HE WAS RUNNING OUT of time.
The voices were screaming at him to get the job done. But, at least he’d gotten rid of that stupid cat.
He paced the room, sweat popping from his forehead as one voice. One single voice. Commanded that he wait. He didn’t know why he listened to that voice. It was a new voice, one he wasn’t familiar with. But it spoke with such power, such conviction, that he couldn’t seem to stop listening to it. The voice was telling him that he shouldn’t kill the girl...that he didn’t understand...and that his whole life had been a series of lies and mistakes.
It was that last part that made him squirm and sweat. On some level he realized it was true. He’d been lied to...kept in the dark...and taught to fear his gift. The result had been decades of headaches, loneliness, an
