Shot In The Dark - An Eddie Munson & Y/N Story

3 ~ Control

- Y/N POV -
The remainder of the music class spent in silence, or rather the room was seemingly silent to everyone in it, except for me. My mind endlessly echoes the deafening voices of those around me. There's a small detail as yet unmentioned about me, the reason I keep myself so guarded from everyone around me, a little insight into the "sixth sense" I joked about earlier. We'll get onto the details of my past a little later, but for now, the important thing you need to know about me is that I'm not like other people, I'm... special. Ever since I can remember I've been "gifted" with abilities that only a few others similarly possess, the abilities varied from person to person in my group of "special siblings". My gifts largely focus on the minds of the people around me, I'm able to manipulate and control them as well as hear them. Usually, only when I choose to listen can I hear their thoughts as though they're speaking them directly to me, but occasionally the thoughts echo through my brain without my consent.

I can tap into peoples minds and use them as though they're puppets to me, controlling their thoughts, words and actions the way an author writes a book. I never liked using these powers, during training with my "siblings" I would be forced to tap into one of them and use them as though they were a weapon or play thing. Using a helpless child to pit against another in senseless duals for praise and approval from our superiors.

This was an ability I held uniquely as my own, however many of the children shared one or two abilities with one another. Like the others, with a lot of strength, I can also move things and people, practically throw them across the room with an elegant flick of my wrist as though they are weightless, but these powers take their toll on me. Often rendering me exhausted and drained of life. They also leave me at constant risk of exposure to the people who "raised" me for most of my life, the people I still see in my worst nightmares, and if I'm discovered, these people wouldn't bat an eyelid about killing anyone else around me, especially anyone I care about. I often use music to block out the thoughts of those around me, the heavier the music, the quieter the sounds get - this is where my taste for metal was born.

These abilities are how I knew Eddie's name without him telling me, how I knew he smoked weed, how I knew he was staring at me this morning in the hall. Even with my music blaring, Eddie's thoughts about me were so loud they rumbled through my brain as I desperately fixated on pushing them away. This is also how I knew Eddie was coming toward me in the woods, I could hear his internal pep-talk as he approached his 'dream girl'. Unfortunately for me, my previous efforts at keeping Eddie away didn't stop the onslaught of screaming thoughts of me spilling from his mind into my ears.

"Why couldn't you have a single fucking flaw?! Why do you continue to be so fucking perfect!" I hear from the mind of the angsty boy seated next to me. I can't help but smile shyly and blush a little at the thought of Eddie finding me perfect, in reality, I kinda liked him too, but my recent promise never to get close to anyone wouldn't allow for this. Instead we sat in a total verbal silence, while Eddie continued his obsessive thoughts of me through the remainder of class as I tried tirelessly to tune them out. As the final bell rang, we packed up in silence and made our separate ways to our vehicles, destined for separate trailers as the same trailer park...

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"011! You're up next. And, let's see... ah, 005!" the man says as he gestures to the two young girls, one only around 4ish and the other roughly 9-years-old,  both girls wearing white gowns and slippers, their hair buzzed close to their heads. Fair complexions and big brows eyes laced with fear and uncertainty toward their impending task. Both girls walk towards the two white circles drawn out on the floor below them, facing one another on opposing sides of the room. They both glance at the white haired man who called them forward, awaiting his signal to begin. The white haired man looks at each girl in turn before giving his instructions, "The one who is ejected from their circle, is out. The winner gets 30 additional minutes in the play room! Ready?... Go!"