Christian collapsed into bed without even taking his jeans and leather jacket off. It had been several days since his encounter with the woman that had helped him get home but he still felt foolish. It seemed as though she had bought his lie about an experimental implant to let blind people see that had broken down so his secret was safe. That however was the problem, what exactly was his secret. He seemed to be able to move objects with his mind and when the time was right his could bring up any fact about where he was just by thinking about it. This wasn't right, it wasn't natural. If Christian had been a God fearing man he would have said he was chosen for some higher purpose, alas he had not attended church since he had lost his eyesight and his family.

After awhile he slipped into darkness. Christian started to dream. In his dream he could see everything about him in the house. Every square foot. It was dark and creepy and shadows moved about the walls. There was a sound from outside that Christian could identify no other way than as stealth. Then his door creaked open.

Christian sat bolt upright in bed. He could hear the rusty hinges that he so often thought about oiling creaking in the next room over. Someone was coming into his house, a robber perhaps? He had to get out of here. With this sense of danger and urgency in the air Christian's senses were active, all of his senses and his special sixth one was telling him that there were six men surrounding his house and they were all armed. He slipped his feet into a pair of running shoes that he knew were by the foot of his bed, he bent down the ends so he would not have to waste time tying the laces.

Quietly he lifted the window of his bedroom. He was on a second story, this was going to hurt. He climbed halfway through the window. He could hear and feel the men searching for him including one just outside by the back door too close to his escape for comfort. As he was preparing to jump one of his shoes slipped off his feet and landed with a loud clatter on the ground. The man by the back door turned to look shining a flash light on Christian. Christian could feel the light rays reflecting off his skin though he could see nothing. "Captain, He's making an escape through the south window. Requesting backup." Christian heard him say into his radio. The man aimed his gun and fired three shots. In a panic Christina held up his hands hoping that the bullets would do little damage. To his surprise he felt nothing. He reached out with his sixth sense and felt the bullets which were more like darts floating in the air. The moment he realized that he`d caused them to stop in midair they fell to the ground next to his shoes.

Christian let himself fall to the ground. Blood surged into his feet causing a moment of pain. No knowing why Christian scooped up the three darts and ran over the grass and jumped the fence into the alley behind him house. He knew the men were pursuing him. He ducked behind a car. He had to think of something.

Just then a prick of pain pierced his leg through his jeans. He started to feel dizzy but more than that his breath started to come in ragged gasps. His sixth sense started to blur giving him the randomest details. He'd felt this once before when a medical tranquilizer had been used to subdue him in the hospital during a panic attack. When he'd awakened the doctors had said he'd had a violent allergenic reactions to the drug. They'd said they'd almost lost him. As his airways contracted Christian started to panic stumbling from his hiding place and into the alley. Stuff started to fly all around him, a garden gnome, pine cones, the three tranquilizers he'd taken with him. Any small object that happened to be near started to creating a wall, he felt dizzy and depleted and he gasped to get more air into his system. The objects started to wiz and spiral attacking anything that moved in an effort to protect him, it wasn't a conscious at this point, it was a desperate attempt by his body to protect itself. Three of the objects, the darts found there marks and the men dropped to the ground but Christian could feel the darkness closing in on him and his last thought before it overtook him and his wall fell to the ground in a heap was that he hoped professional abductors had decent medical facilities.

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