Intruding Minds
Here in this place, the young woman named Betsy sits in peace. She runs a graceful hand down her Asian featured face, watching as her violet hair falls over her shoulder as she moves. Like many people, Betsy has a secret. She is a mutant. She was born with the ability to read people's minds.
Keeping this secret isn't as easy as she thought it would be. Many people hate her kind; they would kill her if they knew what she could do. Betsy is one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet. Her abilities go beyond mental strength. She is also a practicer of Martial Arts, Ninjutsu to be exact. Many men go weak at the knees because of her beauty. She is a woman who is without equal, or so it seemed.
She lifts her porcelain teacup up to her full lips, ingesting the taste of the chamomile herbs. Today, she is feeling dull and bored. The café that she sits in is full of people, for this is the early morning coffee rush for most. Lifelessly, Betsy looks around, still too tired to function completely.
She thinks to herself. Before she knows it, she has opened her mind to the many thoughts around her, picking apart at everybody's brains.
I like her hair…
Maybe I should buy that dress…
Man she's hot…
Mike never showed!
This can't be decaf…
She laughs to herself. It was always quite amusing to hear what people were thinking. She decides to continue.
Should I order another muffin?
I should have finished my term paper last week!
Why won't this stupid laptop work!
Stop it Betsy.
Betsy pauses upon hearing that last thought. She looks around curiously, waiting for her eyes to lock on to somebody else's mysterious orbs.
You heard me. Stop it. I can do that just as well as you can.
As soon as she hears the thought, she locks eyes with a dark haired man. He stares at her as if she committed a crime. She holds her magazine lower so that she can see his face. Then, with a smirk forming across his face, he stands and begins to walk over to her. Betsy speaks to him with her own thoughts, saying, Well I guess this is one of those moments…
"Where the reality is worth a thousand words." she finishes aloud as he now sits in front of her.
"Naughty girl, you should know better then to raid people's minds without their consent." he says to her. With a confident yet cautious toss of her hair, Betsy replies with a challenging smile.
"Call it a bad habit. Though I sense you have the same problem." she states. The man in front of her smiles in return. "So, what do you do know about me?" he says.
"Well for starters, I know that what you're thinking isn't very gentleman-like." A small triumphant sigh echoes through her mind as well as his. With anger, the mysterious man asks "Didn't I tell you not to read my mind?"
With a smile, Betsy reveals, "I didn't have to. You haven't made eye contact with me since you sat down." He laughs.
"Well, I just thought I'd warn you." he tells her. Suddenly, a cry reaches through the café. Betsy spins around in time to see one of those higher-than-all college girls spill coffee on herself.
Rolling her eyes, she turns to her new 'friend'. Gone. Just as fast as he appeared, he is nowhere to be seen. Confused, Betsy looks around for him. Where did he go? she thinks to herself. After a few seconds, she shakes her head and returns to reading her magazine and drinking her tea. In this case she thinks, some mysteries are better left unsolved.