"Hello," a young and familiar voice said. That young female voice was what Elyse woke up hearing, but why had she been asleep? "You woke up," the girl said.
"Who are you?" Elyse asked, unable to see who the girl was.
"I'm Priscilla," the girl replied. "You don't remember?" Priscilla asked, surprise in her voice.
"No...wait," she replied, and rubbed her head with the heel of her hand. She had to lift both of her hands to do so. "You're the girl," she began, then her eyes opened wide. She knew who the girl was, but she didn't understand why she was waking up to the girl. Then she remembered the darts, and locking the van up before they blacked out. She also realized she was tied up.
"How'd you get in the van?"
"I think I'd like to ask the questions, if it's alright with you."
"This isn't some kind of spy movie. You could get in a lot of trouble imprisoning us like this." Elyse hoped her threat might have some impact on the girl.
The girl laughed, which shattered her hope. "Let me get this straight. You've been trying to capture me, to put me in some kind of freaky experiment, and I'm sure you'd let me go if I asked, right?" Put that way, Elyse could only smile.
"Aren't goons usually bigger than these two?"
"They're technicians, not goons. What do you want to know?"
"I want to know who's after me, and why. I also want to understand how your tracking thing works."
"Dr. Pascoe is head of a CIA funded research project to develop telepathy in humans. He hopes to manufacture the ability in people who don't already have it."
"I thought you said this wasn't a spy movie?" Elyse wished she could see the girl. "And you think I'm a telepath?" Priscilla asked, after a short pause.
"We think so because you are."
There was a much longer pause before Priscilla spoke again. "Why are you people so sure I have telepathy?"
"We've discovered telepathic ability emits a very unique type of energy signature. We designed the monitors to sense telepathic energy. You emit a massive amount of telepathic energy, although there's something going on with the monitors."
"What's wrong with them?"
"Somehow, they're picking up birds, and it's masking you."
"Very interesting." Again, Elyse wished she could see the girl's face, and maybe get an idea of what she was thinking.
"I shouldn't have told you that."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you told me." The tone was almost mocking.
"So, let me see if I have the facts straight, here. The CIA is trying to get me, so Dr. Pascoe can do his mad scientist stuff with me, and you goons, I'm sorry, technicians, are using some kind of magic wand to track me, because you think I can read minds. Does that pretty much cover everything?"
"Although your interpretation isn't accurate, yeah."
"You know, if I could read minds, I could've just read yours to get the story without all of the wasted breath. Your mad doctor should think about these things." Although Elyse couldn't see Priscilla's face, she could picture an ironic smile, and there was.
"Let's say you can't read minds. Why do you give off so much of the energy wave associated with telepathy?"
"I'm not an evil scientist, so I have no clue. You guys should've figured that out before you started your crazy witch hunt, and made me mad."
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Lilly
Teen Fiction[COMPLETE] Known by all to be a druggie, gang member, prostitute and general all around bad person, Lilly is shunned by those she once called 'friends' and not trusted by those charged with her care. With everyone trying to shove her down, the negl...
