Telepathic with a Twist
Hannah is telepathic and in deep trouble with the police. when the police catch her they send her to a mansion owned by a rich man where she meets other kids like her and the cold and deadly Damon who's hiding what he really is.
The wind whipped around me as I jumped out of my bedroom window and landed on the grass below in a perfect crouch. I reached into my black leather jacket and pulled a knife to defend my self against the 12 SWAT team men that had surrounded me in a circle.
I guess I should explain.
My name is Hannah. I don't have a last name and you’ll find out why later. I have straight brown hair, a nice figure, I’m a 16 year old girl and I'm telepathic. That's right you didn't misread it. I'm telepathic. I can read peoples minds, I can send my own thoughts to another person and I can plant suggestions in their minds and make them think it was their own idea. That's why I don't have a last name. When my parents found out what I could do they abandoned me on the streets. You can NEVER imagine how tough it was for me. I was 8 years old, my parents didn't love me- in fact they thought I was a total freak and I was abandoned on the streets.
Lucky enough for me a women that lived on the streets took care of me, she taught me how to fight and how to escape difficult situations. I could also us my special telepathic ‘‘gift’’ to help me escape but I preferred not to though because it just made me feel even more like a freak. The woman died when I was 13 and I was left to look after myself. I didn't have any money and I didn't have any shelter so I became a burglar although I suppose I'm more worse than a burglar because my special ‘’gift’’ helps me rob banks and now I've been on the police’s most wanted list for 3 years. That’s why I jumped out the window and landed in a circle of 12 SWAT team men.
I looked around to see if there was a gap in the circle that I could use to escape. There wasn't. While sighing I thought I'm going to have to fight. And just like one of the men had heard my. The wind whipped around me as I jumped out of my bedroom window and landed on the grass below in a perfect crouch. I reached into my black leather jacket and pulled a knife to defend my self against the 12 SWAT team men that had surrounded me in a circle.
Thoughts he came charging at me. I balled the hand that wasn't holding the knife into a fist and stuck it out just as his face came close enough to be hit. The guy was knocked back onto the floor with blood coming out of his nose just as another guy came running at me from behind. This time I kicked out my leg and hit him in the stomach. He bent over double wheezing for breath. Sheesh they were making this easy, I mean coming at me one at a time was defiantly not helping them catch me. Just as I thought that they ALL came running at me.
I turned around and ran towards the fence that separated me from freedom... I didn't make it. All ten of the remaining men tackled me from behind and pined me to the floor. My arms and legs were kicking and punching in random directions as one of the men with REALLY bad smelling breath hand cuffed me. I tried using my ‘’gift’’ to get them to let me go but I was too confused by all the fighting for it to work.
The man that hand cuffed me pulled me to my feet and dragged me to one of the police vans. He then threw me in and slammed the doors shut so it was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. I felt the fear and panic rising up in me. I may have been one of the most wanted criminals but I’d never been caught before and the thought of prison scared me to death... Wait I’m 16 . I’m too young to be sent to prison. So where are they taking me?.
I guess I should explain.
My name is Hannah. I don't have a last name and you’ll find out why later. I have straight brown hair, a nice figure, I’m a 16 year old girl and I'm telepathic. That's right you didn't misread it. I'm telepathic. I can read peoples minds, I can send my own thoughts to another person and I can plant suggestions in their minds and make them think it was their own idea. That's why I don't have a last name. When my parents found out what I could do they abandoned me on the streets. You can NEVER imagine how tough it was for me. I was 8 years old, my parents didn't love me- in fact they thought I was a total freak and I was abandoned on the streets.
Lucky enough for me a women that lived on the streets took care of me, she taught me how to fight and how to escape difficult situations. I could also us my special telepathic ‘‘gift’’ to help me escape but I preferred not to though because it just made me feel even more like a freak. The woman died when I was 13 and I was left to look after myself. I didn't have any money and I didn't have any shelter so I became a burglar although I suppose I'm more worse than a burglar because my special ‘’gift’’ helps me rob banks and now I've been on the police’s most wanted list for 3 years. That’s why I jumped out the window and landed in a circle of 12 SWAT team men.
I looked around to see if there was a gap in the circle that I could use to escape. There wasn't. While sighing I thought I'm going to have to fight. And just like one of the men had heard my. The wind whipped around me as I jumped out of my bedroom window and landed on the grass below in a perfect crouch. I reached into my black leather jacket and pulled a knife to defend my self against the 12 SWAT team men that had surrounded me in a circle.
Thoughts he came charging at me. I balled the hand that wasn't holding the knife into a fist and stuck it out just as his face came close enough to be hit. The guy was knocked back onto the floor with blood coming out of his nose just as another guy came running at me from behind. This time I kicked out my leg and hit him in the stomach. He bent over double wheezing for breath. Sheesh they were making this easy, I mean coming at me one at a time was defiantly not helping them catch me. Just as I thought that they ALL came running at me.
I turned around and ran towards the fence that separated me from freedom... I didn't make it. All ten of the remaining men tackled me from behind and pined me to the floor. My arms and legs were kicking and punching in random directions as one of the men with REALLY bad smelling breath hand cuffed me. I tried using my ‘’gift’’ to get them to let me go but I was too confused by all the fighting for it to work.
The man that hand cuffed me pulled me to my feet and dragged me to one of the police vans. He then threw me in and slammed the doors shut so it was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. I felt the fear and panic rising up in me. I may have been one of the most wanted criminals but I’d never been caught before and the thought of prison scared me to death... Wait I’m 16 . I’m too young to be sent to prison. So where are they taking me?.
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