œMine is not to be a mind-reader, unfortunately.â€ He says. â€œMine is to be a Seer. I tell the future very accurately. And what I do with my power is to draw only favorable situations in my direction.â€ He draws close to me. â€œAnd do you know how?â€ He asks me, poking me with his staff. I direct my face away from him. He is disgusting me now. â€œBy eliminating those I see will be threats to my greatest dream I have planned: to rule the world; and also, to embrace those I can control to direct that course to take effect. Am I not brilliant?â€ â€œYou are a monster.â€ I say. â€œAnd I will report you to the authorities, telling them that you are a corrupt mayor.â€ â€œHa-ha! hahahahaha!!â€ he reacts. That is not my position, I am using it to get attention to eliminate the president. I want to install a president I want to ease matters for me, as I ascend to be king over all mankind.â€ â€œThis president is uselessâ€”I have to assassinate him. What do you think George and Matt?â€ â€œHa-ha,â€ His personal guards say laughing. â€œDo so our Lord. Everything is possible onto you.â€ â€œYou dream, Marcus. You dream!!â€ I interrupt. â€œI will bring you down.â€ â€œDonâ€™t worry, I will not kill you today. Though unfortunately, I will kill your best friend.â€ He says with an evil smirk. â€œHe is not a threat, like you. Donâ€™t get me wrong; I am eliminating him because he is a good-for-nothing. His living or dying will not influence matters greatly in the future.â€ â€œI hate you! Where is Irene!!â€ I yell. â€œIrene, Irene, Irene.â€ He says. â€œHow I prayed she finally shows up at Mocha Restaurant.â€ â€œBut what do you see in her to make you like her.â€ He says, walking around and swinging his staff. â€œI-I do â€”â€ He interrupts â€œYes. I see you two marrying in the near future. You greatly love her. So, she was the pawn I prayed to come into my grasps before seeing you.â€ â€œYou are crazy Marcus!â€ â€œI am, and I know that.â€ â€œNow, Irene is held in bondage at a special room.â€ He says. â€œDonâ€™t worry, you canâ€™t read my mind so you canâ€™t identify where she is.â€ I wonder why I canâ€™t read his mind now. The first time at Mocha, I read his mind clearly. I just donâ€™t know why there seems to be a blockage now. â€œGeorge, get a hold of Nick and prepare him to be taken to the place Of-No-Return.â€ â€œNo!â€ I rush to save Nick as one of the bodyguards draw close to us. I receive a violent push, which lands me at a distant location; that is, the corner of the room. Nick leaves the room with George; leaving only me, Matt and Marcus in the room. â€œDonâ€™t worry, Hunter.â€ He says, playing with his staff. â€œI read the future; did you think I did not know youâ€™ll be forcefully pushed without helping your friend Nick.â€ â€œGet me out of here!â€ I say, now with great fright. â€œGet me Irene too.â€ â€œYou shall find her yourself.â€ I now try to read Mattâ€™s minds too, but I canâ€™t. Now I get the clue that Marcus might not be all powerful. There might be something disrupting the flow of my powers in the roomâ€”and I am hopeful it should be so. â€œMatt, what do we do to Hunter now.â€ â€œMy Lord, everything is in your power to decide.â€ He walks around thinking, for about a minute. â€œHunter; promise me you are not going to do many rescuing!!â€ He says. â€œSometimes, the good people you help, frustrate situations for meâ€¦â€ â€œBut if I also bind you; how can I manipulate these good people to act in directions I intend them to act?â€ He is a mastermind; very strategic with his abilities. But I know Iâ€™ll bring him down, and that is because he is having something as a protection against me reading his mind. I know this because at Mocha, I read his mind â€œOkay I have decided!â€ â€œMatt, send him to see Irene.â€ He says. â€œI know it will distract him and weaken his ability in a certain sense.â€ I try to be difficult; but the idea of me seeing Irene again, makes me submit. Somehow; I know I like the girl for whatever reason I canâ€™t clearly tell. With his firm grip, he drags me forcefully out of the room to another area of the house. While we leave, Marcus makes a wide grin which is rather disgusting to me. As soon as we step outside the door, I get to discern Mattâ€™s thoughts. I wish I have special powers like Marcus or Hunter; if that was so, Iâ€™d not be here. I smile. I try to dig more profoundly into his deeper thoughts to understand why I canâ€™t attain the reading of Marcusâ€™ mind. I dig hard, and fortunately; I grasp a memory. The magic staff has the ability to absorb superhumans power, this is what Marcus told me. But I am not a superhuman so I donâ€™t care. I nod slowly with a smile to indicate my understanding of matters. â€œHey you. Why are you smiling.â€ He says. â€œYou are a superhuman that is why my master wants to use you, and not kill you quickly.â€ He continues thoughtlessly. â€œIf you were like me, just an ordinary human, I will have killed you even before my master gives the command.â€ Soon, we get to the room where Irene is. Matt pushes me forcefully in, and locks the doors behind us. â€œHunter!!â€ she yells with a smile. 14 We hug there and then. â€œI miss you Hunter.â€ She says. â€œI did not even enjoy spending all the money you gave me, before this monster seized me.â€ â€œWait! How did he get you here?â€ â€œI was just eating a meal at his restaurant, when he says I must follow him to his house when I am done.â€ She continues. But I feel so sad for everything. â€œI told him I was not interested in his job offer anymore, and he went back.â€ â€œLater he forcefully makes some men seize me into his private car, and this is where I am. No one could help me.â€ She says, sobbing. I gently caress her to stop sobbing and that, I will make things better. Then I do what I have to do. I miss you. â€œIrene, you are not going to get stuck in this room.â€ I say. â€œMarcus is a bad man, Iâ€™ll bring him to justice.â€ She now looks at me with disbelief. â€œPlease, just get us out of here. I already had plans with the money you offered me. It is still in hiding inside my drawer, under a stack of clothes and I believe my mom does not even know about this; suffering with poverty for nothing.â€ â€œEverything will be fine, Irene.â€ I caress her, reassuring her. Her long blonde hair is now on my chest and I am enjoying her company, even as she lays her head on my body. â€œPlease, how are we going to get out of this prison. The door is locked.â€ She says suddenly. I need to think, but my power is within the boundaries of mind-reading and nothing more. â€œI donâ€™t think it will be a good idea to break the door.â€ I say. â€œI plan to fight the guy who will come here, as soon as he enters the room.â€ â€œHunter, these men are stronger than you. Also, what if two enter this room. You know I canâ€™t fight.â€ â€œB-but breaking the door will create an awareness, which will make us unable to escape.â€ I suggest. â€œHmmm. What do we do now, weâ€™ll die here, Hunter.â€ I embrace her, promising her weâ€™ll not die. Though none of us is in shackles, the feeling of being set in confinement to a room is not a pleasant one to have. â€œI guess the only option I have is to fight.â€ I tell her. â€œLook, I was already seized and brought here, by the monster, Marcus; and not only me, my dear friend also.â€ â€œWho is he or she.â€ â€œItâ€™s a he, someone like a brother to me. Iâ€™ve to save his life, I am scared for him. He told me heâ€™d kill him.â€ â€œOuch! I am sorry for that, genuinely.â€ â€œDonâ€™t be. He is not going to die; he is called Nick.â€ â€œNice name, Nick.â€ She comments. â€œThatâ€™s why I want to fight the man.â€ I immediately look around for a stick, or something similar to use as a defensive weapon. I forcefully remove one plank from the wooden-boards that serves as support for her bed. â€œBe careful.â€ She tells me. I am going to hit this wood straight in the manâ€™s face when he enters. â€œBe careful to hit your target, and strike hard.â€ She says. With surprise I see her pull another plank from the dismantled bed. â€œWeâ€™re doing this together!â€ she says. We manage to wait for an hour and a half, and luckily a single man enters. He enters to call me, explaining Marcus wants to see me. I suddenly want to change my intent to submit, just because I desire to save Nickâ€™s life. But itâ€™s too late, as Irene manages to hit the manâ€™s head with her slat. â€œYou were slow, Hunter,â€ she says whispering; as the man falls tumbling to the ground. Now she snaps the key from his right hand. Then she suddenly locks the door again. â€œShould we escape,â€ she whispers to me. â€œI wish; but I have a friend who is also very dear to me.â€ She finds a way to sit down, listening to me. â€œSo what do we do now?â€ She asks with much confusion. I can risk to have Hunter have his friend back. I hear her say, as I read her mind. â€œLetâ€™s escape!â€ I say. â€œIt is not safe, later weâ€™ll find a way to get our friend back. We canâ€™t stand to lose our opportunity of escape now.â€ â€œThen letâ€™s rush out!â€ She says. â€œTime is passing.â€ I hold her hand, as we both still hold our defensive weapons in our hands. We intend to get to the entrance of the main-gate with every swiftness we can surge from within. We rush, knocking down a few men. Also, I realize other people in confinement as we pass, but I cannot figure out where Nick is among them. Moreover, the speed with which we run does not give room for me to probe into peopleâ€™s minds, so as to find the location of Nick. So, I concentrate to rush out of the house with Irene. â€œA few meters more and we get to escape, Hunter!!â€ The main-gates gets closer and closer, with every stride we make. Just when I make it to grip the gate, a loud voice speaks. â€œYou can leave if you donâ€™t want to see Nick!â€ I stagger in my strides, but Irene halts. â€œIrene leave!!â€ I command. â€œNo. I am not leaving without you.â€ I remain in front of the gate. â€œMarcus, offer me Nick.â€ I yell with frustration. â€œIrene leave!â€ I repeat, trying to get her forcefully out the gate. â€œStop this.â€ She yells. â€œIf you are staying for Nick; I stay!â€ Time ran so quickly; allowing people to come to our spot to lay grip on both of us. It is a shameful defeat; but we do this with the hope to get Nick back. Nonetheless, it is a strong hope for me to have Irene leave or escape. 15 After our arrest, we get to face Marcus again. â€œYou want to know the place called the place Of-No-Return.â€ He says, dragging Nick who now is in restraint. â€œMatt get Irene tied-up too.â€ â€œNo!!â€ I yell spontaneously. â€œGeorge get Hunter tied-up, and hold him forcefully.â€ Now we remain defenseless at Marcusâ€™ room Soon George rushes toward us; soon I see Irene and Nick in bondage, quite distant from my position. â€œMatt, carry them to the land Of-No-Return, and offer them to my sacred pet.â€ â€œGeorge, hold Hunter forcefully.â€ He says. â€œI want him to watch Nick and his lover die.â€ â€œThis would crush his spirit; and this, will clear things for my rising.â€ â€œDamn you!â€ I yell. Matt seizes Irene and Nick and drags them away. Theyâ€™re still in shackles, so they look vulnerable and easy to handle for Matt. I wish I can read minds now, but the mystical staff is still in Marcus' hands. I remain with George and Marcus now, even as they leave. â€œGeorge, youâ€™re to keep holding Hunter until you see both his dear friends killed.â€ â€œIâ€™ll do that!!â€ George says. George drags me out of room to follow Matt. â€œDamn you, Marcus. Damn you!!â€ I yell even as I leave the room. Irene and Nick yell. â€œSave us, Hunter!â€ Nick yells, as Matt easily handles them to push forward. They pick one of Marcusâ€™ cars at the backyard of the house. George also picks one, and we closely tail them. â€œHey boy!â€ says George. â€œDo you know the land Of-No-Return.â€ â€œI donâ€™t care to know, George.â€ I yell. â€œTell Matt not to lay a hand on any of my dear friends or I will skin him alive, I promise.â€ â€œWhoa!â€ George tease. â€œI can see you have enormous strength. Good for you.â€ â€œBut donâ€™t worry, Hunter.â€ He says scornfully. â€œIâ€™ll tell you the land Of-No-Return.â€ â€œIt is a special forest, full of mysteries.â€ He tells me. â€œAt the very immediate zone of the land, there is a lion and a very bad one.â€ He laughs. â€œHe will have a great feast this evening.â€ It is a dark Monday evening we are experiencing. But I know Iâ€™ll do everything in my power not to have either Nick or Irene hurt. Soon, Matt lands at a spot, close to the woodland area. He quickly pushes them with a stick deeper into the thick forest. â€œWhat!!â€ I yell on top of my voice. â€œWhere is he taking them.â€ I am in bondage now, and there is fairly little I can do except read Georgeâ€™s mind. They are to die, and then; weâ€™ll carry Hunter back to Masterâ€™s House, straight to his apportioned place-of-bondage, just as my Master commanded we should do. As I keep imagining; and as my fear keeps rising, I get a sudden push by George. â€œHey, hurry. Pull yourself down.â€ He gets to the other side of the car, unfastens my seatbelt and drags me to the mysterious woodland, where Irene and Nick are currently at. I keep walking, still in bondage. After a short span of walking in the woodland, my eyes see bizarreness. There is a lion in a wooden cage, then suddenly; Matt tries to fully unfasten Nickâ€™s hands. â€œGeorge!! I need help.â€ Matt yells. Before he can utter his last words; Nick slips out of Mattâ€™s hands, by punching him a hard blow. â€œIrene, Hunter!! Fight for your lives!!!â€ Nick yells saying this, and runs deeper into the forest. â€œItâ€™s dangerous!â€ I try to tell him. Matt runs chasing after him. But Nick runs faster, and deeper into the forest. Matt retreats, and this time he sees George holding firm the arms of Irene and mine, even as we remain still in ties. â€œGeorge, letâ€™s leave him.â€ He says. â€œThat guy canâ€™t make it in the wilds!!â€ A whole surge of energy comes from nowhere, vibrating the whole of my body to receive supernatural strength. â€œNick shall be alive!!â€ I speak with a strange husky voice I never know to possess. I release myself from Georgeâ€™s grasp, and with my paranormal strength I tear apart the ties binding my wrists. I hold unto George by the collar; giving him heavy punches with all my strength. Irene stands at a distance but I have no time for her now. With a last forceful blow, I throw a heavy punch straight on his face, and with a sudden tumble he collapses to the ground. Matt tries to run, using the stick in his hands to protect himself. With great boldness, I clutch the stick; tear it apart in halves, and grab him forcefully. â€œYou shall rather be a feast to the lion.â€ I decide to throw him into the cage, then I hear a voice. â€œLet me handle him for you.â€ She takes the sticks I suddenly break into two on the floor; holding one at her left-hand and one at her right. â€œThis is for touching me!â€ she says. She knocks Matt with ceaseless strokes until Matt comes tumbling to the ground. Now I see both of them fall to the ground. Suddenly, I regain my consciousness; knowing that, such strength can only root out of a paranormal source. â€œThey are all fallen to the ground.â€ I say with wonder. Without realizing, we now are holding each other, emotionally. Suddenly, our lips lie on each other, and there goes an enthralling kiss, which is fully gratifying. â€œYou just acted like Hercules.â€ â€œI did not know what came over me.â€ I admit. â€œWe have to be quick, letâ€™s search for Nick inside the forest!â€ So we run.