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Submitted by Heyzeus (View user info) at 2005-03-03 20:45:18 EST

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This is the entire story so far. I changed alot of it and that's why I'm reposting the entire thing because some of the story won't make sense unless you read the changes.

And of course there is a naked female at the bottom.
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#### I'm not a nerd who believes in psychic abilities, I just have an overactive imagination, and thought it would be fun to write about.####

"Focus! Focus!" Bob's inner psyche screamed as he concentrated his mind on the twenty steel ball bearings, each the size of a D battery, that lay in front of him. This was Bob's nightly ritual for the past six years, beginning when he was fifteen. He would sit on his bed in a classic meditative posture or any way that wasn't uncomfortable with out easily falling asleep. He would sit and concentrate on an object he felt comfortable with, batteries, paper clips, coins, attempting to move the object with his mind. Every night for three hours he would sit and push his mind to it's limit.

Bob's shaved skull started to pound with the increase in blood flow as the ball bearings slowly raised off his mattress. When the pressure in his skull started to build up, the bearings came to a stop at different elevations off his bed. Squinting his eyes tight and bringing his thick dark eyebrows close together. His heart pounded and his breathing quickened, but kept perfectly still, resisting the urge to reach out his hand. After a half hour the bearings began to drop, despite the raising of his hand to aid in the process of visualization. One by one, over the course of several minutes the bearings dropped until only one was left. When the last bearing descended back on to the mattress, he heaved a sigh of disappointment, and opened his green eyes to a pitch black room. "My fear is holding me back." he whispered into the darkness.

The fear of brain hemorrhage, was a thought that occupied his mind constantly. The first time he succeeded in telekinesis two years ago, he never thought that a brain hemorrhage was something that he needed to worry about. After his third successful attempt at telekinesis he experienced a massive nose bleed and passed out. From that day on he constantly feared pushing himself too hard.

Bob got up from his cross legged position and walked to his bathroom, flexing his bare feet in an attempt to return feeling to his numb toes. He splashed a handful of water on his face to wash off the layer of dried sweat. When he looked up at the mirror, he was startled by the blood red splotches that nearly covered his eyes. "Holy shit, that's bad." he cursed upon noticing that the blood pressure had caused several vessels in his eyes to burst, turning both his eyes blood red. Once again his fear made itself known to him. He opened the mirror and reached for the Advil that was inside the cabinet. The blood thinning effects of the pain killer eased his worry, and helped him relax.

Walking through the darkness back across his tiny studio apartment, cursing to himself about his eyes, he sat on the side of his bed. Hanging his head, with his elbows on his knees, he whispered to himself. "I wonder if she'll call tonight." He raised his head and looked at his clock, it read ten o'clock PM. Just then his cell phone began playing the theme song to Super Mario Brothers. His heart beat skipped and his mood was instantly elevated. He picked it up and fumbled with the buttons, after finally hitting the green "on" button, he said "Hello?" and anticipated hearing her voice.

"Hey, it's Amy. What's up?" Her voice ringing in his ear, with a hint of her Spanish accent.

"Not much, just thinkin." Even though he had known her for a little over three years, it still took him some time to get over his nervousness when he spoke to her.

"Thinkin, huh? Does that mean you were meditating?" Bob regretted telling her that he meditated, he never told her the whole truth, but he mentioned once that he meditated to clear his mind. "I can call back if I interrupted you. I know how important it is." She said in a sarcastic tone.

"Yea OK........ so what are you up to?" he replied, avoiding the subject of meditation.

"There's a party at John Millers house tonight, I'm about to leave in ten minutes. I just wanted to call you before I left to check on you, you haven't called in a while." Her voice sounded concerned. "You haven't been calling all month."

"Yea, I've been kinda distracted lately." A partial truth, he had become consumed with discovering new ways to use his mental skills for the past month. Where he would usually spend a few hours a night meditating, he now spent several hours intermittently throughout the day. Also reading biology books from his library and medical papers he downloaded off the internet.

"How can you be busy? You don't have a job." She fired back. "How do you afford that apartment without any income? I know your parents don't have enough money to support your lazy ass."Bob's employment status, or lack of, was questioned almost daily by either his parents or Amy, starting when Amy had been his date to a wedding when they first met. A fact that came to a complete shock to his family, considering his social grace or lack there of. While at the after party she spoke to his parents who were very interested in his attractive date, and was obviously out of his league. Sometime during the conversation they started to talk about what Bob did for a living, and no body could come up with an answer. So when ever she spoke to Bob she brought the subject of his employment status up as often as she could.

"I told you, when my grandmother died she left me some cash." Bob answered, hoping she hadn't check with his parents on that fact. His parents loved Amy simply for the fact that she was Bob's only friend, and hoping there was something more to it than just friendship. Even Bob hoped there was more to it than friendship, but knew that he would never be anything more than her friend, she just didn't find guys like Bob attractive. At five foot seven inches, Bob was an inch shorter than Amy, and thanked his father every time he saw him for that genetic gift.

"Really? How much?" She asked in a tone that made Bob look sideways at the phone in disbelief.

"Something like fifteen thousand dollars." In reality he had used his abilities to rip off an ATM machine for fifteen thousand dollars. The incident was on the front page of the local newspaper, with the headline reading 'Man in Ski Mask Hacks Into ATM'. Bob thought the headline was not only bland but wrong. The entire process didn't involve any computers. There wasn't any tapping of keys or entering of special codes, he simply raised the flaps that held the money in and turned on the device that distributed the money.

"Oh... well you better get a job soon, that money isn't going to last forever." She said in a skeptic tone

"Yea I know. So is Steve taking you to the party?" Steve was her boyfriend the last time they spoke, but Bob felt she had a knew boyfriend already or at least broke up with him.

"No, I broke up with him last weekend." Bob felt sorry for some of Amy's old boyfriends. She had the ability to cause a guy to confess his love for her on the first date. But she would always get board with them rather quickly, and leave them emotionally battered. "Yea, me and my sister are going together, in fact she's yelling at me right now to move my ass. So I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love ya." She hung up before Bob could say good bye.

He put the phone on his night stand and laid down on his back to go to sleep. He looked forward to sleeping, when he slept he dreamt of Amy. He had suspicions that his dreams might be more than dreams and that they may have some basis in reality, but he could never prove it. As his mind drifted and his eyes became heavier he thought of Amy.

Through the blurriness of deep sleep Bob began to see her face, she was smiling and seamed, by the way she would laugh, to be enjoying herself. As his range of view grew he could see her naturally golden tanned skin, the tight pink shirt with the word PRINCESS on the front that exposed her belly ring and tight low rider jeans. The blurry image panned out and showed that she was at a party, as the party went on the indistinctness of the images in Bob's head began to clear. She began to drink excessive amounts of alcohol, something she was notorious for, then she was dancing with some random guy. At this, jealousy and disappointment threatened to break the mental connection and on most occasions the connection would be lost, but something deeper in Bob's mind held the connection. Bob could see that her sister was also drunk a thought that worried him. Eventually the party came to an end and people started to leave. The clock at the party showed that it was three thirteen AM when Amy and her sister got into her car and left.

Bob woke up screaming. He looked at the clock on his night stand, it read three eighteen AM. Bob jumped out of his bed and started putting on his shoes. " Please let it be a dream, Please let it be a dream." He repeated over and over again as he ran out of his apartment. He cringed as he went over the last image he saw of Amy's body laying on the ground surrounded by glass with the right side of her skull caved in.



Bob jumped off the balcony of his second floor apartment, wearing only white Reeboks, Burger King boxers and a brown leather jacket. He landed in the back of his nineteen eighty seven, tan, Isuzu Pup truck. As his legs flexed from the impact, and his fingers splayed out in front of him on the plastic liner, his mind raced through the images of Amy's mangled body. Jumping from the back and taking a seat behind the wheel, he came to the realization that he had no idea where Amy was. "I can't do shit, if I don't know where she is!" He screamed harshly and entirely too loud at himself, for his inadequacy. At this point Bob no longer doubted the accuracy of the dream. "Just concentrate on Amy, you can do this."

Bob cursed at himself for his limited 'remote viewing' ability. Only recently had Bob discovered new ways to use his heightened mental state. Though he had been successful at utilizing several levels of 'Extra Sensory Perception', telekinesis was the only ability he had trained his mind to do for the past six years. Unfortunately his ability to 'remote view' at long distances had only manifested itself when he was asleep.

His mind struggled with the image of Amy, in an attempt to find out where she was. Tears were pouring down his face, for the idea of a world without her was too much for him to take. Shutting his eyes and taking long deep breaths, he began concentrating. He focused on her facial features, her high cheek bones, her thin eyebrows, and her most important feature, her eyes. Her eyes are what made her so popular with every one. Despite being from Hispanic descent, her eyes were the most brilliant color of blue. Bob could feel her eyes, his mind looked deeply into there brilliance. As he looked deeper, the brilliance of her eyes began to fade and the brightness of her face began to dim. His mind pulled away from her face to witness the gruesome scene.

Her body lay on a gurney inside an ambulance, three people sat around her. To her left her sister, Elizabeth, sat in hysterics clutching Amy's hand. To her right, two paramedics were attempting to resuscitate her heart, but to no avail. After several attempts the paramedics looked at each other and shook their heads. The taller paramedic continued to attempt resuscitation. The paramedics swayed forward as the ambulance came to a stop.

Bobs eyes snapped open, revealing there blood soaked nature, after more blood poured in through the already ruptured blood vessels. He started his truck and began to make his way to the Washington County Hospital, only three city blocks from his apartment.

Making it to the hospital in under a minute, he pulled into a parking spot along the street on the west side of the hospital. He jumped out of his truck and sprinted up the forty concrete steps that led to the drive up area for visitors. She was close, he could feel her now. He made a dash for the Emergency entrance.

The two security guards that operated the metal detector saw Bob, or a man in his under wear in the middle of winter, sprinting towards them from the dark parking lot and prepared to stop him. As Bob waited for the automatic doors, the two men, both larger than Bob, stepped forward to confront him. Bob had other plans. With reflexes and hand eye coordination that only a mind like Bob's could possess, he closed the distance between the two men and struck the sides of their necks with his palms. Thus disrupting there nervous system, and rendering them unconscious. Before the two men hit the ground, Bob had already disappeared from the lobby, and was making his way towards Amy.

Bob sprinted past several rooms, before finally coming upon Amy. Outside the room, her sister sat in a chair appearing to be catatonic in her unresponsive state, her hands frozen halfway through what looked like pulling her hair out. Inside the room, stood a lone doctor with a clip board marking down the time of death and the cause. Bob came to a stop at the doorway. The doctor looked up and saw Bob standing in the doorway, and through the bright florescent lighting he could see Bob's blood red eyes.

Bob walked from the doorway to the head of the cold steel table that Amy's body lay on. "Now what!? Now what are you going to do?" He shouted out loud. "You came all this way, and you can't do shit!" he looked down and furrowed his brow in an expression that closely resembled anger. "or can you."

The ability to focus down to a cellular level was one of Bob's main goals. He had hoped to develop enough control so that he could alter his own cellular structure, making himself stronger. In his past attempts he was able to mentally see his own cells but to telekineticly alter those cells placed too much pressure on the brain, and his fear of a hemorrhage held him back. Now he contemplated if he could not only manipulate cells, but revive dead cells and accomplish this several million times.

"You could die. Yea, but she deserves it." he said under his breath in an attempt to justify what most certainly would be suicide. "For three years she was the only friend you had. When you had no one else to turn to, she was there for you!" Bob placed his hands on the sides of Amy's skull. He could sense the internal damage done to her brain, the several fractures in her neck, and her severed spinal cord. "Now I'm here for you." he whispered into her forehead.

The Doctor was in aw of what he was witnessing. Bob's body tensed up and his hands shook, as his mind began to push itself beyond the point that he would normally stop. The pressure was building up in his skull so much that he thought his head was going to explode, but he didn't care, he looked past the pain and focused on the damage he had to fix.

When the moment came, there was no primal scream of power, there was only silence. Silence as the lights flickered from electro-magnetic interference, silence as nurses rushed in to see what the disturbance was, Silence as the damaged nerve endings, severed spinal cord and fractured bones began to mend themselves and silence as blood began to pour out of Bob's eyes, ears and nose a result of severe brain hemorrhage.

Two minutes passed, and everyone that gathered watched as the color in Amy's skin began to return, and the bruising on her skull faded away. Unexpectedly, Amy's eyes widened and, arching her back, took a giant breath.

Bob hit his knees, surprisingly, he was still conscious. His ability to use one hundred percent of his brain at all times allowed his mind to work around the damaged areas. The pressure was still there. Despite his ability to maintain consciousness, the pressure in his skull would eventually kill him, if he didn't do something quick.


"I'm so tired....Focus fucknuts! you can't die now, not after all that shit." Bob's, more colorful, inner self screamed. He was on his knees weeping tears of blood from the massive cerebral hemorrhage he had just experienced. The entire lower portion of his thin pale face was covered in blood. His arms hung by his side, completely unresponsive. Currently, his entire body lacked mobility

Two, rather burly, female nurses ran to his side and laid him on his back, while a doctor checked his vital signs. "His heart beat is erratic, and he's completely unresponsive." The doctor said, as he flashed a blue LED pen light into Bob's eye.

"You have to relieve the pressure, if you don't you'll die!" Bob thought to himself. "The brain can work around the damage, but not with all this pressure." Out of the corner of his blurry vision he spotted an aluminum cart with a tray of surgical tools on top. Just then a male nurse brought in a gurney for Bob. As the two nurses picked Bob up off the floor to place him on the gurney, Bob made his move. Focusing hard to access his struggling nervous system, he reached out to the tray and grabbed a scalpel. Holding the surgical tool so that only a centimeter of the blade extended out of his fist, he plunged the blade into his skull. Two inches above the outer edge of his right eye, just below his hair line.

As Bob ripped the blade out of his skull, a fountain of blood followed in it's wake. The pressure in his skull faded immediately. The blood loss was draining his energy, but not enough to be a concern to him right now. At the moment, his only concern was getting out of the hospital, if anyone knew of his abilities then he could no longer use them for selfish gain. The irony of his line of thought made him chuckle lightly. "Nearly killing myself for someone else, and not a moment later all I can think about is me me me." he said lightly, while the nurses tried to figure out what just happened.

The startled nurses pried the scalpel from his hands, and attempted to stop the bleeding. While a nurse tried to bandage the injury, Bob's body began to respond to his will. He knocked the nurses hands away from his face and rolled off the side of the gurney, landing on his toes and fingertips. Looking up, he noticed that three people, that appeared to be orderlies, were blocking his exit out of the small operating room, Bob stood up and stared at the shocked orderlies. The viewing window next to the doorway was blocked by people looking in. "Not people, cushions." He thought out loud.

Bob grabbed the doctor by the collar and threw him into the orderlies, then preceded to hurtle himself at the window. Striking the window shoulder first, Bob's vision settled on the wire mesh that was imbedded in the safety glass and then fell to the floor still inside the operating room

"That was stupid." Bob mumbled as he picked him self off the ground of the operating room, and began rotating his shoulder. The three orderlies had regained their footing and where coming for Bob. "And now for something really stupid." Bob said as he haphazardly grabbed a scalpel from a nearby surgical tray, and lightly pressed it against the side of his own neck. Swaying back and forth, he looked at the orderlies, and without saying a word they began to back up slowly.

"You need medical attention immediately." the doctor said, making his way through the orderlies towards Bob. "If you don't get some help your going to die."

"Really? So the gallon of blood that just came pouring out of my ears. That means there's something wrong with me?" Bob said, his voice slurred and dripping in high pitched sarcasm. "Now, doctor Hawking, why don't you and the three stooges get the hell outta my way. Before I do something really stupid."

The orderlies and the doctor began to back away, out into the hallway. Bob slowly made his way into the hallway, making sure to keep at least five feet from all hospital personnel. Once he got into the hallway, he saw that there was a crowd of twenty people that had gathered to see the crazy man.

Bob made his way through the crowd towards the fire exit, resembling a cornered beast as he made sure to keep people from getting too close. Finally making it to the door, he pushed through and was struck by the cold winter air. He ran across the concrete patio and onto the side walk on the south side of the hospital. Looking up into the cloudy night sky, feeling pressure being relieved on both the inside and the outside. He sprinted on the sidewalk, invigorated by the freezing air, around to the west side of the hospital and found his truck. After looking back and seeing no one, he entered his vehicle.

As he pulled away he looked into his rear view mirror and for the first time saw how bad his situation was. Except for a tiny patch of skin above his left eye his entire face was caked over in dried blood. His eyes made him look demonic in their solid red condition.

Arriving at his apartment complex, no longer refreshed by the cold air, he slowly trudged up the stairs and into his apartment. Consciousness was becoming difficult to maintain, as he stepped into his apartment and locked the door behind him. The moment he sat down on his bed he lost mobility and fell back onto his pillow. "I hope I don't die." was the last thing he said before slipping into unconsciousness

Thirty hours later, at ten o'clock AM, the theme song to Super Mario Brothers forced Bob to peel his blood encrusted eyes open. Relieved that he was still alive and squinting through the orange morning light that made its way through his draped windows, Bob looked at the LCD display on his cell phone and saw the name Amy in green letters.


Bob sat up, dried blood still on his face, as he reached for his cell phone. After hitting the green button, that answered the phone, he placed the phone to his ear and attempted to say hello. His voice cracked and nothing came out, through the receiver he could hear her. He cleared his throat, and finally said hello.

"Hey." Amy responded in her perpetually cheerful demeanor. " I'm in the hospital."

"What happened?" Bob asked, feigning surprise.

"I was in an accident, it was pretty bad, the doctor said I was dead for like ten minutes."

"Oh my God, how bad are you hurt?" Bob said, as a slow throbbing pain began to build up in his skull.

"That's the thing, I'm perfectly fine. I have a small bruise on my forehead, and my neck is a little stiff, but the doctors are treating me like I'm in critical condition, they just let me outta the ICU a few hours ago." There was an awkward silence as Bob tried to think of something to say.

"When was the accident?" Bob asked attempting to determine how long he had been asleep. While struggling to maintain a steady voice through the intense migraine he was experiencing.

"It happened at like three o'clock AM yesterday." Bob was surprised at how long he had slept despite his expectations of death. "I was wondering if you could come down and visit me?" Amy asked "You know, if your not too busy." She added sarcastically.

"Sure, I'll be down in an hour." another awkward silence "Seeya." Bob said, and hung up.

He slowly stumbled to his bathroom, opened the mirror and quickly swallowed three Advil. Chasing the pills down with water from the tap, he looked at himself over the rim of his glass. His face was still covered in blood, but the blood in his eyes seamed to have dissipated. The one centimeter long wound on the right side of his forehead, though extremely tender, didn't appear to be very eye-catching, at least from his perspective.

After showering, placing a small band-aid that failed to completely cover the wound on his forehead, and putting on some fresh clothes including a knit cap to cover his forehead, he felt refreshed. His headache was gone and he was ready to go see Amy. As he opened the door to leave his apartment, he looked down at the two newspapers on his door step. Picking them both up he noticed the headline of that day's newspaper involved the Washington County Hospital.

He brought the newspapers into his apartment and read the article about a man who incapacitated two security guards and broke a window in his attempt to leave the facility. The article stated that no one was able to identify the perpetrator and that all security camera footage was damaged from an intense electro magnetic disturbance.

Now satisfied that no one could identify him he left his apartment and made his way to the hospital. Parking a block away, he got out of his car and made his way to the entrance. The elderly women at the front desk looked up, from her magazine, at Bob and smiled. "Hi, I'm looking for Amy Velez."

The woman typed the name into her computer. "She's on the second floor, room twelve."

"Thanks." Bob said politely as he walked towards the elevators.

Upon reaching the second floor, he looked for signs pointing towards room twelve. Selecting the hallway to his left, he found room twelve. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he walked in and saw Amy laying in a hospital bed watching TV. "How you doing?" he said in a low suave voice.

She looked at him and laughed at their inside joke. "I'm glad you came. My parents left about twenty minutes ago. I was starting to get lonely."

"Yea, so tell me what happened." Bob asked, as he sat down in the chair on the right side of her bed, despite the fact that he knew every single detail of what took place.

"I don't even remember that much. Me and Liz were heading home from the party and a deer ran out in front of us, she swerved to avoid it, and we ended up in a ditch." The truth was that Liz, Amy's sister, was drunk and fell asleep at the wheel. Bob knew but he didn't care. Amy was just trying to keep her sister from going to jail. "The doctor said I was dead when they brought me in," She paused in disbelief of what she was saying "and then some guy came in and put his hands on me and I came back to life." She looked up from her nervous hands. "Isn't that fucked up?" her voice caught and she restrained herself from crying.

"Yea, that's weird." Bob said, avoiding eye contact, not only from the subject but from his discomfort around crying women. "Did they say who the guy was?"

"No one knew who he was." She started to stare at her hands again. "The nurses were telling me all kinds of crazy shit. Like, the guy had red eyes, like a demon or something." She looked up from her hands again and made direct eye contact with Bob. "And they said that the guy stabbed himself in the forehead with a scalpel." Bob fidgeted nervously as she looked at his covered forehead.

"So, how was the party?" Bob began to ask, in an attempt to change the subject.

"You know, I had a dream while I was out." She said, ignoring Bob's words. "I had a dream about you." She reached down and laid her hand in his. Bob looked away, keeping his wounded side facing away from her. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the of the emotional tornado that he could feel coming. "I was laying on a bed, and you were standing over me. I looked up at you, but you wouldn't look down at me." She slowly moved her hand up to the left side of his pale Irish face. Bob kept still, he didn't dare move. "When I called out your name you started to cry." Her voice spoke softly as it filled with emotion. Her thumb grazed the outer edge of his dark eyebrow, and her index finger wove it's way inside the dark green knit cap he was wearing, as her other fingers gently pressed the side of his neck. "When you finally looked down at me, you were crying tears...... of blood." She raised her hand slowly, raising the cap off of his head, and exposing the wound on the side of his forehead.

Bob looked straight at her, as she attempted to comprehend what she was seeing. She pulled her hand back still holding the cap. He looked at her deep blue eyes, and she looked away from his dark green eyes. "Who are you?"


"Who am I? What's that supposed to mean?" Bob said in a casually inquisitive manner, he didn't expect her to respond so negatively towards him. He pondered how she could possibly know anything about what he is.

"The police came in and were asking me a bunch of questions. Trying to find out if I knew who the guy was, that came in and brought me back from the dead." she said, emphasizing the word Dead . "They brought in this video that they were able to get from the surveillance system. It was real scratchy, and the shot was at a weird angle. I wasn't sure if it was you or not, but that hole in your head kinda makes things clear." she had redirected her intense gaze back at Bob in an attempt to read his display of emotions. "So tell me the truth. Was that you?"

She continued to stare at him intently. "Yea it was me. So what?" he said in an angry tone. "That's right, I brought you back from the dead," his normally monotone voice was displaying a series of emotions that Amy had never heard before. " because I couldn't stand the idea of losing the only friend I have!" he was standing now. Looking down at her, he could see that she was afraid. "Is that enough for you!?" he was shaking with a whirlwind of emotions and inner turmoil. Bob realized his emotions were controlling him, something he never let happen, and quickly calmed himself before he did something regrettable. He sat back down into the cold steel chair.

It was his turn to stare at her, waiting for a response. "But..... how? Are you like a witch or something." she was completely at a loss as she stumbled through her words. The accusation of being a witch humored Bob to some extent. She most likely thought he was into witchcraft because of his collection of fantasy novels, most involving some form of magic, he had accumulated over the years.

The constant low throbbing pain in the back of his skull was beginning to make itself more intense as Bob's stress levels rose. He couldn't stand the emotional upheaval he was going through. "When you get out of the hospital, give me a call." he spoke slow and deliberate. "We can meet some where and I'll tell you everything you'll ever want to know about what I am." with that said, he got up and left with out saying good bye. Pausing at the door when he heard a sob, he heaved a sigh "Please don't give up on me." he whispered and kept walking.



Once he got back to his apartment, he laid down to sleep once more in an attempt to make the pain, both physical and emotional, go away. Unfortunately sleep never came. The sound of some one knocking on his door pushed him to full alertness. Bob knew that no one knew his address, accept for his parents and Amy, and he could tell by the intensity of the knock and deductive reasoning that the person behind his door was neither.

Bob slowly crept towards the door, making sure to not make a noise on the hard wood flooring. Once at the door he placed his finger tips on the center of the door, opening his mind to see who was on the other side. Despite his efforts, the damage to his brain prevented him from using any form of Extra Sensory Perception.

He stepped back and contemplated what his next move would be. "It's probably just some door to door salesman." he said under his breath as he contemplated the possibilities.

"Are you going to stand there forever?" an angry high pitched voice called out from behind the door "Seriously man, it's fucking cold out here." Taken off guard, Bob stumbled back and began to look around suspiciously.

"Who the hell are you?" Bob yelled out in a scratchy voice.

"I'm a psychic, like you." The, now apparently male voice said. Bob was taken aback by his blunt forthcomingness.

Bob reached forward with cautiously shaky hands and grabbed the dead bolt latch, taking in a deep breath before unlocking the door. "Oh for fuck sake hurry it up, it's like two frikkin degrees out here!" the voice yelled again in aggravation. Bob quickly unlatched the lock, and opened the door.

Bob stood for a few moments sizing up the figure on the other side of the threshold of his apartment. "Well aren't you going to invite me in." the man said in a sarcastic tone. Bob stepped aside and let the man pass into his home. The man was taller and more muscular than Bob, six foot, one hundred and ninety pounds, and appeared to be at least five years older. His face had a stronger chin compared to Bobs. His hair was sandy blonde, judging from what stuck out the sides of his knit cap.

Bob closed the door and turned to greet the man "The names Bob." he stated in a low sardonic tone, whilst reaching out to shake the mans hand.

The man reached out and grasped Bob's hand firmly, replying in an equally barbed manner. "Richard, but all my friends call me Dick."


"Well, Dick, what do you want?" Bob asked raggedly. He was so tired from all the emotional stress, he just wanted to go to sleep, but this was the first time he had ever met someone like himself, he couldn't pass up the opportunity.

"Well, I'd like to know what the hell happened at around four o'clock yesterday morning?" Dick asked.. "You see," he paused to contemplate his own words "the other night, I was working my magic on some drunk slut in a bar, you know, telling her everything she wants to hear, putting little thoughts and whispers into her alcohol soaked brain." he put his right hand next to his temple and wiggled his fingers "When out of nowhere, BAM! I get mind raped with the images of some girl in the hospital."

Bob thought for a moment, assuming that this odd fellow would continue to speak."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cock block." Bob said, in a very critical tone, as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "If that's why you're here, I apologize." He was becoming aggravated at this man who's sole purpose appeared to be complaining.

"Cock block? Shit man, I still got laid." He gestured inquisitively with his hands at the black office chair in front of Bob's computer, Bob nodded and Dick preceded to take a seat. "The reason I'm here," he said while leaning into the chair on the other side of the room "is out of sheer curiosity. I've met a few other psychics, while doing the casinos and shit. I've talked to a lot of them. All people like you and me, unhappy with their life, kinda geekish, not a lot of friends if any, and a burning desire to be better than every one else." He paused to once again think over his words. "But that was the most powerful psychic force I've ever felt in the entire ten years that I've been like this"

"Well geewilokers Dick, that makes me feel so special, that I deserve the attention of such a worldly person like your self." Bob's tone was very condescending, he hated to be classified as a type of person, and he had a suspicion that dick was trying to read his mind.

"You're correct, I am trying to read your mind, but it's not like you have anything to hide. I'm just trying to figure out who this girl is that I saw in the hospital." Bob should have been angry, but he had been through so much emotional agitation that he didn't care. Bob opened his mind, it was easier than talking at this point. "You shouldn't go through life bottling up your emotions like that." Dick replied, after feeling what Bob felt. "Your just going to end up broken hearted.... Also," his tone changed "did you know that your brain is really messed up?"

"If it wasn't for my bottled up emotions, I wouldn't be psychic." he paused to contemplate the last thing Dick had said. "Actually I haven't been able to see how bad it is," referring to his damaged brain. "none of my telekinetic abilities work, I can still feel things, to an extent, but that's it."

"Yea, I had a hemorrhage back when I was just developing, but man, nothing like that." The way Dick spoke started to worry Bob. "Oh, I'm sure you'll recover though." Dick said sensing Bob's worry.

"So is this why you came to see me? Just so you could read my mind, and see how fucked up my brain is?" Bob asked, attempting to reach the point of the conversation.

"No, I wanted to come and give you a warning, maybe give you some help." Dick's tone turned very serious. "I'm not the only psychic that felt your little overload, There are others out there who are going to come to see what the commotion is. We are a very curious people, we don't really have much else to do, except take advantage of normal people."

"You scared me there for a second, I thought you were going to say that a secret government agency was coming to abduct me." Bob said, half laughing.

"Oh please, that would be so cliche. Do you actually think a telekinetic could be controlled by any one?" Dick picked up one of Bobs medical books on cellular biology and began flipping through the pages while he spoke. "After all, the reason any person is a telekinetic is because they have control issues. I, for one, get extremely angry, and frustrated, when I'm not in control of a given situation." Dick paused, examining the book even further. "I see you've taken an interest in muscle fibers." he pointed to the highlighted and marked chapters of the book.

"Yea, so far I just run waves of, whatever type of energy it is that we manipulate, through my muscles. That tricks my body into building more muscle." Bob traced his finger tips along the inside of his forearm. "I wanted to alter the density of my muscles when I got enough control to focus down to the cellular level, but it looks like I've been set back." he tapped his middle finger on his temple.

"You'd be the first... Well I guess you already are the first." Dick looked up at Bobs confused expression. "That's the reason so many other psychics are curios, you're the first one to ever manipulate more than one cell.... and not die."

"Well ain't that some shit." Bob stood up and sighed, he looked out the front window, passed his balcony, to the parking lot below. "So, when are those curios people going to get here? I assume your just the first."

"Listen, I have a lab down in Nevada with all kinds of medical equipment." He placed the book on the desk, along with all the other medical books set about haphazardly. "CAT scans, x-rays, the works." He stood up, and looked eye to eye at Bob. "I can have you looked at, and see if maybe we can expedite the healing process a little."

"Oh, so a secret government organization is a cliche, but a secret lab out in the middle of the freakin desert isn't. Yea oookay." Bob was becoming very distrustful and he didn't care if Dick knew it.

"I'm not going to lie," He leaned foreword in the chair. "this is for personal gain. I Just want to know how you were able to do what you did, so that I can do it." Bob looked out his window in silence. "It's in Las Vegas."

"Well fuckin a, you got your self a lab rat." Bob's tone changed instantly.

"Good, you can sleep on my jet, let's go before others get here." He motioned for Bob to follow him, as he opened the door and stepped into the cold air.

Bob grabbed his cell phone off of his night stand, and followed Dick, turning around to lock his apartment door. "Wait, did you just say, MY jet?"


Bob had trouble sleeping in the Falcon 10 as it soared through the air at thirty thousand feet. Not because he felt crammed in the confined fuselage, but because he still had a small amount of distrust towards Dick, that, and the decision to leave Amy when their relationship was at such a critical, and volatile point, made Bob very uneasy. He hadn't even thought about her until ten minutes into the flight. At that time he started to panic slightly, realizing that Amy may be out of the hospital before he gets back.

The trip went by quickly for Bob, waking up periodically, never quite reaching deep sleep, but enough to leave him feeling completely exhausted by the time they landed. During the plane ride, Dick did his best to keep Bob calm and relaxed, telling him what airport they were landing at, the suite he would be staying in, and explaining the processes of some of the tests he wanted to run. To Bob the entire trip felt very surreal.

"Did you get enough sleep?" Dick asked upon exiting the plane, squinting at the bright Nevada sun.

"Probably not." Bob replied while yawning, and stretching out his cramped body. Talking wasn't something Bob felt like doing. He removed his jacket in an attempt to relieve the feeling of confinement.

"You can get some more rest when you get to the hotel you're staying in." Dick explained "It's twelve thirty now, at twelve tonight I'll be by to pick you up." He looked up from his watch, and motioned to a silver 04 Jaguar XK that was parked off to the side. "This is Lucy," the car pulled up perpendicular to the nose of the aircraft "she'll drop you off, and I do believe she has taken care of all the hotel arrangements for you." Dick directed his hand towards the professionally dressed buxom blond, that was stepping out of the vehicle. Bob stared at Lucy, taking in every detail. Around twenty, twenty five, it was hard for him to tell, brown eyes, and very slim despite her perfect chest, obviously fake.

"It's like I've stepped into the damned twilight zone. I mean, seriously dude, what the hell?" Bob groaned, while pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle finger. "Could you be any more pretentious?" He began staring at Dick with a disapproving expression.

"I know it's a bit much, but when you've worked so hard to get the power that we have, you might as well have fun with it." Dick stared back at Bob "The way I have fun with my abilities is by surrounding my self with beautiful things, cars, jets, women." He stopped and stared at the oblivious Lucy. "And hey, if you need somebody to help you take your mind off of this Amy girl, I'm sure Lucy here would be happy to oblige."

Bob didn't respond to Dick's comment. He walked towards the vehicle and greeted Lucy. "Hi, I'm Bob." extending his hand, he was the exact same height as her, five foot seven.

She held his hand and returned his greeting with a perky southern accent, "So you're this Bob character that Dick's been in a huff about lately?"

"Lucy knows all about what I am, and consequently knows about you." Dick said as he appeared to the right of Bob, leaning up against the car. "She's not like us, but ever since she found out about me, she's been completely infatuated with anything psychic." Lucy blushed and avoided eye contact with Bob. For a moment, deep inside, Bob wanted to take advantage of the offer that Dick had made on Lucy's behalf, but shook it off.

Bob walked around to the passenger side and threw his jacket in the window. "My bike is parked around at the entrance of the FBO, I'll see you at twelve." Dick said as he backed away from the car "Oh yea, Lucy has my cell number if you need to get in touch with me." Giving a nod in Lucy's direction before walking off.

In the car, and on the road, Lucy began explaining what room Bob would be staying in at the Bellagio hotel, and handed him his room key. "Oooo, classy." Bob said with a hint of childish excitement, as he examined the pamphlet that came along with the key, his mood elevating slightly. "So, how did you find out about Dick being a psychic?" Bob asked out of curiosity.

"Well, there's not much to tell." Lucy replied, "About two years ago we met in a bar, he said all the right things, you know, every thing I wanted to hear. One thing led to another, and we ended up in his room," she paused to focus on her driving for a moment. "but the entire time I could feel something different, like something was pushing me, in my mind." She began speaking in a lively and more relaxed tone as they made their way onto a main highway. "Any ways, when I was laying beside him after words, he was sleepin and he put his arms around me. When he did that I could see his dreams." She let out a tiny laugh. "It really freaked me out, and it freaked him out too. Apparently at that time he was still having trouble controlling his empathic abilities, and you know how you guys get when you aren't in control of somethin. Well, a few long, and awkward conversations later, I was hooked. I wanted to know every thing."

"So you became his assistant?" Bob asked, hoping that Amy's reaction would be half as good as Lucy's.

"Yep, I handle his finances, and plan his trips, things like that." She said while smiling at Bob.

"Is that all you handle?"Bob asked warily in an attempt to gain a perspective on the relationship between the two. Wondering why Dick would need to pick up a girl in a bar if he had a women here who was seemingly devoted to him.

Lucy looked at Bob with a knowing smirk. "We used to be.... but Dick gets bored easily. He likes the thrill of having such an advantage over normal people." She nodded to her right, towards a distant building, the Bellagio hotel. "So, tell me who this girl is in the visions that Dick got."

"Oh, Amy, well that's a pretty long story." He just wanted to forget about Amy for now. "The short version is, she got in a car accident and died. I brought her back to life. In the process of doing so I hemorrhaged several parts of my brain." He said so quickly he thought he would have to repeat himself.

"No shit?" Lucy said in disbelief. The harsh words sounding foreign coming from her sweet voice.

"No shit." Bob responded in a low voice. "I'd rather not talk about it though, if that's okay with you."

"I understand. Well, we're here anyways." She said as she pulled around to the valet. "I already checked us in." She commented while getting out of the car, and handing the keys to the valet.

"Us?" Bob asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm in the room next to your's" she said to Bob over the roof of the car. "Whenever Dick throws money around like this I like to treat myself to some of the finer things." Bob jogged to catch up with Lucy who was already making her way into the hotel.

They walked in to the main entrance of the hotel together, Bob was staring down at the intricately tiled floor, then up at the glass ceiling. By the time they reached the eighth floor of the hotel, Bob was thoroughly elated he had decided to come.

"Here's your room." Lucy said directing her manicured hand at the door to his right, soon after they exited the elevator. "I'm in this room" she pointed to the door next to his, "if you need anything." She lowered her eyes and stepped dangerously close to Bob whispering in his ear. "Anything at all."

"Why the hell not, don't be such a loser." Bob's internal monologue screamed. Bob tried to think of a reason not to take advantage of her offer, but he couldn't. He didn't really care about the sex, he just wanted someone to hold onto while he slept. He had been lonely for most of his life, all he wanted now was to feel someone next to him, just something warm to hold onto in the darkness. He realized that the only reason he wasn't taking advantage of Lucy was because he held some delusional form of commitment to Amy. "Stop fooling yourself, it's time you accepted your relationship with Amy for what it is." he thought to himself.

He placed his hand on her cheek, and moved her face so that they were eye to eye, not quite sure what to do next. Fortunately she knew what to do next, she tilted her head and moved in to kiss him. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed him against the door with her body against his. He fumbled with the mechanism on the door behind his back, desperate not to break contact. When the door finally opened, Bob had to look around to see were the bed was in the unfamiliar room. No longer tired, fueled by testosterone. Once on the large bed, in the luxuriously large room, they disrobed one another, kissing each new part of naked flesh.

After words as Bob lay behind Lucy with his arms around her, and their fingers intertwined, he smiled to himself. For once he didn't feel alone. He finally had someone to hold onto in the darkness.


Bob awoke at eleven o'clock PM, still holding onto Lucy. He could feel that she was awake too. "I can't believe you stayed with me this entire time." He whispered into her bleach blond hair. Running his free hand back and forth from her shoulder to her elbow.

"I'm a night person anyways." she said, tightening her grip on their intertwined fingers.

"Could you feel my dreams too?" He asked in less of a whisper, and more of his normal voice. He couldn't even remember having dreams, most likely a result of the massive brain hemorrhage.

"No." She began lightly dragging her polished blue finger nails along the inside of Bob's trapped forearm with her free hand.

Though his telekinetic abilities didn't work, he could still feel the surface emotions that Lucy was experiencing. Right now all he could feel from her was comfort, but before he felt something different, Desire. Feeling desired by Lucy made Bob want to stay in the bed with her just a little longer. Desire was an emotion that Amy would never feel for him, no matter how much he desired her.

Bob kissed Lucy on the neck, smelling her hair and squeezing her tight in an effort to prolong the good feelings she caused, before sitting up slowly, pulling his numb arm out from under her. "I guess I better get ready." He commented while rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers. As he got up to walk to the bathroom he switched the wall light on, illuminating the room with a soft orange glow. "Hey, could you like, call room service for me and see if they could bring up a toothbrush and a razor, while I'm in the shower?"

"Yea, you're probably going to need some new clothes too." Lucy was sitting up in the bed stretching. "When was the last time you ate?"

A fruit cup and a soda was the only thing that Bob had eaten in the past two days. He poked his head out of the door to the bathroom "Not in awhile. You gettin room service?" She nodded. "Somethin with fish in it, you know, brain food." She nodded, again, while yawning and picked up the phone laying beside the bed.

Bob smiled at himself in the mirror as he got out of the shower he had just spent at least half an hour in. He performed an impression of Quagmire, a chauvinistic character on the popular animated TV show Family Guy. "Giggidy giggidy giggidy, allllright." Then put a fluffy white Bellagio hotel robe on and stepped out of the bathroom.

"I think some ones trying to reach you." Lucy, who was also wearing a Bellagio robe, nodded to a rumpled pile of denim, in the middle of the room, that was currently performing a rendition of the Super Mario Bro's theme song. She handed Bob a plastic bag emblazoned with the Bellagio crest containing a razor and a toothbrush. "That's the second time it rang." He ran over to the pants and ruffled through the pockets, revealing the silver phone.

"Hello?" Bob answered into the phone while sitting on the edge of the large bed. He felt breezy being naked under the fluffy robe.

"Hey it's me."Amy's voice replied from the speaker. "I'm, uh, outta the hospital. They let me out a few hours ago." Bob turned his head to look at the platter of food that had been brought up with his toothbrush and razor. He also noticed that Lucy was watching him from the bathroom door, he smiled at her to assure her that everything was okay, even though hearing from Amy was depressing his mood. "I wanna talk about what happened the other night. You wanna meet some where?"

"I'm in Las Vegas right now, so we can't really meet." Bob was very blunt when he spoke. A level of anger in his voice.

"When did you go to Vegas?!" Amy asked, "I just talked to you this morning."

"I left ,some time, between then and now." His anger was coming out in the form of sarcasm, but Bob needed to let her know how he felt. "You know what really pisses me off? How I brought you back from the dead, nearly killing my self in the process, that means I almost died to save your life. And afterwards you look at me like I'm some kind of monster." Bob's voice laced with venom.

Silence, he caught her off guard. He was showing her a side she had never seen before "That's because I didn't understand....I still don't understand, how you did it!" she was heated by his words. "I mean what kind of person can do that? I asked the doctors and nurses who where there, what happened, and their stories are so..so...out there, that I don't know how to react!" Her Spanish accent started to come out as she got angrier.

He heaved a sigh, "I'm sorry," he wasn't really sorry but for now it made things easier. "I shouldn't have expected you to handle it any differently, but I had hoped that maybe you would." Bob was still angry at her for turning against him so easily, despite the fact that she had known him for over three years.

"So....are you going to tell me how you did it, or what?"Amy asked, trying to place the focus of the conversation on him instead of her. Also letting her curiosity get the better of her

"Do you know what telekinesis is?" Bob knew that, regardless of being a very good person, Amy might not pick up on the concept too fast. He worried that his explanation of, not only how he did it, but the history behind his ability's, might get tiresome.

"Yea, that's where you move stuff with you're mind. Right? Are you psychic or something?" Her tone changed from anger to amazement.

"Yes, I am psychic." He paused for a second, deciding if he wanted to spend the time explaining. He could only imagine the onslaught of questions he would get. "I healed your wounds with my mind." Bob decided to go with a simpler explanation, and fill in the holes later. "I don't really have time to talk right now. When I get back we'll talk some more. Okay?"

"Well...um..It's just a lot to process. How long will you be gone? How long do I have to wait before you'll tell me exactly what happened?" She was tired of waiting for answers. "Why are you in Vegas?"

"I don't know when I'll be back, it won't be too long. When I get back I'll explain everything, I promise. I don't want to do this over the phone, I want to look at you when I tell you. I promise I'll tell you every thing." He hung up before she could object. He stood up and turned around just in time to witness Lucy exit the bathroom, she only had a towel on, and to Bob she looked enticing.

"So, how did it go?" She asked, smiling.

Bob had trouble speaking, with his train of thought shifting so rapidly. "Yea...it was..uh Okay."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Her voice sounded very smooth.

"Not much to talk about." Bob struggled to focus through the testosterone coursing through his brain. "So.... you said something about..... clothes?" anything to distract himself.

"Yea, I better put some on, before you turn into a caveman." she said, taking note of his disrupted thought pattern. They both smiled at each other, before she grabbed one of the two shopping bags off of the bed and started pulling out articles of clothing. "You look like a tee-shirt and jeans kinda guy." She threw him a pair of dark blue denims and a blue t-shirt with orange letters. "I just guessed at your size."

"Free Sample?" Bob was reading the letters on the shirt. "I don't even know what this means." He put on the pants and the shirt, inspecting himself in the full length mirror, that ran along the wall. Lucy appeared beside him in tight white pants with a large leather belt, and a tan button down sleeveless shirt.

"I don't think it's supposed to mean anything, it's just supposed to be funny." Bob rolled his eyes and walked over to the food.

After eating and washing up, not giving Bob enough time to shave, they headed for the lobby to meet Dick who was already waiting for them at the pick up area, in a dark blue 2004 jaguar XK convertible. "You have a thing for jaguars?" Bob asked in the bustling pick up area.

"You bet." Dick replied. "You ride with me, Lucy will follow us." Behind him was the silver vehicle from before. Bob hopped in the vehicle and Dick drove off through the crowded parking area. Dick turned to Bob, "I told you she would take your mind off that girl." Bob just smiled


Bob looked in the rear view mirror, letting out a small sigh. He saw the headlights of Lucy's vehicle, trailing several cars behind. "So, did that Amy girl call? Is that why you're all depressed and shit?" Dick asked, once they got onto a main highway.

"Let's just get to you're place, and see what's messed up in my brain... Amy is my problem, so stop bringing it up." his tone showing signs of agitation, when ever he spoke of her he got unbalanced. "So how many are there? You know, people like us?" Bob saw an opportunity to gain a lot of information from a person, who had been psychic for much longer than himself. He also saw an opportunity to take his mind off Amy.

"I've met eleven so far, but I think there are around twenty throughout the world." Dick responded.

"What are they like?" Bob asked.

"Well, their like you and me, mostly guys, I think there's only three chicks. There used to be, like thirty of us, but a few died from brain hemorrhages awhile back." Dick looked at Bob for a brief moment. "Why did you become psychic? What was your motivation?" Bob sensed another attempt at mind reading.

Bob thought for a moment. "Amy."

"She's the reason you became psychic?" Dick snickered "No shit, well every one has different reasons. Why would you become psychic because of a girl?" his voice sounding condescending. "I mean women in general is a good reason, but for one girl, I've never heard of that."

Bob thought about his question for a second, recalling his motives, then groaned loudly, realizing that the conversation had once again turned towards Amy. "I'd see her date all these guys that were tall and broad shouldered, real athletic types. All these guys were gifted genetically, they didn't have to work for anything, that really pissed me off. I worked out and lifted weights almost every day, but she would never see me as anything more than an emotional security blanket." Bob contemplated his next words, as if he were just realizing these things as he said them. "I guess, I just felt that no matter what I did, I would never be good enough for her to care for me the way I cared for her."

Dick nodded in understanding "So you decided to try psychic abilities as a way to become good enough. How long did it take you to develop your abilities?" Dick looked in the rearview mirror to make sure Lucy was still close. "Cause, if it took you as long as it took me, that takes a lot of faith."

"I've been meditating for about six years, but I've been telekinetic for two." Bob stopped to remember the nights he would sit in his room, in his parents house, focusing on a staple, trying to spin it around on the tip of his finger. "There were a lot of times were I'd feel like giving up, but every time she'd call, she'd tell me about her emotional problems then start bringing up her boyfriend of the week. That would just remind me that I wasn't good enough and that the only way I could become good enough was through psychic ability." Bob took a deep breath letting the air out of his lungs slowly. "The moments after our conversations were over, those were the moments where my mind was completely focused. In one of those moments is when I first succeeded with telekinesis." Bob recollected the first time he achieved telekinesis. "Man that's a rush isn't it? It took me awhile to realize what I had done."

"Yea, my motives were a little different." Dick said as he turned the wheel on to a secluded road, surrounded by pitch black desert.

"How so?" Bob inquired.

"Greed, I just wanted money, I thought that with psychic abilities I wouldn't have to worry about money. I guess that's why any person becomes psychic, isn't it? Wether it's the desire for money or the desire to be loved by someone, it's all greed." Dick smirked, as they pulled around a hill and down a ramp, under a secluded circular, glass building, blocked from view by several small hills.

"Jesus Christ, this is so cliche it's retarded. Come on, you've got a five story, solid glass building, with an underground parking garage..." Bob paused as they passed through the security gate and passed three more Jaguars and a motor cycle. "Sooo, where's the bat mobile?" He looked at Dick with a sideways expression of disdain, he could hear Lucy pulling in as Dick parked the car beside the other vehicles. "Well, money obviously isn't a problem any more, now is it?" Bob hopped out of the convertible as Lucy pulled into an adjacent spot.

"The facility is on the second floor, Lucy here," Dick directed his hand at Lucy "will show you around while I go prepare some of the equipment." Dick walked to the elevator, pushed the appropriate buttons and disappeared from sight behind the steel doors.

"So what did you guys talk about?" Lucy asked after waiting for the elevator doors to close.

"Nothing, just small talk."


"Well, the top two floors are all libraries, the second floor is his lab, the first floor is his living space, and the third floor is his training area." Lucy explained to Bob.

"Training area?" Bob asked curiously, just then a bell rang out, signaling the return of the elevator.

"A sensory depravation tank, a few objects he designed for telekinetic training, and some martial arts equipment." Lucy elaborated, walking towards the elevator, Bob following closely behind.

"Right," Bob and Lucy stepped on to the elevator, which was particularly spacious, with aluminum hand rails and fluorescent lighting. "So which floor will we be visiting first?"

"That's up to you." Lucy nodded towards the six, blue, glowing buttons in front of Bob.

"I'd like to see this training area. I'm not much of a library guy, and I don't think I want to know what Dick's place looks like." Bob reached out and poked the blue button with his index finger. The elevator was completely silent, except for the whining of the elevator pulling itself to the third floor, Bob started to whistle.

"So, what was it like?" Bob looked at Lucy, confused by the question posed. "You know, hemorrhaging your brain? Did it hurt?"

"Damn straight it hurt." Bob said with a small chuckle, he was taken off guard by this side of Lucy, the side of her that wanted to know everything about psychics. "It doesn't hurt like a normal head ache, in fact the pain doesn't even feel like it's coming from the brain, it feels like it's coming from the skull. Like a thousand needles poking the skull from the inside out."

"Ooh, Dick says the reason there aren't any older psychics, is because they all end up hemorrhaging their brains." the elevator doors opened into a floor devoid of walls, much like a parking garage, with windows all around, peering into the desert night. The entire floor was baron excluding several bulky objects, three concrete support pillars, and what appeared to be a coffin. "Have you ever been in a sensory depravation tank? Dick says that it makes it ten times easier to concentrate."

"Never needed one. I always felt that learning to focus beyond the little distractions made it more worth while." Bob walked towards the coffin shaped object, placed along side a four sided support column. "I'll put ear plugs in sometimes, if I'm not feeling particularly focused." He bent down, analyzing the edges of the bulky object, and the soundproof seals. "Although I'm more into telekinesis, so I guess this could really help for remote viewing and other forms of ESP."

"Dick said if I ever want to be psychic, using this would make it faster." Lucy leaned forward and pressed a button underneath the ledge of the lid. With a hum of electrical motors, half of the heavy lid began to slide away on tracks. Inside, the device was filled up halfway with water, supplied by copper pipes emerging from the foot of the box and going into the floor. "Maybe you'll get to use it when you're better."

"Yea, maybe." Bob said, standing up from his crouched position with a far away look in his eyes.

Lucy looked at Bob inquisitively. "Is something wrong?"

"Ever since the incident I haven't felt like my self, like a part of me is missing." Bob walked to one of the floor to ceiling windows that encircled the entire floor. " I keep telling my self that I'm awake but I don't believe, everything feels like I'm asleep and I feel irrational all the time. I have to struggle to control my emotions." He leaned his forehead into the window and closed his eyes. "Even now all I can think about is my anger towards Amy, like I'm holding a grudge or something. Also, my memory has completely gone to shit. I used to be able to remember fifty digit number sequences and every curve of a persons face." He opened his eyes and stared at Lucy, who was leaning her shoulder into the window beside him. " I swear to God, down in the parking garage, for about two seconds I forgot what your name was."

"Wouldn't be the first time a guys had trouble remembering my name." Lucy said with a smirk, then upon noticing Bob's genuinely worried expression. "Well what did you expect, you nearly ripped your brain in half. You should consider your self lucky you only got dumbed down a bit, you could have killed your self." She placed her hand inside his and gave a quick squeeze. "I'm sure you'll get better. Your brain is really active, so those neurons that you fried are a lot more likely to grow back." Her voiced sounded sweeter to Bob. The small hint of a southern accent that he had heard earlier, seamed to be more prominent now. Most likely a trick she used to get men to relax. She started pulling Bob towards the elevator doors. "Come on, Dicks probably got all his shit ready. I'll show you some of the other floors after we smarten you up." Bob let out a small chuckle as Lucy dragged him into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor.

"I swear to God, if these doors open up and there's like a foot of fog on the floor and he's wearing a lab coat with goggles and that little silver disk thing on his forehead, I'm leaving."


The lab was, to Bob's surprise, very cozy. The circular level was sectioned off into four separate rooms, each with pastel colored walls. One pink room contained an EEG and several computers to analyze the information provided by the device, with dark hard wood flooring. Another green room contained a very large domed device, with the adjacent yellow room looking in for observation. The blue room that the elevator opened into and that Bob was now standing in contained an examination table in the center and counters, containing a microscope and other medical supplies, running along the distance of the curved outside wall. Despite the soft colored walls and the green shag carpet, this room felt the most uncomfortable for Bob.

"Take a seat." Dick directed, appearing beside Bob and Lucy with enough stealth and silence to raise the hair on the back of Bob's neck.

"So, what's the plan? Gonna hook me up to that EEG? Or how about that giant dome looking thing?" Bob asked while sitting down in one of the two plastic chairs beside the examination table.

"Those devices wouldn't be able to tell me anything I couldn't see for my self." Dick grabbed a chair and seated himself facing Bob. "I used to use those to aid Lucy in analyzing me, see if I've improved.. But since I'm doing the" Dick raised his hands and made quotations in the air "analyzing, I can do this my self." Dick leaned in and put his finger tips on Bob's temples.

Bob blocked Dick's hands, "Whoa, just remember.... Look, but don't touch!" his feelings of vulnerability showing through. Bob let his hands down and Dick preceded to close his eyes to concentrate.

Dick's breath picked up and his muscles tensed as his mind struggled to focus down to a cellular level. To Bob it felt like time had slowed to a crawl as he sat, awkwardly, waiting for Dick's diagnoses. It took an enormous amount of self control to keep himself from laughing at Dick's look of intense focus.

After some time Dick's eyes snapped open, he shook his head and looked at Bob with, what appeared to be, disbelief. Dick quickly shut his eyes and began to concentrate once more. At this display Bob started to tense and restrained himself from asking Dick what he saw.

After what seamed like hours, but in reality was only two minutes and thirty seven seconds, Dick opened his eyes. He leaned back into his chair with a look of exhaustion, and bewilderment. "Well, holy crap. You, my friend, are full of surprises." Dick said, exhaling the air from his lungs.

"What did you see? And if you show the slightest hint of being vague...." Bob trailed off giving Dick a very serious look.

"Alright," Dick took a brief moment to gather his thoughts. "Well you did hemorrhage a number of veins that supply blood and oxygen to your brain, but as far as the actual brain itself, there isn't any real damage." Dick paused for a moment. "The thing is, that about a third of your brain is completely inactive, it's not damaged or anything, it's just inactive. In fact, despite these neurons not carrying any signals, they're growing. They're not dividing or anything but the neurons themselves are developing hundreds of more connections with other neurons." Dick could tell Bob was struggling to keep up. "You see, most of the neurons in your brain have connections to about a thousand other neurons. For psychics that number goes up a couple hundred. For you, that number has nearly doubled itself, if not more. Also the structure of all your neurons, even your nervous system, seam to be changing, allowing signals to transfer more easily from one cell to the next." Dick paused again, so that the next part would sink in. "Basically when those parts of your brain become active again, your brain signals are going to be moving twice as fast as any one else."

"What effect is that going to have on my abilities?" Bob asked, while his temporarily impaired mind attempted to recall the things he had learned about the structure of brain cells. His memory recalled a few words, Axon, dendrite, synapse.

"Well you'll definitely be more focused. Your abilities will come more natural to you than they do now. You know, no more tightening your muscles and all that heavy breathing." Dick said with a smirk. "You'll probably be able to focus down to a cellular level a whole hell of a lot easier than before." Dick got up to stretch his legs and get a drink of water from the sink along the far wall. "You are probably one of the luckiest guys in the world. Did you know that?" Dick didn't wait for a response. "First, your psychic. This alone is a feat that takes astronomical odds. You have to be willing to believe in psychic abilities, then you have to have the free time and the will to pursue acquiring said psychic abilities." Dick took a gulp of water from his glass and began walking into the yellow observation room, motioning for Bob and Lucy to follow. "Then, even then, you might not actually become psychic. I know it's nice to believe that every body has the potential for psychic ability, but in reality only seventy percent of the human population has the right genetic make up." After all three had filed into the room, Dick illuminated a large screen that showed, what looked to be, a pigs tail in black and white.

After staring at the image for a while, Bob half heartedly spoke. "I guess I'm just lucky like that."


"Anything else you wanna tell me?" Bob asked "Like why I'm looking at some...some... thing on the giant computer screen?" Bob stared at the object on the screen trying to place what it was. It looked sub-cellular.

"This" Dick nodded his head in the direction of the screen "is an organelle that only shows up in neurons. In fact, not that many people even know that this particular organelle exist. It's so small that the only way to see it, is through the use of an electron micro-scope," he nodded through the observation window at the domed object. "Even then the signal from the device has to be enhanced through psychic visualization or else it just blends right in to the neural branch."

The object on the screen was shaped like a short cork screw. The base of the object starting at a neural dendrite, spiraling three revolutions before coming to a point. Dick zoomed out on the image revealing more of the, compared to the dendrite, tiny objects bristling the surface of the dendrite. Dick zoomed out even further, revealing the entire width of the neural branch and making the objects to small to be seen.

"This organelle is what enables us to manipulate and sense EMF." Dick sat down in one of the three chairs. "I think they're made out of iron or some kind of metal." taking another sip of his water. "Did you notice," He clicked the remote again zooming in to the single organelle, "how there are only three revolutions before it comes to a point. On a telekinetic that number goes to five. On you that number went to eight."

"So I'm not going to be retarded or anything?" Bob asked, not necessarily following along on Dick's train of thought. Still trying to filter out all the science speak and discern wether or not he was going to recover.

"No," Dick sighed with impatience "in fact, sometime within the next twenty four hours, or when your inactive brain parts become active, you're going to become the most powerful psychic on earth." Hoping that the last part had sunk in.

"What?....I ....What?" Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I'm talking, some serious power here. Picking up cars and......and empathic communication with some one half way across the world...... But mostly picking up really heavy shit. Hell, you could probably fly." Dick's excited tone surprised even Lucy.

"Wow, that's.....that's somethin to think about." Bob was dumbfounded by all of it, "I mean, how do I react to something like that?" Bob sat in one of the chairs. "So I'm going to become one of the strongest beings on the planet, it's like I'm a super hero or something." He looked up at Lucy who was standing at the sliding door, beaming with excitement. "I mean even before this crap happened I was happy as hell about the whole being psychic thing. Now it's like.. I don't know, scary."

"If you want," Dick started in the midst of standing, unable to control his excitement. "We could go out and..." He cut short his offer, and looked at Lucy. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything." Lucy said with wide eyes.

"No, you whispered something."

"No I didn't."

"I heard it too, but it wasn't her." Bob interjected, "It was mental. Someone's....there it is again. Did you hear what it said?" he looked at Dick hoping he had heard what the message was, but he only responded by slowly shaking his head.

"What are you guys talking about?" Lucy demanded. "What's going on?"

"There's a voice..." Bob explained "feminine, but too soft to...Okay." He stared at Dick. "If you tell me what you heard then I'll tell you what I heard." He said to Dick with wide eyes. The voice sounded again in Bob's head, spurring him to action. "Tell me what you just heard ." he advanced on Dick, until he was only a foot away, looking up into his equally scared eyes.

Dick gulped once and opened his mouth to speak, but was startled when the voice echoed in his mind again. "It said...Fear me."


The group waited in silence as the message echoed in the minds of Dick and Bob. Lucy attempted to speak, but held back for fear of being shushed by Dick.

"Why can I hear it, but Lucy can't?" Bob asked out loud to any one who had an answer. Both him and Dick were standing with their necks outstretched, trying to hear a noise that only existed in their minds.

"The message is being sent straight to you." Dick said with out a moments hesitation. "She...It..whatever is sending the message straight to you."

"Does it sound like it's getting louder to you?" Bob asked.

"Not louder, but more distinct. Like the message was filled with static before, but now it's crystal clear." Dick closed his eyes and mouthed the words that were projecting themselves into his mind.

"Is the voice a girl?" Lucy asked trying to figure out what exactly was happening.

"Sounds like it." Bob explained. "But it sounds so foreign, like an accent I've never heard before."

"So it's just the same thing over and over again? Huh, Fear me. What do you think it means?" Lucy sat down in one of the chairs and began twirling her hair. "Did you piss any body off?"

Bob and Dick were still stuck in the same position, attempting to hear a noise that didn't exist. "It just keeps repeating over and over again. The same thing..... Whoa, it just changed. Now it stopped." Dick stood straight and looked at Bob who was still stuck in the same position of alertness. "Well, who ever that was, we're about to meet em, so they say."

"Apparently she knows my name" Bob said "and she wants to meet me." gulping once and shaking his head, he turned to Dick. "Do you have any weapons?"

"I never thought I'd need a gun, you know considering." Dick pointed to his right temple. "I'm sure that what ever it is I can deal with..."

"I highly doubt that." a muffled yet audible voice, that each of the three could hear, interjected into the observation room. Looking in the direction of the muffled voice, all three watched in amazement as a perfect rectangle of eight feet high and three feet wide, ripped itself from the outer wall. The trio looked into the pitch black Nevada night that remained through the improvised doorway, with the sounds of concrete and drywall chunks landing on the ground twenty feet down.

Bob tensed and began to ease his way towards the door that led to the elevator. "Stay behind me." Dick said, while he began to cautiously make his way towards the hole to investigate. Behind Bob the door opened revealing a shadow from the next room. Before Bob could under stand the reasoning behind the deceptive hole in the wall, a hand clapped down on his right shoulder.

"Just the person I wanted to see." the feminine voice said from behind Bob. Tearing away from the hand on his shoulder so he could turn around and see the face of his stalker, Bob was astounded to find his aggressor to be a six and a half foot tall, gruff looking man with solid white hair.

Bob readied himself to run, feeling that there was no way that he could take down a person of his size. "S-so what exactly is the reason you wanted to see me so bad?" Bob asked as Dick slowly stepped between them in an effort to provide some protection to Bob.

"You broke the wall that holds so many back. You surpassed all the others. In a few short hours you will have more power than you know what to do with." The man stepped forward. "You need to come with me now. Weather you like it or not you have become part of something bigger than these" He motioned at Dick with a look of contempt "spoon benders."

"Not that I don't enjoy being shuffled around like this, but it's going to take a little more than that to get me to go with you." Bob said, realizing from the way the man spoke, that he was more valuable alive than dead.

"You're on a whole different level now. People like you and me don't belong with these people. People like him" he was looking at dick again. "They can live in this world and blend in with every one else, see the same things as every one else, and feel the things every one else feels." he shifted his gaze back to Bob. "But soon you won't be able to be like every one else, your level of awareness will be beyond every one. Every aspect of the way you view the world will change. Nothing will ever be the same for you."

"Well, what makes you so Goddamn special." Dick yelled. "Even if he does change like you said, where are you going to take him that's going to be any different?"

Moving so fast that Bob's eyes couldn't keep up, the mystery man grabbed Dick by the face and raised him off the ground. Without moving his feet he swung his arm, along with Dick, to his right side and using his mind sent him into the outer wall ten feet away. As Bob stood frozen with fear, Lucy made her way to Dick sobbing hysterically. As she brushed by the man's trench coat he looked down at her with a look of hatred so deep that even Bob could feel the resentment that this man had towards Lucy for the simple act of touching him. "Wait." Bob called out in hopes of stopping this man from acting on his hatred. "I'll go with you."

The man looked up from Lucy, who was knelt down beside Dick's crumpled Body. "Soon You will understand that these underlings aren't worth anything. They're just chunks of flesh that can barely sustain sentience."

"Yea whatever, lets just go. Now." Bob said.

The man stepped towards the door that was carved into the wall, then turned and faced Bob. "I flew here, and there is no way in hell, or any other plane of existence for that matter, that I am going to carrying you."

"Well gee whiz, let me learn how to fly real quick." Bob said and began squinting his eyes. "Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts." he began chanting.

"I was simply contemplating weather or not I should forcefully release your mind from it's debilitated state, so that you can fly." He walked up to Bob and placed his hand on Bob's forehead. Bob wasn't able to react because of the lancing pain that encompassed his entire body as soon as the mans palm came into contact with Bob's forehead.

When the task was complete Bob lay on the ground with his eyes closed, rolling his head back and forth, and flexing his jaw in an attempt to pop his ears. When the man knelt down to inspect his work Bob's hand shot out and grabbed the mans throat. Opening his eyes sadistically slow, Bob mentally spoke a message that tore viciously through the mans mind. "You're right, I do have more power than I know what to do with."
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I got this picture from desktopmodels.it in case anyone wants to know.

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User Reviews

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Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2007-12-21 20:24:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

Submitted by dismas712 (user info) at 2007-12-21 17:41:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

i liked this....a lot. so much it made my mind orgasm. and my penis as well. and yeah maybe even my anus a little bit. good job.
what about that other post entittled, "a story about a guy named bob..." where does that fit into this story?
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this story has nothing to do with that story, when ever I write a story I just automaticly make the main characters name Bob, the first female will always be Amy, any friends of the characters will be Jake, Josh and Liz. I always use the same names no matter what story I'm writing, I just didn't expect somebody to go through and start rating posts from over two years ago.

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Submitted by dismas712 (user info) at 2007-12-21 17:41:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

i liked this....a lot. so much it made my mind orgasm. and my penis as well. and yeah maybe even my anus a little bit. good job.
what about that other post entittled, "a story about a guy named bob..." where does that fit into this story?

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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2007-12-21 14:28:26 EST (#)
Ranking: -2

YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT, CHIEF!

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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-12-21 14:17:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

I enjoyed this except for your substitution of words. accept != except, your you're there thier they're


there were others too.

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Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2007-12-21 12:59:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

No Comment

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Submitted by oam (user info) at 2007-12-21 12:39:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Excellent story! The end was a bit abrupt but it still didn't take away from the great story.

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Submitted by Bizdorph (user info) at 2005-04-16 10:54:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

Holy fuck.

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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-04-16 10:37:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2

I might read this one day, just so I can say I did.

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Submitted by agulot (user info) at 2005-04-16 10:22:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2

This was great ... Where's the rest.

Please sir. Can I have some mor'

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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-03-24 20:02:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Wow - and I'm SO not into sci-fi or fantasy, almost didn't read this. Congrats, and more please

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Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2005-03-07 19:33:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

I will be honest. I did not read even a word of this story. I just came to give you a +2 for this comment right here:
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2005-03-07 19:21:03 (#)
Ranking: 0

So there I was just sitting on the toilet and I was like completely relaxed. Then outta nowhere this guy kicks down my door like, right in mid squeeze ya know? But it's too late to try and get up, so the guy grabs me by the neck, you know cause I took off my shirt to take a shit, I know what you're thinkin but I was doing it way before Sienfeld.

Any ways the guy throws me against the wall and I'm like "woo what the fuck?!" and he's like "ow sorry wrong guy" and starts to walk away, but I'm still pissed so I grab the turd that's hangin from my butt and throw it at him. He got really pissed, pulls out a gun and shoots me in the foot, and that my friend is how I got this scar.

BlahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahNaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

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Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2005-03-04 21:16:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

hail heyzeus.

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Submitted by Titan (user info) at 2005-03-04 21:04:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

long but worth the read.

+2 all the way.

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Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2005-03-04 19:10:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

Man this fucker is long.












































I was referring to my penis.

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Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-03-04 11:47:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

wow

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Submitted by AwesomeJohnson (user info) at 2005-03-04 08:24:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

wow, i can't believe i just read all that!

nice!

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Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-04 08:09:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

if you review my NEXT post and put a link, i will come back and read this entire thing

can't do it now, i'm in the process of getting drunk, can't concentrate and will forget to come back when sober (even though i will want to)

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Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2005-03-04 07:28:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Wow... You're right, that is fucking long. And wow.

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Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2005-03-04 06:15:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

WTF I'M NOT READING ALL THAT!

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Submitted by myredmirage95 (user info) at 2005-03-04 01:47:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

You had me hooked to the very end. I didn't like the naked chick, but the story was awesome. I can't wait until the sequel.

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Submitted by Ed_0150 (user info) at 2005-03-04 00:05:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

That was really good... there will be a sequel right ?

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Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2005-03-03 23:25:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

I love this story!

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Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2005-03-03 23:06:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

Submitted by JohosaPhaTZ (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:37:54 (#)
Ranking: -2

-2 For making me read all that.
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You read all that? man that was stupid of you.

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Submitted by JohosaPhaTZ (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:37:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -2

-2 For making me read all that.

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Submitted by G-prime (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:30:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-03 21:11:48 (#)
Ranking: 2

+2 for this being the longest motherfucker ever.


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And now to read it. I think I'll take this in sections. I'll read a bit here and there, because I have ADD and can't focus on stuff that long. I have the attention span of a rock. And I can't focus on stuff as long as this, because I have ADD, which prevents me from focusing like someone who doesn't have ADD, which is a mental disorder that keeps me and people like me from focusing long enough to read a post like this. I guess I'll just have to break this down into sections and take them now and then, reading a bit every now and then, since I have ADD and have the attention span of a rock, which stems from my Attention Deficit Disorder, and since I have ADD (it keeps me from focusing) I have like no attention span, and sometimes I'll repeat myself again and again. But that never happens.

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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:27:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Too short.

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Submitted by dudaculb (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:18:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

I got to admitt i didn't read it yet, but i will.

I was scrolling down to see how long it was, and saw a naked woman.

I think that is pretty self explanitory

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Submitted by Zackstersmackster (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:11:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

A really great story and concept. Not to be a jerk, but just watch the sentence fragments as they prevent the story from "flowing". Very good overall.

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Submitted by redhotrooster (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:04:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

A few grammatical errors and whatnot..
"seemed" for one..ahh that made me twitch every time, haha.

Was good though

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Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-03 21:36:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

After reading this...cunt-flap-slapping bishop-bobbing long-ass mother-fucking...post, the first signs of Tourette's...son-of-a-slut-slurping titty-twisting bitch! ...syndrome are surfacing. Pardon me, this was a well crafted, if Stygian, work of diamantine, really fucking long dripping donkey dicks... God dammit... Ahm, shit. Hang on. Hell. Naked boys dancing and eating cake.
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Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-03 21:11:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

+2 for this being the longest motherfucker ever.

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Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2005-03-03 20:50:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 1

This was an overall good story, but a few pieces of extranneous information could have definitely been cut.

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Submitted by Wallstreet (user info) at 2005-03-03 20:50:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

I am sure who, what, when and why you were talking about was really good writing.

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Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2005-03-03 20:46:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

Holy shit that's long

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