Thank you all for your support. I have good news. My friend finally got out of the mental hospital and is happier than ever.

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Ponyboy's POV…

"What did he do? Darry asked, eyes narrowing. He sat down on the couch, dragging me to sit next to him. Soda also sat down, and Johnny squeezed in, in the extra space. The rest of the gang was standing coolly. The head detective sat down in the arm chair, crossing his legs and opening a file folder.

"That's what I'm here to find out." The detective took out the papers in the file. "My name is agent Nathaniel Jackson, if you must know." Nathaniel skimmed through the papers and photos. After that he looked at me, and frowned. My fingers tightened around my arms.

"If I may, may I search your room?" The other detective asked. I nodded.

"First door on the right." The detective left.

"I have to be careful to not get my mind read like last time." I heard. Did I read his mind last time I saw him. My blood ran cold. That would mean he knows my secret.

"You see, we had many strange occurrences happening in Tulsa. People missing, that boy from Ponyboy's school that ran out of the fire without any burns, a teenager slammed into the lockers by a mysterious force, the missing body in the morgue, a cheerleader being murdered."

"Are you saying that Ponyboy has something to do with this?" Soda asked.

"I think he has everything to do with this and I'm trying to confirm that."

Steve laughed. "Are you kidding me? The kid can't do anything wrong. He can't even cheat off of another person's test without feeling guilty."

The other detective walked out and nodded towards Nathaniel. He held up a folder before joining his side.

"That is all for now. We really need to get going, but we'll be back soon, you can count on that. I have a feeling we almost cracked this mystery. It's nice seeing you again, Ponyboy." Nathaniel held out his hand for a shake. I stiffened, eyeing the hand. If I shake it, he'll die and everyone would know. The gang would hate me, I'll be taken away, and I would have no one. I won't know what will happen to me. Will I be executed, experimented on? But I can't stay still. He'll know if I don't shake it. I'll be even more of a suspect. I slowly reached out my right hand and shook his hand. I pulled it back instantly and back to my arm. He smiled at me and got up. He didn't die. Why? Did the ability finally quieted down? No… I still feel the tingling of it on my arm. The detective left with the officers.

"What was that about?" Two-Bit asked.

"Mind explaining?" Darry asked me. Johnny looked at me too but his eyes were filled with more understanding than the others.

"I wish I knew…" I muttered and left the couch, locking myself in my room again. My vision blurred before it went black. Again…?

A shadowy figure walked down the street, the streetlights flickered out as he passed by. The figure stepped on a weed that was growing out of a crack. The weed instantly withered away. I could feel the dark aura and death around him. It was overwhelming.

The scene changed to myself overlooking Tulsa. Everything was silent. The wind blew by my body calmingly. I was beginning to think that this was a regular dream. That's when it happened. Something fell from the sky, dropping quickly towards the city. It hit, and everything was blew to smithereens. Buildings fell down, screams were heard, and trees caught on fire.

My body shot up from the desk. I looked down finding two drawings. One was of the figure walking down the street. The lights behind him were out, but the lights before him were still on. On the ground, you can make out the dead weed.

The other was of the explosion. The drawing caught the picture in mid-explosion.

If I drew this, then something big was coming up. I went to place the drawings back by the others and noticed that the other drawings were missing. I remembered that the detective went in here. Did he take them? I leaned back against my chair. They're going to know my secret for sure. No. It'll be fine. They would just think that I'm just drawing the scenes from the newspapers.

I immediately relaxed. A butterfly fluttered in the open window. Was that always open? I shrugged. The butterfly landed next to me on the desk. Its wings went up and down slowly. I carefully and slowly reached out to touch it. But before I reached it, it flew away from the desk, it slightly touched my fingers of my left hand before it fell back on the desk. It didn't move again. It was dead.

"I guess I still can't control it…" I muttered, closing the window back up sadly.

The next day we got another nock and on the other side the detectives were standing there. Their auras were mostly red.

"This is urgent, open up." Nathaniel commanded, banging on the door. Darry opened the door and was pushed to the side. "where's Ponyboy Curtis?"