I'm leaping, running, breathing hard. He's right in front of me, his black coat tailing in his feverish wake. I'm close enough to touch him, but that's not what I want.
I have to get into position.
The rooftops below my feet are slick and glistening with the leftovers of last night's rain, but I have no trouble keeping my footing. I chase the criminal in front of me, step for step, and up ahead I see the building.
That's where I need to take him down.
I'm three buildings away.
Two.
One.
I breathe in the autumn air and leap over the gap separating my workplace from the roof I was just on. I land lightly and then propel myself forward on the balls of my feet, catching him in the back.
He slips and falls forward. We roll, and I make sure to come out on top, where I spring up and place my feet on his wrists, my forearm on his neck.
I pull closer to his face and sneer. "Feeling lucky?"
Two weeks ago, when this man claimed his first victim, one of my associates, he had written the exact catchphrase on a wall, in the victims blood. That cruel deed had earned him a sadistic and undeserving nickname- The Lucky Killer.
"Yeah, I'm feeling it," he said. "I've got more tricks up my sleeve than you know."
Not likely, I thought to myself.
I briefly closed my eyes, then opened them a split second later, and began to use my gift in the way I'd taught myself.
I mentally moved a part of me, of my consciousness, and sidled it up next to his. I increased its sensitivities until I began to hear thoughts, but not my own.
His.
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TELEPATHY
FantasyThis super-secret agent is not just smart and talented- she's telepathic. But when the wrong people catch wind of what she can do, it's up to her, her wits, and others thoughts to keep everything from crashing down around her ears. Not to mention th...
