Mark sat up in his bed.
He thought he heard something. He got up and turned the light on. In the corner of his room, stood a man. He had some kind of gun, and it was pointed at Mark. "You weren't supposed to find out again," he said. "Again?" asked Mark. "If we have to do this again, next time I won't be so friendly," he replied. "I'm really confused right now," said Mark, "But I don't know how you consider this friendly." "Trust me," he replied, "it is." Just then, Mark thrust his hand out toward the gun. Nothing happened. Mark looked at his hand in dismay. "I can't do it," he said confused and upset. The man just smirked, and then pulled the trigger. Mark caught the glimpse of a dart in his hand, and then, darkness.
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Mind Over Matter
Ciencia FicciónPeople are getting powers. We don't know why. We usually don't know how. We do know that we have to protect the world. Protect it from them. Some of them are good. Most of them aren't. All of them are weird, and, if anything, we must protect them fr...
