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20Feb2010
Breaking Sound (Chapter 7)
Oh God having to do this for a living. I didn’t know how much more I could take of it, in all honesty. I think it depends on what day it is and how strong the memories haunted me. Sometimes murder is the most beautiful act in the world, and sometimes you can feel pieces of you break off and stay with the dead.
Continue reading...19Feb2010
Breaking Sound (Chapter 6)
He twisted his fingers around one another in a strange little dance as he sat there across from my desk. I turned my attention to his eyes. The boy was experienced enough to know the power of distraction. What was truly going on through his mind?
Continue reading...08Dec2009
Breaking Sound (Chapter 5)
When I touched his wrist, I could feel the younger man’s thoughts crawl up my hand and dig into my skin. The thoughts were desperate to leave their previous keeper, as though they had sensed the man’s future. I closed my eyes briefly and sifted through the grains of memories I’d newly gained.
Continue reading...20Aug2009
Breaking Sound (Chapter 4)
It took 12 years for the factions to notice my abilities. Not even my own parents said they remembered what my abilities were; only that I suppressed them. I wanted to be left alone. My goal in life since I was seven years old was to go unnoticed by the factions. Someone told them, though.
Continue reading...17Jul2009
Breaking Sound (Chapter 3)
“Anonymous Man Found Strapped to Roof of Car. Head of Victim Still Missing.” Now that was a thrilling headline. That’d make anyone choke on their Frosted Flakes. Why was it buried in the Metro section? At least the headline was good. Nice, big print in bold lettering across the top of the section. It teased me into reading the rest of it.
Continue reading...16Jul2009
Breaking Sound (Chapter 2)
The three murdered victims had two things in common: they were part of the C Faction of psychics and they saw the same doctor. I started my investigation talking to the doctor. Trying to talk to the head of any of the eight factions was hopeless. They’re like talking to a dog who’s backed into a corner. I always left them for my supervisors to deal with.
Continue reading...21May2009
Breaking Sound (Chapter 1)
His cold eyes almost seemed black in the darkness. “You’ve noticed that I have some power, right?” I said. “From what my apparently feeble senses can detect, yes,” he snapped.
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