CHAPTER EIGHT
Don stepped away from her, " You did it?" he repeated, looking shocked, " but why?"
" Well, do you remember that I can read minds?"
" Sure, your brother's mind…what does that have to do with this?"
" I think my…special abilities are getting stronger. I've discovered I can move stuff with my mind too."
Don frowned, " I think you're talking about telekinesis. The power to move objects with your mind."
Naomi nodded. The colour was returning to her face and she seemed to relax now that she had somebody to talk to.
" Do you want to tell me how it happened?" Don asked gently. He walked over to the couch righted it. He sat down and Naomi joined him.
" When I woke up this morning, I was feeling depressed. Depressed and kinda angry. At myself and at Leo for changing his mind about me suddenly." she paused, and then continued, " I was in the living room dusting the bookshelf when somehow one of the books slid out and onto the floor. It was as if some kind of ghost moved it but I knew it was no ghost. I had been staring at the bookshelf for ages until it happened." she sighed, " then all the books just flew out and onto the floor. And you can guess what happened next. It was so frightening seeing stuff flying all over the place."
" Maybe your apartment is haunted by poltergeists," Don suggested only half-joking, " they can move stuff too you know. They are known to be mischievous spirits."
Naomi shook her head, " It's not ghosts. When my stuff started flying around, I had this awful pain in my head."
" Telekinesis." Don murmured.
* * *
That afternoon...
Telekinesis is the movement of objects by scientifically inexplicable means, as by the exercise of an occult power. Psychokinesis is the production of motion in physical objects by the exercise of psychic or mental powers
Don printed out the information he found on the Net and read it. He normally didn't believe in any of the supernatural stuff.
A shadow fell across him, " Watcha' doin' Donnie?" it was Mike.
Don turned the monitor off, " Just researching something." he said calmly. Placing a book over the print out.
" Like what?"
" It doesn't matter." Don said sharply, " I just want some peace okay?"
" Okay, okay. I was just asking." Mike gave him a wounded look before walking away.
He felt bad for snapping at Mike...actually, he's been snapping at everyone lately. He realised now he is behaving very much like Raph.
But he was a different person when it was with Naomi. He was himself. He heard the phone ring but chose to ignore it.
" Don?" Mike returned with an odd look on his face.
" What?"
" Phone for you...its Naomi."
" Thanks." Don went to the phone, " Naomi?"
" Oh Don," Naomi sounded upset, " it happened again."
" Again?"
" In the kitchen this time...several of my plates are smashed. I can't stop it Don. It's out of control."
" Hold on, I'll be right over."
" Are you sure? You've already been over today and I don't want to be a burden."
" You're not a burden. Someone has to protect you."
" Thanks Don."
" Stay put and I'll be right there."
Don reached Nomi's apartment in just five minutes-he ran all the way. He let himself in her apartment without knocking and went straight to the small, sunny kitchen.
Naomi was sitting at her table, nursing a mug of coffee. Several plates were lying smashed on the floor, the cupboards left open.
" It was even more scarier then the first time," Naomi greeted Don, " because there are dangerous things in this room, knives for example."
" I research telekinesis on the Net," Don produced a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to her. She read the brief description, " I feel so strange having these supernatural powers. And to think I never believed in any of this stuff before."
" Neither did I." Don replied.
" Do you think...you can stay with me tonight?" Naomi asked him shyly, " I'm too afraid to staying alone. Strange things happen."
" Of course. I'll sleep in the guest room." Don assured her, " I have to let my brothers know."
" Would they let you?"
" I'm an adult, I don't need their permission." Don told her, " Leo and Raph might not like the idea, but tough on them."
" I'm beginning to think I'm not human," Naomi said, " with these powers, who knows what I'm capable of?" and at that precise moment, the burning pain in her head returned and she moaned, clutching her head in her hands.
Don's eyes went wide as one of the knives from the butcher block slid out and started to float, it's sharp blade pointing directly at him!
" Naomi, can't you stop it?" Don asked her as the knife floated slowly towards him in a perfectly straight line.
" I wish I knew how." Naomi said helplessly, between moans of pain. Her eyes were closed shut and her face was deadly white.
Don tried to stand, but he felt rooted to the chair. The knife was closing in on him now, aiming directly for his heart.
" Naomi!" he yelled, fear in his voice and to their relief, the knife cluttered to the ground.
" That was close." Don said, his heart was still racing, " it was aiming right for my heart."
" I know," Naomi whispered, " I am so sorry Don...I couldn't stop it." then her eyes rolled back into her head before she slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Don stepped away from her, " You did it?" he repeated, looking shocked, " but why?"
" Well, do you remember that I can read minds?"
" Sure, your brother's mind…what does that have to do with this?"
" I think my…special abilities are getting stronger. I've discovered I can move stuff with my mind too."
Don frowned, " I think you're talking about telekinesis. The power to move objects with your mind."
Naomi nodded. The colour was returning to her face and she seemed to relax now that she had somebody to talk to.
" Do you want to tell me how it happened?" Don asked gently. He walked over to the couch righted it. He sat down and Naomi joined him.
" When I woke up this morning, I was feeling depressed. Depressed and kinda angry. At myself and at Leo for changing his mind about me suddenly." she paused, and then continued, " I was in the living room dusting the bookshelf when somehow one of the books slid out and onto the floor. It was as if some kind of ghost moved it but I knew it was no ghost. I had been staring at the bookshelf for ages until it happened." she sighed, " then all the books just flew out and onto the floor. And you can guess what happened next. It was so frightening seeing stuff flying all over the place."
" Maybe your apartment is haunted by poltergeists," Don suggested only half-joking, " they can move stuff too you know. They are known to be mischievous spirits."
Naomi shook her head, " It's not ghosts. When my stuff started flying around, I had this awful pain in my head."
" Telekinesis." Don murmured.
* * *
That afternoon...
Telekinesis is the movement of objects by scientifically inexplicable means, as by the exercise of an occult power. Psychokinesis is the production of motion in physical objects by the exercise of psychic or mental powers
Don printed out the information he found on the Net and read it. He normally didn't believe in any of the supernatural stuff.
A shadow fell across him, " Watcha' doin' Donnie?" it was Mike.
Don turned the monitor off, " Just researching something." he said calmly. Placing a book over the print out.
" Like what?"
" It doesn't matter." Don said sharply, " I just want some peace okay?"
" Okay, okay. I was just asking." Mike gave him a wounded look before walking away.
He felt bad for snapping at Mike...actually, he's been snapping at everyone lately. He realised now he is behaving very much like Raph.
But he was a different person when it was with Naomi. He was himself. He heard the phone ring but chose to ignore it.
" Don?" Mike returned with an odd look on his face.
" What?"
" Phone for you...its Naomi."
" Thanks." Don went to the phone, " Naomi?"
" Oh Don," Naomi sounded upset, " it happened again."
" Again?"
" In the kitchen this time...several of my plates are smashed. I can't stop it Don. It's out of control."
" Hold on, I'll be right over."
" Are you sure? You've already been over today and I don't want to be a burden."
" You're not a burden. Someone has to protect you."
" Thanks Don."
" Stay put and I'll be right there."
Don reached Nomi's apartment in just five minutes-he ran all the way. He let himself in her apartment without knocking and went straight to the small, sunny kitchen.
Naomi was sitting at her table, nursing a mug of coffee. Several plates were lying smashed on the floor, the cupboards left open.
" It was even more scarier then the first time," Naomi greeted Don, " because there are dangerous things in this room, knives for example."
" I research telekinesis on the Net," Don produced a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to her. She read the brief description, " I feel so strange having these supernatural powers. And to think I never believed in any of this stuff before."
" Neither did I." Don replied.
" Do you think...you can stay with me tonight?" Naomi asked him shyly, " I'm too afraid to staying alone. Strange things happen."
" Of course. I'll sleep in the guest room." Don assured her, " I have to let my brothers know."
" Would they let you?"
" I'm an adult, I don't need their permission." Don told her, " Leo and Raph might not like the idea, but tough on them."
" I'm beginning to think I'm not human," Naomi said, " with these powers, who knows what I'm capable of?" and at that precise moment, the burning pain in her head returned and she moaned, clutching her head in her hands.
Don's eyes went wide as one of the knives from the butcher block slid out and started to float, it's sharp blade pointing directly at him!
" Naomi, can't you stop it?" Don asked her as the knife floated slowly towards him in a perfectly straight line.
" I wish I knew how." Naomi said helplessly, between moans of pain. Her eyes were closed shut and her face was deadly white.
Don tried to stand, but he felt rooted to the chair. The knife was closing in on him now, aiming directly for his heart.
" Naomi!" he yelled, fear in his voice and to their relief, the knife cluttered to the ground.
" That was close." Don said, his heart was still racing, " it was aiming right for my heart."
" I know," Naomi whispered, " I am so sorry Don...I couldn't stop it." then her eyes rolled back into her head before she slumped to the floor, unconscious.