Telekinetic (Quicksilver)

Chapter 4

Mercy's Dream

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I was standing in the middle of a tunnel, a bright white tunnel. I could see flashes of people walking past me, and some even walking through me. Like I wasn't really there. I could see lots of strange looking kids, mostly my age, maybe a little younger. Where was I? I could see a man standing down the tunnel, on the other side. There was still a bunch of kids filing in through the hall. The man had dark brown hair that came down to about his shoulders, and his chin was covered with a small beard of the same color. His eyes sparkled in the luminescent light from the overhanging lamps. Suddenly, he looked at me, a look of pure confusion showing upon his face. And then I heard a voice, a voice that I thought must have been his.

Another telepath. My name is Charles. 

My eyes widened, and then I woke up. I was surrounded by darkness. There were a few large boxes stacked in one corner of my room. I was still sitting on the couch, but there was a blanket laying over my body. I took in deep breaths, my heart pounded out of my chest. That dream was really realistic. How would that man know that I was a telepath? A telepath! Someone who can read and control minds. That's why I could hear the voices. Everything seemed to fall into place. My eyes darted around the room, and I started to freak out. I forgot where I was, and I almost screamed in fear. But then I remembered....the move, the car, the boy. Mom was probably going to force me to talk to him today, or maybe tomorrow.

What time is it? I glanced around the room again, not finding anything to answer my question. Well, it didn't matter anyways. I would just have to fall asleep again. Maybe it really was just a dream. Just a crazy, whacked out dream. My body slowly started relaxing again, my mind went completely blank. I could feel my eyes starting to get heavy, and I could feel myself being surrounded by the darkness once more.

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I woke up with a start, my heart racing again. Someone was calling my name. I could hear them quite clearly, although I couldn't see anyone. Probably Mom's thoughts, or maybe Dad's. I opened my eyes, which didn't want to comply. Then I saw that Mom was standing by the couch, trying to shove me awake.

"Mercy? Mercy? You awake?" She called, gently. Was she trying to lull me back to sleep, or wake me up? It felt like she was trying to make me even more tired than I already was. 

"Yeah. I'm awake. What do you want, Mom?" I groaned as she pulled her hands away from me. Her eyes sent me two daggers, if looks could kill, I would be long gone by now. I could see her soft, unblemished hands petting my head.

"I'm sorry to wake you. Just thought that we might want to go out and meet the neighbors. I can wait if you want to sleep in some more." 

"No, it's fine. You already woke me up, and I kind-of want to meet some people. It'll be fun. Is Dad coming, too?" I could see Mom's face go from sad to optimistic.

"Well, your Dad is going to a job conference. He's trying out for a medical job at John Muir. Kind-of like what he did back at home." Her voice didn't crack, but I could tell that she was still a bit touchy on the subject of our old house. 

"Oh, That's really good!" That was all I said for the next half-hour. I looked at the many boxes that littered the floor in front of me, and moaned. "Do I have to unpack everything by myself?" I saw Mom's face become sly. She nodded, with an eager smile.

"Yes, Dad and I already have a lot of unpacking to do. I trust that you will do your new room some good." She smiled at me, and I gave off another half-hearted groan. I knew that when Mom had her mind set on something, that there was no way that I could make her change her mind.