Don't Lie to Me

Chapter 11

~Mikhail~

I drove down a bumpy road, bracing myself for the jolts. I looked over at Elle’s quiet form. She looked exhausted, probably from the onslaught of information coming at her. I had known there was something special about me my whole life. It seemed like she had been denying it her whole life, and hadn’t accepted it until now.

I knew there were others like me as well. Every now and then, I would encounter them for brief moments. I saw the distant look in their eyes, the cautious pause in their step. They were aware of everything around them, and they knew they didn’t fit.

I hadn’t known completely what made each of these people different until I met Roger.

“Are we almost there?”

I nodded silently, turning off the dirt road into a less rocky one. A big wood house rose up out of the trees, capturing your attention. Elle’s eyes widened as she absorbed the view before her.

“Where are we?”

I pulled up near the front door, gazing up at the windows, trying to see any form of life.

“We are at my friend Roger’s house. He’s one of us.”

Elle followed me quietly, not asking any more questions. She was probably shocked; not comprehending that there might have been others, much less ones that I would know.

I rang the doorbell, waiting nervously for the door to open. I hadn’t seen Roger in a couple years. He had left the town we had both been staying in when we met for this house. He had given me his new address, telling me to stop by if I was ever in town. I had come to this town to find him, but had ended up meeting Elle as well. I didn’t know what it would be like to see him again, but I knew he could help.

We waited for a few more minutes, silence engulfing us.

“Maybe he’s not home?”

But before I could agree, the door swung open, revealing a beaming face looking down at us.

“Mikhail! It’s been too long!”

~

“Would you like some tea? Or how about some coffee?”

We stood awkwardly in the living room, waiting for an invitation to sit. The wide-open area was occupied by a few lounge chairs and a simple coffee table all pointing towards a large TV screen. Roger walked through the doorway into the kitchen, talking over his shoulder.

“Oh, and please sit down. Mi casa es su casa as they say in Spanish.”

We each took a seat next to each other, glancing around curiously.

“No thanks, I’m good.”

I was too nervous to drink; I don’t think I would be able to keep it down. Roger always had that affect on me, no matter how inviting he was.

Elle shook her head no as well, apparently sharing the same feelings as me.

Roger shrugged, preparing his own cup of coffee. But of course, he didn’t make it the same way everybody else does. He didn’t have to touch anything.

Elle gasped, her hands grabbing stiffly to the side of her chair. I had grown used to Rogers’s power, but it still amazed me every time he used it. My eyes grew wide as a glass cup soared through the air and landed peacefully next to Roger.

Roger glanced up calmly, smiling at Elle’s reaction.

“Yes that’s right, I can move things with my mind. They tend to call that ‘telekinesis’ don’t they?”