Chapter 9
Patrick felt slightly amazed by the conflicting emotions that literally radiated from the strange man. He didn't know what exactly to think about him, not in this darkness. Though usually it didn't matter for Patrick Jane, the psychic. But psychics didn't exist.
The young man still seemed hesitating. So Jane waited for him to take time and tell whatever he was about to say.
"Alright." came cautious reply from the young man. "But I just warned you." Still hesitating, Patrick could tell. "I was at tennis field..." Not that crazy yet, he thought again before next came... "I was levitating above it. With flowers swirling around me. Even some birds that hadn't avoided my energy field. And then I just blinked and suddenly everything got dark and I woke up here." he finished but Patrick was still standing there holding his breath. And then he laughed.
Who was this stranger? Levitating? Flowers, birds.. Energy field?
"Whoa, whoa, there." Jane shook his head, curls dancing. "It's not possible. People don't levitate. And anything similar to that is only Hollywood fantasy. It doesn't exist." he walked away from the man as if fearing he'd jump on him. This made Jane feel uneasy.
"What's your name, kid and what have you smoked? Who are you in the first place?" Patrick suddenly asked in slightly more attacking tone than he'd intended.
Suddenly the boy pushed Jane aside and frustratedly started banging at the metal walls. "I'm nobody! Leave me alone! Forget me!" the young man cried out in anger and despair.
Immediately Patrick regretted his harsh words. Despite how insane it sounded he shouldn't have had said those things to one who's obviously scared and insecure, let alone hurt and confused.
Besides he was just a kid. Twenty something at most by the looks. The boy had so young looks.
"Hey buddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way. I was stupid." Jane dared getting closer to now slumped figure. He felt stupid now.