Christopher Nelson The Fire In My Eyes (epub)

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.Attacking someone from within their own mind was foolish, to put it mildly.My mental realm was my room back home, the place where I could go to be alone.Dad never came in, Mom was never around to come in, and my friends rarely came over.I had added to that room in my mind, shifting the computer to the corner furthest from the window, out of the way.The posters along my walls and ceiling were gone, and the paint was no longer a dirty white, it was a deep navy blue.Instead of having the windows closed and curtains drawn, I had them both open, letting the sun shine into my room.Right where the sunlight hit, I had a pair of plush chairs and a small table between them.The door to my room opened and Shade stepped in.The sunlight from the open windows faded and the temperature dropped.“What are you doing?” he demanded.“What are you talking about?” I asked.“Take control, you dumbshit!” he said.“You trust me so much you'd let me affect your own mind like this? Never let anyone do this to you!”The paint on the walls burned, shifting from navy blue to scarlet, then to black.It wasn't what I had defined.I forced my defenses up, demanding control of my own mind back, cursing my lapse.The walls grew hazy, then the paint returned to the color I had originally specified.The temperature rose back to what I found comfortable, a warm summer's day with a breeze swirling in through the open windows.The sun came out from behind the clouds and Shade made a sound of disgust, then sat in the opposite chair.“This chair is too soft,” he complained.“Good,” I said.I made the chair even softer, then placed a cup of coffee on the table between us.“I'm glad you dislike it so.Serves you right for pulling that shit.”He took the cup of coffee and lifted it to his lips.He grimaced and placed it back on the table.“Can't pass you on this.You let me influence your own mind without even a protest until I told you.Stupid, Parker, and that's being nice about it.”I kicked him out of my mind and let the mental realm dissolve.“You didn't even warn me you were going to do that.”“Do you think people are going to warn you before they attack?” He shook his head.“If I had been serious, I could have made you my puppet before you kicked me out.You're far too trusting.”“If I can't trust my trainer, who can I trust?”He grabbed me by the front of my shirt.I tried to pull away, but his telekinetic grip was too strong for me to break.“You don't get it.You trust too easily.Someday, you're going to trust the wrong person.”His face was far too close to mine.I wanted to spit in his face, drive the bastard away.“You're trying to tell me that I'm already trusting the wrong person, aren't you?”Shade grinned at me.“Of course you should trust me.You can trust me as far as you can trust Alistair.”“I trust Ripley,” I said, grinning back.“Maybe a little farther than I can throw him.But you, the only thing I might trust you to do is train me properly, but I don't think you're even doing that, just pushing my strength and not teaching me anything I really need to know-”He spun and flung me headfirst through the air, aiming me toward the goalposts.I desperately tried to reorient myself in midair and take control of my trajectory, but he was controlling my flight path and I couldn't focus enough power to break his grip.I passed between the goalposts and arced toward the ground.I couldn't even bring my arms up to cover my face.All I could do was close my eyes.When the impact didn't come, I opened my eyes.I was hanging a handful of inches above the ground.A ladybug on a blade of grass twitched her antennae at me, seven spots on each wing.A breeze touched that blade of grass and she flew away, just in time.Shade dropped me and I bit my tongue as I bounced off the ground.I flipped over onto my back and jumped to my feet, but again, he was already there.His hands slipped around my throat and I froze in place.He could strangle me without even using his psionic power.With his power, I was sure that he could crush my neck with a single squeeze, and there was nothing I could do about it.Helpless.The man had me cold [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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