...I think that you will like it, too.

A proposition?' I thought, Like a thousand dollars against a marker for my soul? Sorry, I'm not religious (or interested)'

But the man continued as if he couldn't hear my thoughts (which I was grateful for, because he probably hasn't seen Guys and Dolls to understand my awful jokes.)

Sara... Sara Chankey, you are, in no way am I trying to offend you with this statement, a mutant. And you were probably also aware of this fact, correct?

I mumbled, unable to agree or deny.

Shy? That's all right. We all have been. But I was wondering if you would like to join me. You see, I am a mutant, too.

I'm not... alone?'

But out loud I said, Prove it.

He motioned to a stop sign, and with his hand outstretched, I watched in horror as he made it bend all the way over and then back to its original position upright without moving from his spot, several yards from the sign. I actually think it was a little straighter than before, but often times my eyes deceive me.

And you, with your amazing talent! Why, Sara, you could have endless possibilities with the kind of mirages you could create! Join me, and we can do anything! No normal human could think of standing in our way!

Don't listen to him,' a tiny, inner voice echoed, please!'

I heard that voice may times before. This is what I meant by when i said my lie started when I was five. I've heard her voice before. Never knowing exactly what she was, I thought that maybe she was Ille. She wasn't exactly a voice of reason to me, however. Often with very reckless ideas, i was the one who had to shut her up. Silence her. And that's when my back started to burn... the searing pains I would get at night, fighting her in my torrential dreams just to keep my sanity. Oh, yes, she was a fighter, but she was smart. She always knew exactly what was going on; she always knew what to do.

Illusions are only half of what you can do. You can also emit a kind of force field around these things. Punch him. Please... He's hungry for your power...'