I would like to introduce you to the new side of New York. There are many people out there who believe that they are psychic. Many of them fake, but sometimes the world can surprise

you. If your a skeptic, you'll still be a skeptic, but humor yourselves. And for the believers out there, hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Law&OrderSVU, but wouldn't it be awesome if I did?

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"I'm coming for you. You won't escape me this time. You're going to end up like her." The mocking voice ran through her head like a dam that had just broken loose. "You'll

never be rid of me. I'm always there."

The invisible hand extended to her as the man's light blue eyes shimmered with glee and evil. Hedi Sinclair sat straight up in bed, her heart pounding, her mind reeling. Her

breathes were coming in like nothing. He had her. He had gotten her again. She knew that there were others out there like her, but never before had she felt one as strong as this one.

And never before had she had to worry as much as she needed to with the others. This man, this psychic was pure evil. And somehow he had found a way into her head. That was the

most dangerous thing of all. He had found her.

Hedi focused all her energy back to the invasion and was greeted by a large sreeching noise and felt as if she had run into something. Something hard, something painful. Aw,

she thought, so he was able to block her. Not many psychics were able to protect their minds. Only the most advanced could accomplish even coming close to closing off their minds

to others. And this man had. This man with the menacing light blue eyes. They were the eyes of a heartless man. They were the eyes of a man who could commit the worst kinds of

evil.

"You're going to end up like her." What had he meant by that? What did he mean? He sent her a silent and deadly message. One message that could not be ignored. Hedi

soon realized that if he had access to her mind that he would have access to her life. And she had no way to barracade herself. She was completely helpless in this game. She looked

at the clock. 6:00am. He had sent her that message at this time for a reason. She looked at her night stand where she found her remote to the small portable T.V in the corner of her

pale yellow room. It was simple and most of all it was affordable. She turned on the T. V just as they were introducing the anchors. A long face with light eyes and dark eyes stared

back at her from the contents of her black and white screen. "Our top story to day is that a murderer/rapist is on the loose in New York. The body of the victim was found at 4:32 this

morning. The police are not releasing any information at this time. The body was found on a side street next to Central Park. If you have any information at all, the Special Victims

Unit is asking that you visit their office or call the number at the bottom of the screen. Now, we go to the field with reporter, Diane Leach. Diane?"

Hedi had heard enough. She now knew the reason that he had contacted her. She was in trouble and this was going to be a long day.

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