Walls (mob psycho 100 )

homeless.

When I was 13 or 14, I'm not so sure anymore, I used live on the streets.

I didn't have a lot of belongings. There were times I had to eat scraps.

And people did all kinds of things. Stared, glared, told me to Buzz off.

But that was then.

A boy about my age, with orange hair came to me one day. Our conversation went like this.

"Hello."

I stare at him, wondering what he wanted.

"I know your special, from all the other people."

I freeze. Nobody is really able to sense my powers, even pretty good psychics had a hard time.

"Then go away."I say.

"Ok, then." He walks away.

I sigh, I finally thought I had peace.

I thought it too soon.

He comes back with a paper box in hand.

"Here, some food. I bet your hungry." I started to dislike him, he seemed too obnoxious.

But I was hungry. Really hungry.

I reluctantly took the box he offered. It was still warm.

I opened it, and nearly cried with happiness. Real proper food!

I look at him suspiciously. He gives me a go on gesture.

I give in. I swallow the food and sigh. Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

But then I felt something in my stomach.

"What did you do to me." I gasp at him.

"Sorry, but I had a feeling you wouldn't come willingly. "

I collapsed on the sidewalk. I wanted to scream for help. But there was no one around, and even if, why would they help me.

I knew he was another psychic. His aura was... Orange, like his hair.

As I pass out, he told me. "Welcome to the club."

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Sho Suzuki pov:

I call my dad.

It rings for a few moments. Then he answers.

"I got her." I look down at her pitiful figure, now fully passed out.

"Good, now go bring her to the location." He gruffly replies.

I groan. "Dad! Come on I have school. I can't be up this late. And she give me a really weird feeling."

I shiver, every time my shoes had accidentally touches her, it send a electric like, horrible feeling, coursing through my body.

"Really? Interesting. What do you feel?"

"Ugh, why don't you come over and feel it yourself. "

"Sho..." He warns

"I know, I know. You have stuff to do all around the world. Anyways I got to go. Bye" I hang up.

"Stupid dad." I mutter

I look at her again. I wouldn't want to touch her, because of the creepy feeling.

I levitate her and she floats behind me, looking ethereal.

"Seventh division, here I come."

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You pov:

I wake up in a white room. It is sparsely decorated.

I look around for an exit. I see a metal Dior and run to it. I tried to open it up but it was locked.

I sit on the bed, trying to withhold my panic.

I can't let my emotions get hold of me.

I shiver. The boy had a lot of power and it rubbed off me.

I thought about what had happened. I ate food, was drugged, and brought here. Where ever this place was.

"Welcome to the club." He had said.

Does he mean of psychics? Why would psychics want me? Did they even know what i could do?

I thought of that day I found out, then pushed it from my mind. I couldn't afford to break here.

My powers...

I looked at my hands. I knew what they could do. But I couldn't afford it.

I think of Orange (I gave him a nickname). how I hate that boy!

I had a peaceful life! Sure I wasn't in good shape but at least it didn't tempt me to use my abilities.

The door opens...