My new story, with even shorter chapters.
Work was a snooze. Another tedious job of filing through spreadsheets, checking dollar amounts, and monitoring our stocks. Sometimes I hate my job, but it puts food on the table, so...
It was rather chilly for a midsummer evening, but little did I care. I wasn't wearing a jacket that day, but guess what? I still didn't care. I'm pretty sure I could deal with the cold for an hour. No, what concerned me was the vibes.
Vibes that I just didn't understand.
Vibes I didn't like. But then again, most vibes I wasn't very fond of.
Which meant something wicked was about to go down.
Something big. Something deadly. Similar to a war scene.
My name is Seth MacKorrian, and I'm a 30-year old business person. I direct manufacturing and sales in the field of technology. Stuff invented by people. People like Augustus Drayvenn.
I'm a bachelor. Not because of obvious reasons, but because I've never found my significant other. Dating sites don't work. I feel that people are afraid of my psychic power.
I can detect vibes. Good vibes, bad vibes, evil energy, the whole nine yards. Sometimes it gets annoying, but every power is a blessing and a curse. Some are more of a blessing than a curse, and vice versa.
Looking at the graffiti on the walls, I continued on. The smell of paint was faint. The street gang here must have tagged a new piece in the last twenty-four hours. The shadowy vibes coming from them hadn't faded yet, so I guessed it was about six hours ago.
A seven-year-old child ran past me, followed by his mother. The boy was crying. I didn't know why. I didn't feel anything from that direction. Nothing but nothing.
Well, at least nothing I could recognize. I wasn't entirely sure of my power just yet. I don't know everything. My power is vibe detection, not clairvoyance, which is the power to perceive things or events in the future or beyond normal sensory contact.
I walked through the city for about two hours, then decided to return home. It was about 10 PM - an hour before legal curfew. The teens on the town would probably start for home about now or thirty minutes from now if they didn't want any trouble with the police.
At my door, I felt some bad vibes in the distance… getting closer.
The gang.
They were coming for something.
But what?
I was in a bit of a rush trying to open the door - dang lock took forever to open - and shut the door as quickly as possible. I'm not getting in another tangle with them. Not again.
Not again, I thought. Not again.
I looked outside the window. They were roughing up some innocent bystander. I had to help.
Too late. Someone had spotted me and a bullet flew my way. I could feel the premonition for the extremely small fraction of a second that the bullet was flying for me.
It hit me in the neck. This time, I'm truly dead. It's only a matter of time.
Blood poured out on my carpet. The world was darkening. I was dying.
Little did I know that I would open my eyes once more.
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