I'm in-between light and dark, fire and cold, life and death, and mundane and teep. I'm trapped in a limbo, always falling, never able to catch my breath and relax. They can find me.
It's almost laughable, to watch people around me trusting me, not feeling confortable around me exactly, but knowing I won't hurt them. Then to watch a Psi Cop come up and talk to them, there fear radiating though them, the coldness, but as soon as they leave a sense of relief, and usually a string of curses about how uncomfortable telepaths make them feel.
They don't know that I'm one.
I'm their Commander, one they trust and follow orders from, not a teep. When they curse them, they curse me. I don't care anymore, why should I? I do not like my people, and I am ashamed of the Corps. I do not wish to fight against them, just to hide and not mention that I am one of them.
And no one knows.
Every rouge's dream.
That's laughable too, that I am the concept of almost all Telepath's dreams. To be free of the corps, to hide without them hunting you down. To be free, and have a notable job.
I'm in-between, mundanes and teeps, never to be accepted totally by either, always keeping secrets from both, even if it is the same. It doesn't matter who or why, "Trust no one."
And I haven't, sense the day the phi corps came in and drugged my mother, killed my hope and gave me understanding of what the corps was about. They may have said they are telepath's family, but that doesn't mean they aren't abusive, ignorant and cruel.
I've seen the closest people that I could call friends curse my being, curse what I was born into with no escape. I can feel the hatred, the anger briefly, but not strong enough to get thoughts, or anything else. I thank God every day I am still latent.
One day I may not.
I know if that my latency ever breaks I'll be at least a P5. For I blocked Lyta that one time. I don't know how strong, maybe its for the better. I chance myself every time I try to sense a scan, or concentrate on someone's feelings like I use to with Marcus, before… It is laughable Irony, that I was aware of his feelings, but not aware of my own, to afraid to act or choose.
Afraid of the Corps.
Trust no one.
The sounds of people cursing Telepaths…
The constant annoying humming that enters my mind, with no way for me to eacape.
Telepaths privately talking about how mundanes are inferior, witch includes me, but doesn't.
I stand alone, on my own plane of existence looking for my own way to survive the in-between.