Sensing Clea

Chapter 1

Everything seemed to go slow. How people spoke to me, their movement, even their expressions were slow. I pulled my knees closer to my chest, hoping that I could make myself invincible. I slowly looked up to see the innocent man in front of me, covered in his own blood. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. How did my day turn into this? How did an innocent man die because of me? How am I going to explain to the police that I made the killer blind, and the gun that was pointed at me somehow ended up going off at the man that was trying to help me? It doesn't even make any sense to me.

"Miss, we will have to take you back to the police station for questioning, can you please come with us?" The officer asked me, looking at me like I was about to break. I slowly nodded my head, pushing myself off the ground. I got in the back seat of the police car that was now taking me to the station. I kept quiet the whole time, afraid that if I open up my mouth to say something, that I'll end up crying.

When we got to the police station, they led me straight into this room with a two-way mirror. On the other side of that mirror was the observation room. I took a seat and put my elbows on the table in front of me, rubbing my face in frustration.

I killed an innocent man today. It was self-defense in my case but if I weren't such a coward, this man could still be alive right now. The real killer is still out there. I don't even know why he would want to kill me; I've never seen the man before. I groan, running my hand through my messed-up light brown curls.

How long are they going to hold me here? Am I going to jail?

As if to answer my unspoken questions, a man walked in. His tall figure, broad shoulders and facial expression made him intimidating. I let my arms fall on to the table as he took a seat across from me.

He is gorgeous. With his shoulder length, smooth black hair tied back and his black suit in check, he looked like the poster guy for 'How to make everyone else around you feel less attractive'

"Hello, Miss McCoy, I'm special agent, Victor Benedict, I'm here to ask you a few questions, is that okay?" His expression didn't give away anything as he looked at me, his voice emotionless. I nodded and he opened up his folder, looking through some papers. "Can you tell me what happened today?" He asked, still keeping his gaze on the folder. What happened? I don't even know that yet, how am I supposed to answer that. He looked up when I didn't say anything. I felt this wave inside my head and I got dizzy.

I know what he was trying to do. "Please don't do that." I whispered, my eyes closing. "What do you mean?" He asked, and I chuckled humorlessly. "Stop trying to find something inside my head, I already said yes to answering your questions. Just give me some time to collect my thoughts." I re-opened my eyes, looking at him.

"You're a savant?" I don't think he meant it as a question. I nodded once again. For the first time since he came in here, I could read his expression. He was surprised.

"Okay, um, that makes this a much more different case than I first thought. Do you mind going through what happened today with me?" He said and looked at me thoughtfully, "please?" he added.

Maybe I won't sound as crazy when I tell him what happened because he knows about savants and our powers. But the possibility that I will indeed sound crazy is still there though.

"I was on my way home from the store when this guy attacked me." I started, hesitating a bit. "I've never seen the man in my life and have no idea why he would attack me. When he pulled out his gun after I fought him off, I turned off his senses. It was when this innocent man walked past the alley, that he shot the gun. I didn't mean for him to get killed, I was only trying to get away. I, I didn't mean for this to happen." I tried to pick my words carefully but it still came out uneasy.