"Taylor, just give up, really, this has gone on too long." Mark says to me, a
cruel, evil smile on his face.
He and his big friends circle me, wicked gleaming eyes taking over their face.
They are crazy, driven by want.
They want power, they craze it, and they live for it.
I am the source of the power they seek. It's my blood they want.
My blood has power.
Which means I have power. Ancient warrior power.
That power runs through me at the moment, two
kinds of power.
One of strength and fighting, the other is a physic power.
I can read all of their thoughts, Mark's is of only the fact that they have me;
finally think they have me.
The brutes circling me are only of the fact that they get a little of my blood.
When I say a little I mean a lot.
The more blood, the more power, and Mark and his thugs are going to take as much
as they can get.
I can read their bloodthirsty thoughts, they plan to rip me apart, spill all my
blood, and fight to get the most of it.
Just like the rest of them.
I have dealt with these Mexican velours most of my life.
They chase me all over the world, right now we are in the Canadian forest.
They are viscous, heartless, and very easily manipulated.
I not only can read their thoughts, I can control them.
I look straight in Mark's eyes, and I read his thoughts.
My bright, sparkling blue eyes scare him, and entice him at the same time.
I draw him in with my eyes and he slowly loses control over his mind that he has
worked so hard to do in the last few years.
"Mark," I say. "You really don't want to hurt me."
The big brut I know now has Darren to the left of Mark grumbles something.
"She's doing it again!"
I smile to myself. The same old routine.
The thugs start to come in closer to me and I now have full control of Mark,
their soul leader.
"Stop!" He yells forcefully and they all look at him, confused, then they know
it’s me, and the start to close in more.
They have been trained to ignore Mark after I control him.
I switch my gaze over to Darren and he stops dead in his tracks. His mind is an
open book, totally untrained and in seconds I am in control of him.
"Darren," I whisper, but he can still hear me now that I am in his head. All he
can see is my blue eyes.
"Make them slow down." I say and he responds immediately.
"Hold up boys, take it slow, I want to enjoy this." I make him chuckle evilly
like he usually does for good measure.
The rest of them go along with it, unaware that this is all my doing.
They walk towards me slower and I reach out my senses to the trees all around
There is a small but thick one off the right of me, loosely rooted in the
I use the strength of my mind to pull it out of the ground and move it right
behind Darren's head.
I flew my mind muscles and the tree whacks him in the back of his head.
He falls forward, knocked out.
As soon as the thugs see Darren hit the ground they all realize what's happening
and they charge at me.
My ancient warrior bloods is on full and I jump in the air.
Everything is in slow motion.
They look up to see my seven feet in the air they grumble and mutter,
frustrated, because they know that I'm going to get away again.
I land softly one the other side of their circle and I stand, poised for attack
when someone grabs me from behind.
I black out.