PSI.
Posted: 2002-12-01 10:36pm
PSI
By Ben Allen
As Brandon rode to school on his bike, he was already having a bad day. The muscular Man with sky blue eyes and black hair was steaming with rage. “Why does this fucking shit always happen to me!?” he screamed as the light allowing him legally cross the street turned red, and a wall of cars began to zip by him, blocking his path. “I am already going to be late, and this doesn’t help me much!”
As his black trench coat billowed in the wind he had an idea, he didnt like to use his powers, but if they prevented being late for a test, why not? He began to mutter “Medoun soleno somatka” To any passerby he would simply be a strange teenager, flailing his arms at the unfavorable traffic, but that arm flailing was nothing less than the somatic components of a spell, if they looked carefully, they also would have noticed very faint clocks encircling the young man. When Brandon finished the incantation, the sound of a bell could be heard. Dong. The bell rang, and Brandon knew he had but 30 seconds to cross the street. He hopped back up on his bike, and rode feverishly to school. Roughly 20 seconds after he made it across, traffic continued as usual.
Brandon got to school, didn’t even bother locking up his bike, and ran to his first class, Human anatomy and physiology 101. Getting in seconds before the proffessor began handing out exams. He sat down in his seat, and prepared himself for the test scheduled for that day. “This should be easy,” he said to his friend, Brian, who sat next to him. “I don’t know, man, we have to know every bone in the human body” Brian replied. This shook Brandon’s confidence, Brian was the best student in the class; neverthless Brandon had a trick up his sleeve. “I know, I am going to ace this test.” He said. “ Well, if you are that confident.” hi friend replied. “I am”. At that moment, Dr. Krauss the anatomy professor plopped the test down on their desks. He went through like a tornado through a trailer park, Answering each question as fast as he read it, until he got to the last question “What are the 5 functions of muscle tissue?” He though for a moment, and put down Support, protection, movement, and body temp regulation. But he couldn’t remember the last one; try as he may it escaped him. He decided that he would use another one of his little talents. He opened his mind, and thought of the notes that he left on his desk. He concentrated on seeing them, and found the information he wanted. He wrote down the answer, joint stabilization.
The ended and, somewhat fatigued from the mental effort he exerted; Brandon made his way to his next class. As he walked through the halls, he let his mental barriers slip a little. He allowed the surface thoughts of the people near him to be projected into his mind. He could “hear” their thoughts.
He figured “Why not hear what others are thinking, and I might as well know if someone is about to hurt me” Just then, he “heard” the thought “ I am going to kill THAT FUCKING FAGGOT!” He dodged aside and the punch aimed at the back of his head sailed safely past his left ear. He turned around and saw a living titan, a football player by the name of Dan McCormick. This person was about 6’8”, 6 inches taller than Brandon, and weighed in at about 300 lbs, double that of his victim. Nevertheless, Brandon decides he wants to play with the pathetic mind of the meathead in front of him. “I am going to kill you, queer!” The behemoth screamed. “ Oh you are just jealous because I don’t like you.” Brandon replied in a nonchalant manner. This infuriated the fool more than before, Brandon decides to take advantage of his anger. He uses his psionic potential to make the wall of muscle think that Brandon was throwing punches. It works like a charm, and the titan begins throwing punches into the air. However, because of his deep concentration, John failed to notice two of Dan’s’ lackeys sneaking up behind him. They gripped him around the arms, breaking his concentration. Dan’s’ senses cleared. “What the fuck did you do to me you freak!” He punched Brandon, hard, in the face. Unable to cast spells, and his concentration too broken to use psionics, all Brandon could do was scream as his assailants beat him within an inch of his life. And when they had left his crumpled and unconscious body on the ground. His friend, having witnessed the event Brian called 911
Chap 2.
Brandon’s mind awoke. He knew, somehow that if he concentrated, he could heal himself. He focused his entire being into healing his shattered body. He could feel his broken bones mend, he could feel his lacerations healing...He woke up. He woke up looking into the eyes of his only real friend Brian, the only one in the world it seemed that cared about him....
Upon his release from the hospital, two men wearing business suits and sunglasses approached Brandon. They pulled him aside. “ We are with the CIA, Are you aware that you have showed up on our radar as a telepath, your abilities to toy with the mind of your enemies, and to heal yourself draws attention to your self. They said. “ You have three choices Mr. Cross, either you accept employment in PSI, a branch of the CIA dealing with people of your talents, you can go on drugs that will suppress you psionic abilities, or you can go to prison. We will give you 24 hours to decide.” The agent said with a completely straight face. “Not much a choice now is there. Oh well, always thought I would be working with you people. I will not have my identity erased or anything? Will I?” “ No. You will not be cut off from friends and family, though you will not see them often.” They replied Simultaneously. “ That is always a plus, Sure my entire family disowned me, and I only have one real friend, still being able to keep in touch with him is always a bonus. I assume I will complete my education as well. I cant go back to school here.” “ Yes.” They replied again. “ Good. Ortano fondigyamar” and Brandon disappeared in the same shimmering radiance.
He teleported to his apartment and called Brian. “ It seems as if the government has offered me employment as an agent.” He said after the traditional greetings. “ Cool!” Brian said obviously happy for his friend. “What agency? He asked. “ The one that keeps people like me under wraps.” Brandon said with a sarcastic tone. “ Talked for several hours until about 3 AM “ I need to sleep. I will see you when I see you.” Brian said. “ Good night” Brand on replied…
Chap 3
The next day the two agents contacted Brandon. Brandon agreed to join with he branch of the CIA known as PSI or Psionic Secret Investigators. It would be his job to investigate the paranormal, get rid of hostile paranormal elements such as vampires and demons, and also recruiting young psionicists and mages into the organization.
“Ok time for your first briefing.” said an old man at the front of a lecture hall. “ You are All New to this organization and it would benefit you to listen to an old man like me.” As Brandon sat in the front row, he could tell that the other telepaths and people with psionic talents, where looking at him inquisitively. They had all heard of his talents and where intrigued to see what he could do. “ ALL of you are undisciplined, and untrained, I don’t care how powerful you think you are, with training, you WILL double in power. We will provide that training in return for loyalty, and certain “services” your training will be both hands on, and instruction. Now please follow the men in black suits to the classrooms, there you will learn how to use attack and defense forms against other psionicists, sort of psion kung fu so to speak. When you get the chance, those who have spell-casting ability please go to room 415” The new recruits followed their instructors.
Brandon found himself in a room, filled with like-minded individuals. An instructor called him over to a chair. “ Sit down” the man said. Brandon complied with the request. “ Now, I am going to try and read your thoughts, do your best to block me” the instructor said. He stared into Brandon’s eyes. Brandon felt a tingling in the back of his head.” get out” he said, and pushed the instructors probe out of his mind. The instructor’s nose began to bleed as he said “Good job Mr. Cross, I have never had a student who could block me out so easily” he wiped off his nose, and said” I will now try to addle your senses, attempt to block me again” He stared into Brandon’s eyes again, his pupils dilated to nearly the size of his entire eye. Brandon closed his eyes and focused on maintaining the acuity of his senses and blocking out his attacker. He pushed back on the instructor, causing a psionic backlash that made the instructor scream in pain as he clutched his head and collapsed senseless on the floor. Brandon smiles smugly as a more experienced instructor decided to challenge him. “So you think you are gifted eh, well try to take on p12 and see how well you do.” First he attempted to wipe out Brandon’s memory, Brandon saw it coming and but up barriers to protect his neural pathways, he countered by attempting to telepathically sever his opponents brain from the rest of his body, but found barriers in place that where to strong to put time into. His opponent whose name is Nathan Jones came back at him with a low level mined blast. Brandon defended himself with fortress of intellect and tried to setup a backlash. Having experienced these tactics before, Nathan attempted to defend himself by shutting down the neural pathways the attack would come through, He barley managed to manage it, the effort left his nose bleeding and his head throbbing with the worst migraine he had ever had...
After a contest of wills last the better part of ten minutes the instructor was unconscious and Brandon was bleeding from the ears and his nose. His pupils where dilated to the point where his eyes where black with a white lining.
Having beaten his instructors using his mental abilities, he decided to join the old man in the spell duel arena.
“ Ah Mr. Cross” the old man said. “It appears as if you have decided to join me, You have shown your abilities as a psionicist, lets see how well you can manipulate the fabric of existence.” the old codger said. He began chanting “unfacton shorooka nalegn tirandar tetooran shokran” a wall of sparkling energy formed around them. “ This will keep our spells from being lethal, it will also prevent them from destroying this building” he said with a wink and a smile. “ We will take turns casting spells, to see if we can overcome each others defenses. For each spell either one o us casts, the other will have a chance to defend himself. He first one to get hit with a spell capable of killing him loses. You go first” Brandon looked at the old man and decided he wanted to test his abilities. “ Yobidia Mitual Balkat “ and a ball of fire sprung from his fingers and flew toward his opponent, who bagan casting to defend himself. “ Vecna vetroon tiarandal “ and just as the ball of fire was about to hit him, a globe with a mirrored finish appeared around him. The fireball bounced off of it and flew in the direction it came from, toward Brandon, who was forced to leap to safety as the fireball flew past him, into the barrier behind. The old mage smiled and took his turn at attack. “ Toorrol tiral shirak “ and purple balls of energy streaked from his fingers toward Brandon, who, desperately began casting a defensive spell “ Protor Nirivar “ and a translucent wall disc appeared in front of him, and moved to intercept the deadly globes. When they struck the shield they exploded in a lavender nimbus of pure magical energy. Brandon was becoming fatigued, spell casting drained on his body and mind, and he didn’t have the endurance after the previous battle to last much longer. He decided he needed to end this quickly. “ Getral terivar sheckta necto “ he spread his hand out and a green ray lanced toward the older mage. Seeing it coming, but not fast enough to defend himself, the old mage attempted to resist the effects of the spell. He braced himself, and took the full hit o the spell. He screamed in agony as arcane energy arced and crackled through his body. He fell to the floor of the arena. When he recovered, he spoke. “ I say, that was a fine battle. I haven’t been in so much pain for years. Had this been real I would be a pile of fine dust right now. Good job. Now go home and get some rest. Come back for your first assignment tomorrow....
Chap 4
“ As I am sure you are already aware, this organization exists to keep the general public blissfully ignorant of the fact that psionicists and magic users exist." Said an obese Man sitting behind a desk, by the name of Morgan Sherman. " Your actions during the attack on your person, not to mention your miraculous healing placed you on our radar. And from the abilities you demonstrated against your trainers, it is a good thing too. We could use someone with your talents.
To that end I have a mission for you. Your partner will be Nathan Jones, the p12 you put in the hospital. I trust there are no hard feelings between you two.” Sherman said. “ Oh no, I talked to him when he woke up. He actually enjoyed the challenge, especially from a trainee. It will be a pleasure working with him.” Brandon replied. “ Well that is good. Your mission is too go to Los Angeles and assist our field operatives. A p12 named Russell Davis and a mage by the name of Jen Percival. They have been working to eradicate the city of Demons and other children of evil. If possible however, I want you to bring one back alive for questioning. Your plane leaves in one hour, you will find your complete briefing on your seat. Go” Sherman demanded. “ Yes sir” Brandon replied with a smirk on his face and a mock salute. Sherman became red in the face “GO!” he screamed, as Brandon was picked up by the mans telekinesis and thrown out the door.
Chap 5
When he arrived in LA a kindred spirit greeted him. Short little man wearing a black trench coat over a Hawaiian shirt greeted him with a handshake and a smile. “ Pleased to meet you. My name is Russell, and you must be the dipshit I was sent to meet. Brandon is it? Well your new name is sparky, considering you abilities I find that to be...fitting. And I see we shop at the same store” as he motioned toward Brandon’s trench coat, at this point Brandon was wearing a tight shirt, black slacks, and an un-buttoned trench coat. “ That we do.” Brandon said. “ And this is my partner and Girlfriend Jen, careful she has a bit of an obsession with Yao.” HEY!” yelled Jen as she slapped Russell up side the head. “ Oh don’t worry I also like Yao, we should get along great.” Brandon replied. “ Hello Nathan, long time no see. I hear that sparky put you in the hospital during his first training session.” Russell said. “ Yeah, that was one of the most painful things I have ever felt. He is damn good at attacking the mind of another telepath.” “ yes I am sure “Russell replied. “ Are you familiar with this area?” Russell asked. “ No, What about you Jen?” Brandon asked. “ No, I cant teleport us anywhere here” she replied, obviously frustrated. “ Guess we will just have to call a cab.” Nathan says as he sipped from sixty-four ounce thermos of cappuccino. “You are going to be bouncing off the walls tonight.” Brandon said. “ I know, isn’t it great!” Nathan said as he used a facial expression that made him look like a crazed chipmunk. “ Has anyone ever told you hat you are crazy?” Russell asked Nathan. “YES, HAHAHAHAHA!” Nathan cackled. “ Lets go.” Jen said with an irritated look on her face. “ I will call a cab before I decide to use a meteor swarm on the three of you”. She said with an obvious look of anger, curled her hands into a fist getting ready to kill them all.
When they got into the cab t was already starting to get dark, the sun was setting. “Now when we reach the suburbs where these bloodsuckers hang out there are some things you should remember. The only things that will kill a vampire are wooden stakes to the heart, fire, decapitation, and contacting holy water. There also spells and psionic abilities that channel positive energy, lethal to undead. I trust that you know of these little tricks of the trade. “ Russell said. “ oh of course I learned how to use them on the plane.” Said Brandon. “ Good, when we get to our destination, you will have to demonstrate them to us. “ Said Jen. “ Oh don’t worry, you may find that I surpass you in spell-casting ability.” He said with a smile. “ Doubtful” she said with a grin...
Chap 6
“ Okay cast the spell that injures undead, called disrupt undead” Jen commanded “ besides there is a vampire behind you that needs it.” Brandon turned around and pointed at the vampire. “ Kitral noorak shikranilar “ and a ray of positive energy sprung from his fingers and struck the vampire causing it to scream in pain and crumble into dust. “ There, that is one vampire down for the count.” said Brandon with a look of pride. “ He will not be harming innocent people.” Brandon said beaming with pride. “ My friend you will find that in this world, unless it is a very young child, no one is innocent. You are a bright kid, but you still have much to learn. And now that you have proven you competence, into the sewers with us.” Russell said as he opened up a manhole. “ In you go” he said chuckling under his breath.
As he entered the sewer the foul stench of human feces and rotting food wafted up from the brown disgusting water. Brandon could see rats and cockroaches by the thousands crawling al0ong the sides and paths in the tunnel. He had to fight to keep his lunch down. Fighting back tears, he concentrated, and using telekinesis, he pulled pure air from the surface, and began casting as he did it “Incanto Pulcher Imperium” And a transparent bubble surrounded him, and the air he had just acquired. “Hey guys you may want to prepare yourselves, the stench is overpowering.” They jumped down wearing gas masks. “ Oh sure, now you tell me.” The rest of them share a hearty laugh at his expense. As they recover from the laughing fits, he causes their masks to fall of, and they deeply inhale the foulest air known to mankind. Brandon laughs at their expense. He casts the spells necessary to create their own air pockets and walks down the tunnel.
The light hearted antics of a few minutes past ended when they saw a group of ten low ranking vampires climbing along the walls of the tunnel coming toward them. They looked like normal enough people, with the exception that they where crawling on a vertical surface. They also differed from normal people because their fangs where protruding, and their jaws where unhinged and ready to bite. Brandon and Jen stepped forward “ Kitral noorak shikranilar” And from their outstretched fingers, rays of positive energy lanced toward the vampiric scum. Brandon’s spell hit the wall behind the vampire he was trying to hit, but Jen’s struck her target square in the chest, as healing energy flowed through the vampire, its chest collapsed, and its head exploded as it crumbled into dust. The other vampires didn’t miss a beat however, and where nearly upon the group of agents, when a scream of rage came from Russell’s mouth “ CANT YOU PEOPLE JUST STAY DEAD!?” as he formed a telekinetic scythe out of air pressure, that cut off the heads of 5 vampires. As their bodies disintegrated, the 4 remaining vampires closed, shrieking in hunger, they attempted to rip into Nathan and Brandon’s necks, but they threw them into the wall of the tunnel, giving Jen enough time to cast a fireball on them. “ Yobidia Mitual Balkat “ a ball of fire flew toward them and exploded, incinerating them in a maelstrom of heat. Brandon managed to put up a telekinetic shield that blocked the fire and shrapnel. Pieces of brick rebounded off of an invisible barrier as Brandon’s eyes watered under the strain. Sustained telekinesis is difficult, and holding up a barrier as long as he did caused his nose too bleed. “Yikes” Nathan said. Knew you where gifted but sustain8ing a shield like that...I couldn’t do that for more than a split second. That talent will come in handy. Oh shit, You have a nosebleed. Tilt your head forward so you don’t end up like Attilla the Hun, drowning in your own blood from a nosebleed and all.” Brandon tilted his head forward, and let the blood drain from his nose. “ I am feeling a bit light headed. Just give me a few minutes to rest, then we can proceed” After several minutes, Brandon felt better. The Bleeding had stopped, and he was ready to go on….
End of section one.
By Ben Allen
As Brandon rode to school on his bike, he was already having a bad day. The muscular Man with sky blue eyes and black hair was steaming with rage. “Why does this fucking shit always happen to me!?” he screamed as the light allowing him legally cross the street turned red, and a wall of cars began to zip by him, blocking his path. “I am already going to be late, and this doesn’t help me much!”
As his black trench coat billowed in the wind he had an idea, he didnt like to use his powers, but if they prevented being late for a test, why not? He began to mutter “Medoun soleno somatka” To any passerby he would simply be a strange teenager, flailing his arms at the unfavorable traffic, but that arm flailing was nothing less than the somatic components of a spell, if they looked carefully, they also would have noticed very faint clocks encircling the young man. When Brandon finished the incantation, the sound of a bell could be heard. Dong. The bell rang, and Brandon knew he had but 30 seconds to cross the street. He hopped back up on his bike, and rode feverishly to school. Roughly 20 seconds after he made it across, traffic continued as usual.
Brandon got to school, didn’t even bother locking up his bike, and ran to his first class, Human anatomy and physiology 101. Getting in seconds before the proffessor began handing out exams. He sat down in his seat, and prepared himself for the test scheduled for that day. “This should be easy,” he said to his friend, Brian, who sat next to him. “I don’t know, man, we have to know every bone in the human body” Brian replied. This shook Brandon’s confidence, Brian was the best student in the class; neverthless Brandon had a trick up his sleeve. “I know, I am going to ace this test.” He said. “ Well, if you are that confident.” hi friend replied. “I am”. At that moment, Dr. Krauss the anatomy professor plopped the test down on their desks. He went through like a tornado through a trailer park, Answering each question as fast as he read it, until he got to the last question “What are the 5 functions of muscle tissue?” He though for a moment, and put down Support, protection, movement, and body temp regulation. But he couldn’t remember the last one; try as he may it escaped him. He decided that he would use another one of his little talents. He opened his mind, and thought of the notes that he left on his desk. He concentrated on seeing them, and found the information he wanted. He wrote down the answer, joint stabilization.
The ended and, somewhat fatigued from the mental effort he exerted; Brandon made his way to his next class. As he walked through the halls, he let his mental barriers slip a little. He allowed the surface thoughts of the people near him to be projected into his mind. He could “hear” their thoughts.
He figured “Why not hear what others are thinking, and I might as well know if someone is about to hurt me” Just then, he “heard” the thought “ I am going to kill THAT FUCKING FAGGOT!” He dodged aside and the punch aimed at the back of his head sailed safely past his left ear. He turned around and saw a living titan, a football player by the name of Dan McCormick. This person was about 6’8”, 6 inches taller than Brandon, and weighed in at about 300 lbs, double that of his victim. Nevertheless, Brandon decides he wants to play with the pathetic mind of the meathead in front of him. “I am going to kill you, queer!” The behemoth screamed. “ Oh you are just jealous because I don’t like you.” Brandon replied in a nonchalant manner. This infuriated the fool more than before, Brandon decides to take advantage of his anger. He uses his psionic potential to make the wall of muscle think that Brandon was throwing punches. It works like a charm, and the titan begins throwing punches into the air. However, because of his deep concentration, John failed to notice two of Dan’s’ lackeys sneaking up behind him. They gripped him around the arms, breaking his concentration. Dan’s’ senses cleared. “What the fuck did you do to me you freak!” He punched Brandon, hard, in the face. Unable to cast spells, and his concentration too broken to use psionics, all Brandon could do was scream as his assailants beat him within an inch of his life. And when they had left his crumpled and unconscious body on the ground. His friend, having witnessed the event Brian called 911
Chap 2.
Brandon’s mind awoke. He knew, somehow that if he concentrated, he could heal himself. He focused his entire being into healing his shattered body. He could feel his broken bones mend, he could feel his lacerations healing...He woke up. He woke up looking into the eyes of his only real friend Brian, the only one in the world it seemed that cared about him....
Upon his release from the hospital, two men wearing business suits and sunglasses approached Brandon. They pulled him aside. “ We are with the CIA, Are you aware that you have showed up on our radar as a telepath, your abilities to toy with the mind of your enemies, and to heal yourself draws attention to your self. They said. “ You have three choices Mr. Cross, either you accept employment in PSI, a branch of the CIA dealing with people of your talents, you can go on drugs that will suppress you psionic abilities, or you can go to prison. We will give you 24 hours to decide.” The agent said with a completely straight face. “Not much a choice now is there. Oh well, always thought I would be working with you people. I will not have my identity erased or anything? Will I?” “ No. You will not be cut off from friends and family, though you will not see them often.” They replied Simultaneously. “ That is always a plus, Sure my entire family disowned me, and I only have one real friend, still being able to keep in touch with him is always a bonus. I assume I will complete my education as well. I cant go back to school here.” “ Yes.” They replied again. “ Good. Ortano fondigyamar” and Brandon disappeared in the same shimmering radiance.
He teleported to his apartment and called Brian. “ It seems as if the government has offered me employment as an agent.” He said after the traditional greetings. “ Cool!” Brian said obviously happy for his friend. “What agency? He asked. “ The one that keeps people like me under wraps.” Brandon said with a sarcastic tone. “ Talked for several hours until about 3 AM “ I need to sleep. I will see you when I see you.” Brian said. “ Good night” Brand on replied…
Chap 3
The next day the two agents contacted Brandon. Brandon agreed to join with he branch of the CIA known as PSI or Psionic Secret Investigators. It would be his job to investigate the paranormal, get rid of hostile paranormal elements such as vampires and demons, and also recruiting young psionicists and mages into the organization.
“Ok time for your first briefing.” said an old man at the front of a lecture hall. “ You are All New to this organization and it would benefit you to listen to an old man like me.” As Brandon sat in the front row, he could tell that the other telepaths and people with psionic talents, where looking at him inquisitively. They had all heard of his talents and where intrigued to see what he could do. “ ALL of you are undisciplined, and untrained, I don’t care how powerful you think you are, with training, you WILL double in power. We will provide that training in return for loyalty, and certain “services” your training will be both hands on, and instruction. Now please follow the men in black suits to the classrooms, there you will learn how to use attack and defense forms against other psionicists, sort of psion kung fu so to speak. When you get the chance, those who have spell-casting ability please go to room 415” The new recruits followed their instructors.
Brandon found himself in a room, filled with like-minded individuals. An instructor called him over to a chair. “ Sit down” the man said. Brandon complied with the request. “ Now, I am going to try and read your thoughts, do your best to block me” the instructor said. He stared into Brandon’s eyes. Brandon felt a tingling in the back of his head.” get out” he said, and pushed the instructors probe out of his mind. The instructor’s nose began to bleed as he said “Good job Mr. Cross, I have never had a student who could block me out so easily” he wiped off his nose, and said” I will now try to addle your senses, attempt to block me again” He stared into Brandon’s eyes again, his pupils dilated to nearly the size of his entire eye. Brandon closed his eyes and focused on maintaining the acuity of his senses and blocking out his attacker. He pushed back on the instructor, causing a psionic backlash that made the instructor scream in pain as he clutched his head and collapsed senseless on the floor. Brandon smiles smugly as a more experienced instructor decided to challenge him. “So you think you are gifted eh, well try to take on p12 and see how well you do.” First he attempted to wipe out Brandon’s memory, Brandon saw it coming and but up barriers to protect his neural pathways, he countered by attempting to telepathically sever his opponents brain from the rest of his body, but found barriers in place that where to strong to put time into. His opponent whose name is Nathan Jones came back at him with a low level mined blast. Brandon defended himself with fortress of intellect and tried to setup a backlash. Having experienced these tactics before, Nathan attempted to defend himself by shutting down the neural pathways the attack would come through, He barley managed to manage it, the effort left his nose bleeding and his head throbbing with the worst migraine he had ever had...
After a contest of wills last the better part of ten minutes the instructor was unconscious and Brandon was bleeding from the ears and his nose. His pupils where dilated to the point where his eyes where black with a white lining.
Having beaten his instructors using his mental abilities, he decided to join the old man in the spell duel arena.
“ Ah Mr. Cross” the old man said. “It appears as if you have decided to join me, You have shown your abilities as a psionicist, lets see how well you can manipulate the fabric of existence.” the old codger said. He began chanting “unfacton shorooka nalegn tirandar tetooran shokran” a wall of sparkling energy formed around them. “ This will keep our spells from being lethal, it will also prevent them from destroying this building” he said with a wink and a smile. “ We will take turns casting spells, to see if we can overcome each others defenses. For each spell either one o us casts, the other will have a chance to defend himself. He first one to get hit with a spell capable of killing him loses. You go first” Brandon looked at the old man and decided he wanted to test his abilities. “ Yobidia Mitual Balkat “ and a ball of fire sprung from his fingers and flew toward his opponent, who bagan casting to defend himself. “ Vecna vetroon tiarandal “ and just as the ball of fire was about to hit him, a globe with a mirrored finish appeared around him. The fireball bounced off of it and flew in the direction it came from, toward Brandon, who was forced to leap to safety as the fireball flew past him, into the barrier behind. The old mage smiled and took his turn at attack. “ Toorrol tiral shirak “ and purple balls of energy streaked from his fingers toward Brandon, who, desperately began casting a defensive spell “ Protor Nirivar “ and a translucent wall disc appeared in front of him, and moved to intercept the deadly globes. When they struck the shield they exploded in a lavender nimbus of pure magical energy. Brandon was becoming fatigued, spell casting drained on his body and mind, and he didn’t have the endurance after the previous battle to last much longer. He decided he needed to end this quickly. “ Getral terivar sheckta necto “ he spread his hand out and a green ray lanced toward the older mage. Seeing it coming, but not fast enough to defend himself, the old mage attempted to resist the effects of the spell. He braced himself, and took the full hit o the spell. He screamed in agony as arcane energy arced and crackled through his body. He fell to the floor of the arena. When he recovered, he spoke. “ I say, that was a fine battle. I haven’t been in so much pain for years. Had this been real I would be a pile of fine dust right now. Good job. Now go home and get some rest. Come back for your first assignment tomorrow....
Chap 4
“ As I am sure you are already aware, this organization exists to keep the general public blissfully ignorant of the fact that psionicists and magic users exist." Said an obese Man sitting behind a desk, by the name of Morgan Sherman. " Your actions during the attack on your person, not to mention your miraculous healing placed you on our radar. And from the abilities you demonstrated against your trainers, it is a good thing too. We could use someone with your talents.
To that end I have a mission for you. Your partner will be Nathan Jones, the p12 you put in the hospital. I trust there are no hard feelings between you two.” Sherman said. “ Oh no, I talked to him when he woke up. He actually enjoyed the challenge, especially from a trainee. It will be a pleasure working with him.” Brandon replied. “ Well that is good. Your mission is too go to Los Angeles and assist our field operatives. A p12 named Russell Davis and a mage by the name of Jen Percival. They have been working to eradicate the city of Demons and other children of evil. If possible however, I want you to bring one back alive for questioning. Your plane leaves in one hour, you will find your complete briefing on your seat. Go” Sherman demanded. “ Yes sir” Brandon replied with a smirk on his face and a mock salute. Sherman became red in the face “GO!” he screamed, as Brandon was picked up by the mans telekinesis and thrown out the door.
Chap 5
When he arrived in LA a kindred spirit greeted him. Short little man wearing a black trench coat over a Hawaiian shirt greeted him with a handshake and a smile. “ Pleased to meet you. My name is Russell, and you must be the dipshit I was sent to meet. Brandon is it? Well your new name is sparky, considering you abilities I find that to be...fitting. And I see we shop at the same store” as he motioned toward Brandon’s trench coat, at this point Brandon was wearing a tight shirt, black slacks, and an un-buttoned trench coat. “ That we do.” Brandon said. “ And this is my partner and Girlfriend Jen, careful she has a bit of an obsession with Yao.” HEY!” yelled Jen as she slapped Russell up side the head. “ Oh don’t worry I also like Yao, we should get along great.” Brandon replied. “ Hello Nathan, long time no see. I hear that sparky put you in the hospital during his first training session.” Russell said. “ Yeah, that was one of the most painful things I have ever felt. He is damn good at attacking the mind of another telepath.” “ yes I am sure “Russell replied. “ Are you familiar with this area?” Russell asked. “ No, What about you Jen?” Brandon asked. “ No, I cant teleport us anywhere here” she replied, obviously frustrated. “ Guess we will just have to call a cab.” Nathan says as he sipped from sixty-four ounce thermos of cappuccino. “You are going to be bouncing off the walls tonight.” Brandon said. “ I know, isn’t it great!” Nathan said as he used a facial expression that made him look like a crazed chipmunk. “ Has anyone ever told you hat you are crazy?” Russell asked Nathan. “YES, HAHAHAHAHA!” Nathan cackled. “ Lets go.” Jen said with an irritated look on her face. “ I will call a cab before I decide to use a meteor swarm on the three of you”. She said with an obvious look of anger, curled her hands into a fist getting ready to kill them all.
When they got into the cab t was already starting to get dark, the sun was setting. “Now when we reach the suburbs where these bloodsuckers hang out there are some things you should remember. The only things that will kill a vampire are wooden stakes to the heart, fire, decapitation, and contacting holy water. There also spells and psionic abilities that channel positive energy, lethal to undead. I trust that you know of these little tricks of the trade. “ Russell said. “ oh of course I learned how to use them on the plane.” Said Brandon. “ Good, when we get to our destination, you will have to demonstrate them to us. “ Said Jen. “ Oh don’t worry, you may find that I surpass you in spell-casting ability.” He said with a smile. “ Doubtful” she said with a grin...
Chap 6
“ Okay cast the spell that injures undead, called disrupt undead” Jen commanded “ besides there is a vampire behind you that needs it.” Brandon turned around and pointed at the vampire. “ Kitral noorak shikranilar “ and a ray of positive energy sprung from his fingers and struck the vampire causing it to scream in pain and crumble into dust. “ There, that is one vampire down for the count.” said Brandon with a look of pride. “ He will not be harming innocent people.” Brandon said beaming with pride. “ My friend you will find that in this world, unless it is a very young child, no one is innocent. You are a bright kid, but you still have much to learn. And now that you have proven you competence, into the sewers with us.” Russell said as he opened up a manhole. “ In you go” he said chuckling under his breath.
As he entered the sewer the foul stench of human feces and rotting food wafted up from the brown disgusting water. Brandon could see rats and cockroaches by the thousands crawling al0ong the sides and paths in the tunnel. He had to fight to keep his lunch down. Fighting back tears, he concentrated, and using telekinesis, he pulled pure air from the surface, and began casting as he did it “Incanto Pulcher Imperium” And a transparent bubble surrounded him, and the air he had just acquired. “Hey guys you may want to prepare yourselves, the stench is overpowering.” They jumped down wearing gas masks. “ Oh sure, now you tell me.” The rest of them share a hearty laugh at his expense. As they recover from the laughing fits, he causes their masks to fall of, and they deeply inhale the foulest air known to mankind. Brandon laughs at their expense. He casts the spells necessary to create their own air pockets and walks down the tunnel.
The light hearted antics of a few minutes past ended when they saw a group of ten low ranking vampires climbing along the walls of the tunnel coming toward them. They looked like normal enough people, with the exception that they where crawling on a vertical surface. They also differed from normal people because their fangs where protruding, and their jaws where unhinged and ready to bite. Brandon and Jen stepped forward “ Kitral noorak shikranilar” And from their outstretched fingers, rays of positive energy lanced toward the vampiric scum. Brandon’s spell hit the wall behind the vampire he was trying to hit, but Jen’s struck her target square in the chest, as healing energy flowed through the vampire, its chest collapsed, and its head exploded as it crumbled into dust. The other vampires didn’t miss a beat however, and where nearly upon the group of agents, when a scream of rage came from Russell’s mouth “ CANT YOU PEOPLE JUST STAY DEAD!?” as he formed a telekinetic scythe out of air pressure, that cut off the heads of 5 vampires. As their bodies disintegrated, the 4 remaining vampires closed, shrieking in hunger, they attempted to rip into Nathan and Brandon’s necks, but they threw them into the wall of the tunnel, giving Jen enough time to cast a fireball on them. “ Yobidia Mitual Balkat “ a ball of fire flew toward them and exploded, incinerating them in a maelstrom of heat. Brandon managed to put up a telekinetic shield that blocked the fire and shrapnel. Pieces of brick rebounded off of an invisible barrier as Brandon’s eyes watered under the strain. Sustained telekinesis is difficult, and holding up a barrier as long as he did caused his nose too bleed. “Yikes” Nathan said. Knew you where gifted but sustain8ing a shield like that...I couldn’t do that for more than a split second. That talent will come in handy. Oh shit, You have a nosebleed. Tilt your head forward so you don’t end up like Attilla the Hun, drowning in your own blood from a nosebleed and all.” Brandon tilted his head forward, and let the blood drain from his nose. “ I am feeling a bit light headed. Just give me a few minutes to rest, then we can proceed” After several minutes, Brandon felt better. The Bleeding had stopped, and he was ready to go on….
End of section one.
