Sound

Chapter Five

Jack parks his car and follows Sebastian inside. Luke is sitting at the front desk again, watching something on the computer screen with his feet on the table.

"Hey, Jack," he says without looking away from his computer, as if he was expecting him.

Jack doesn't respond and pushes open the door, rushing down the stairs after Sebastian.

"I should have known this would happen. We should have waited until you completed your training; you aren't in full control of your powers yet," he hears Lindsey say as he approaches the door to the basement.

"Yes I am," Sebastian says.

"No you aren't. If you were that kid wouldn't have been injured."

"I did it on purpose."

"You're telling me you tried to kill a kid on purpose?"

"I didn't try to kill him, Lindsey. You're being ridiculous. He got hit in the face with a cup of coffee, it's no big deal."

"No big deal? He could have serious burns, Sebastian."

"It's nothing permanent. He'll get better. Besides, he was asking for it."

"That's no excuse."

Jack pushes the door open and walks in. They both turn to look at him, Sebastian looking annoyed.

"Were you eavesdropping on us?" he asks.

"The kid was asking for it," he says to Lindsey. "He was making fun of Sebastian for being blind."

Lindsey looks at him angrily.

"Why didn't you stop them?" she asks.

"I can take care of myself," Sebastian says.

"Oh, obviously," Lindsey snaps and turns to Jack. "Why are you even here?"

"I drove Sebastian home."

"He told me to pick him up at three."

"He told me you were working."

"Sebastian, what's going on with you?" Lindsey asks, turning to see him away towards the sound proof room.

"I have to train," he says.

"He's always doing that," Jack mutters. He's starting to get a headache from all the noise. The earplugs aren't doing much, he can still hear the fans on the computers running and the occasional footsteps loud in his ears. Not to mention it sounded like Sebastian and Lindsey were yelling at him.

LIndsey looks at him.

"Are you still upset about yesterday? Have you changed your mind about the training?"

"I actually came to talk to you about something," he says. "I've been having these dreams."

"Don't," the voice in his head says again.

"What kind of dreams?" she asks, but she doesn't sound surprised.

"Don't tell her. She doesn't need to know. They're just dreams, nothing more."

His headache is getting worse.

"They aren't really dreams. I don't know what they are. I can't see anything, only hear it."

"What happens in them?" she asks.

"I can hear people talking to me. You guys, specifically. At first I was just like, okay, that's kind of weird. But then when I met you, you said the same things you said in my dreams. Like I predicted it or something."