[u]Sunday Afternoon[/u]
James walked down the street, a cascade of noises coming from his surroundings. The nausea and aches he had witnessed in the night were over and the only remnant of them was the fact that he now felt tired because they had kept him up all night. He yawned as he walked into a small store, more as a brief respite from the intense crowds than with any intention to buy anything.

As he loitered next to some newspapers, trying to decide which was the least politically objectionable, he heard a sudden loud noise from across the store and instinctively looked over to see the only other possible customer in the store shoving the register into a bag while pointing a gun at the man working behind it, neither of them seeming to have noticed his presence.

A more sensible man would have merely called the police, but James Knight was not entirely sensible when he was in a crisis without any useful skills. When he was operating he could be the difference between life and death but he was now faced with the possibility of somebody else ending a life, no matter what he did. So he panicked. 

[b]"Stop!"[/b]

As he shouted, the noise that came out of his mouth was amplified significantly. A deafening roar echoed throughout the store and even though it wasn't the loudest noise any of them had experienced, it was loud enough to disorient all three of them. The robber dropped his gun and accidentally discharged a bullet into the floor, the noise similarly amplified.

There was a ringing in James' ears as he covered them with his hands, seeing a similar reaction in the others present as a cop burst into the store having heard the shot and been directed to the right place by the crowd outside. The noise died down but as he stood there, mostly ignoring the people starting to crowd around, he was just shocked. What had happened, noise coming out of a human at that volume, was impossible. He had never heard a bullet at this distance so he couldn't really tell but it seemed louder than he would have thought it would be. And yet, even though the sound was far louder than it should have been it still felt somehow right, as if it was under control. Even though he hadn't purposely done anything, something in him was telling him that he had caused it.