Mind Games

Chapter 1

The lights are dim. I can hear only the faint sounds of echoing. I can hear the tension in their voices, but their voices remain calm. It's Mr. Shepherd now. He's talking about how my dad needs to tell her. Whose her? "She hasn't been around for 10 years what makes you think she cares about him now?" My dad raises his voice. I inch my way down the stairs to get a better look into his office to see whats going on. They're talking about me. That much I know, but about what? I know my grades in school aren't that great right now, but whats so important that Mr. Shepherd has to bring my mother into it. She hasn't been around since I was a kid what makes him think I even want her around. "All I'm saying is she knows more about his...gift-" My dad cut him off. The tension in my dads voice was rising. "I don't care if she knows more about his gift. Shes out of the picture. I will handle this on my own, I don't need her. Cole is doing just fine without her and he will learn how to control his gift on his own. He knows what can happen if he doesn't." My dad said. His breathing getting heavy with frustration. My dads voice was getting closer. He was walking towards the office door. I backed up the stairs a little so he didn't see me. He shut it. Crap. Now I cant hear anything. I walk back upstairs in a state that I have given up.

I've heard enough. What did my dad mean by "He knows what can happen if he doesn't?"

Anyways, I'm Cole Sharper. I'm 16 years old. I can hear things, I can see things. Mostly in the future. Life, death, war. Some people say that my gift will only become more powerful with age. I am a seeker, for the most part nothing can hurt me. But it comes with its consequences. For instance, I have to keep my gift hidden from others, there are hunters. Mostly scientist that want to use people just like me for evil. I also need to learn how to control my gift. Right now because I'm only 16, my gift can be dangerous. Its slowly killing me, and the more I use it the shorter time I have. But that's OK, because while most people live to be in their 90s. I can live to be up to 5,000 years old. Depending how I conserve my energy, I can live up to 10,000 years old. There aren't many of us, my kind that is. We don't have a name. Some people call us Seekers. A lot of seekers cant control it. From what my dad tells me, my mom couldn't control her gift. She left when I was 5. She went off to live on her own in some refugee safe haven for people like us. She thought it was best to keep me safe. They knew what she was, and they were hunting her everyday. She is powerful, but its killing her at the same time. So I hide my gift, as difficult as it is in a world like this, I'm learning to control it. I have to.