Chapter 5. Psyche. Tru wins this time and everything seems to be going normal. Last Chapter, sorry it took long. You know with the writer's block.
The next day, as usual Tru heads to her morning class. To her surprise, she meets Jack in the parking lot. Tru tries to ignore him by walking away from him, but he doesn't give her that chance. Jack walks over to Tru.
"Tru, wait a minute," says Jack trying to stop her from entering the building. He pushes the door closed on her, with his left hand and faces her. "How did you know about the car and the fight? You couldn't have seen those before because you were not there before. How did you know?"
"I guess it's my little secret," says Tru with a grin. "It's like I've been telling you all along, Jack, this is a gift and not something to ignore. I'm not going to stop saving people." Jack stares at Tru.
"Whoa, wait. You didn't answer my question."
"That's because I don't want to, Jack. Now, get out of my way." Jack pulls his hand away from the door and lets Tru open the door. She heads inside and then turns around. "I don't wish death to anyone. Not even you, Jack." Tru then turns back around and walks down the hallway.
Jack remains there in front of the building thinking of what Tru had told him. He nods his head and leaves the parking lot.
Inside, Tru enters her class and sees that Alex is already there with her friends. She smiles at them and walks over to them.
"What did I miss?" asks Tru as she puts her bag down.
"Not much," says Avery.
"How are you today, Tru?" asks Alex as he graces her with a smile.
"I'm pretty good."
"Mr. Brandon, Ms. Davies," calls the professor. "I presume that you are talking about your specimen. This is not study hall or social hour. We are here to do work."
"It's about the specimen, professor," replies Alex. The professor nods and then continues to go around the classroom. Alex looks at Tru. "The professor really likes you." Tru's friends laugh a little.
"Yeah, I hope not in the way that you're thinking," says Tru with a smirk.
"In what way do you think I'm thinking?" Tru blushes a little and Jenson gets a little defensive. "If I didn't know any better, I'd believe that you were some sort of psychic." Tru turns her gaze on Alex.
"You believe in that kind of stuff?" says Avery. "Special gifts?"
"Yeah, it's not that hard to believe you know," says Alex.
"Someone who already knows what's going to happen in the next two minutes. It's impossible."
Suddenly someone accidentally pokes a piece of the specimen and it goes flying across the room. Tru sees it, but is too far away to stop it. Alex then catches it before it hits Avery's face.
"What's going on here?" asks the professor. Alex hides the piece behind his back.
"Got a little squirt," says Jenson covering up. They all look at the professor hoping that he will believe them. He does and continues his rounds around the classroom. They all sigh in relief.
Alex looks at Avery and she smiles back at him.
"See, anything is possible," says Alex as he washes his hands. The group continues to do their work.
"I think he's in the wrong field," says Jenson to Tru.
"Why would you say that?" asks Tru.
"Cause he sounds more like a psychology major."
"That's what I said." Tru looks at Alex and wonders if maybe the reason he was so deep in thought and believes in special gifts is that he knows of someone who has one or he has a special gift.
After class, they all rounded it up in the hall and Tru again waited for Alex. He smiles when he sees her by the door.
"So, where are we going today, tour guide?" asks Alex with a grin.
"How about Italian?"
"Sounds good. I'm buying."
"Alex, you don't have to do that."
"I want to."
"Hey, I don't mind," says Jenson.
"Yeah, I'm sure you don't."
"Will let this be a thanks for watching out for me yesterday in the dangerous city you live in," says Alex. "I'm a little too used to the small towns. Guess I'll have to take some self defense classes or something."
"I've been meaning to take a class myself," says Avery. "But now that I got all you muscle men, I might have to."
"Come on, Avery," says Tru. "It's the 21st century. We, women, are the muscles of society."
"Oh, they got us there," says Jenson. "I guess we don't have to worry about getting mugged or even paying the bill for lunch. The women can do that."
"Hey, don't jump to conclusions," says Avery. "We'll protect you, but we ain't paying for you." The girls laugh.
"Darn, we didn't get away with it," says Alex.
"Get use to it," says Jenson. "We'll never get away with it." They all walk down the hallway and head out.
Later that day, Tru heads to her work, the morgue. As she walks in, she sees Davis reading something online. He looks up when he sees Tru walk over.
"Psychic connections," says Davis.
"What?" asks Tru confused.
"The little girl and the visions you've been getting. Somehow the little girl wanted you to tap into her psyche and see what happened, so you could save them."
"That is really weirder than me."
"I know it sounds strange, but there are other people out there with special gifts."
"How did she know I could save them?"
"That part I haven't figured out."
"Well the important thing is that they're safe and that Jack got a big scare."
"What happened?"
"I had a vision that Jack was going to be hit by truck and I saved him. He's been confused about that ever since."
"As much as I wouldn't have minded him being hit by truck."
"Davis, we are not like him."
"Right."
"So, any bodies because I really need a day off."
"Not tonight."
"Wanna order out for Chinese?"
"Sounds good." Davis grabs the phone and dials the restaurant. Tru then starts to ponder about Alex. She remembers when she grabbed the pacifier the first time around when Alex came into the morgue in a body bag. Tru looks at Davis as he puts the phone down. "What is it?"
"Alex is psychic, too."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, he had the pacifier the first time around, but the second time I got the pacifier in my hands I got it from Katie. The visions came from them, not me."
"Well, that sounds reasonable, but as you describe that Katie was a baby. From what I know of psychics, she couldn't have been that powerful enough to give you the visions she intended on you to see."
"Then how did she do it?"
"She had help from you." Tru smiles. "Tru, I think she took a liking to you. Your mother had that effect on children, too."
"I guess I get that from her, too."