Recruit

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Bruce has me put on my suit and we go to a controlled, isolated room. He starts coaching me on how to better manifest. Instead of just imagining something, try to see the energy in my minds eye, then turn that into whatever. It feels a lot easier that way; like I won't feel drained after a few manifestations.

We practice and work endlessly, only stopping so I can quickly catch my breath. When we get to my mind-tapping abilities, Steve gets called from the audience as a volunteer.

"Okay. So based on what I've noticed to far, by the way you-" he moves his hands like he's holding an invisible ball "-think. You- your powers just, are- they can't- well... With out-" Right when he starts making sense of himself, he's cut off.

"Bruce." A disembodied voice says warningly.

"Sorry. Anyway-"

"No. What was that about?" I demand, wanting to know what he was about to say.

"Nothing, I just got carried away." He tells me, with the sneakiest wink, I nod slightly in understanding.

"I was saying..."

He goes on to explain that, I can most likely tap straight into people memories. So that's where we start, I have to try to get into Steves head, to see if I can do that. Bruce has Steve play a specific memory over and over in his head.

I try standing three feet away from him. Bruce tells me to just find my space again. After a minute I do, then he tells me to use my theoretical mental self, and reach out to Steve's theoretical mental self. I try to, but it's hard, he seems far away and distant.

So we stand closer, almost touching. I'm so close, I can feel the memory, I feel what he felt. I can tell it's not a very strong emotion, something mundane. No matter how hard I dig, I'm just as annoyingly close, I go deeper into my mind space.

Out of frustration, I try to put my hands on his shoulder but he's too tall, so I end up gripping his biceps. I'm determined to get the entire picture. I can roughly make it out.

A room with a bed, a TV playing; but I still can't quite feel the sheets, or see what program is on. And I start to crave those details, a hunger for the full picture takes me over. I claw at his arms in hope of building a deeper connection.

"Ow! Take it easy kid!" Steve says in the distance, but I don't take any note.

No matter how hard I dig, I can't get everything. Disregarding the 'space' I'm in, I open my eyes. Steves face and energy sort of look mashed together, he looks like he's on fire, I think his eyes are worried but I really couldn't care less, I NEED to know.

Looking into his eyes, I reach up and grab the sides of his face, trying to pull the whole picture from his mind. Only when I force our foreheads together to I get what I need.

I'm placed in the memory as if it was mine. I'm laying in bed, watching Jersey Shore on MTV2. Giving up on being interested, I let myself fall asleep. The room is a little cold, and the bed is much to soft. I'm worried, Keegan's not alright; Bruce thinks her powers are getting too strong, to fast. Apparently everyday, she's growing everyday, he can see the remarkable progress, see her getting more powerful. And no one has any idea how that can effect her mental state, we haven't dealt with many- any teenaged advanced before.

"KEEGAN!" Bruce yells.

A bright blue light shines in my eyes then I stumble backwards. For a moment I forget who I am. Steve? Keegan? I'm not sure, looking around I see white walls and only one door.

I try to make sense of what happened, what I did. All I remember is a sick need to crawl inside that memory, and I didn't care what I'd have to do to get it, or how far id go. Traces of that feeling linger inside me.