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Genre:
Action / Scifi
Author:
MyLittleRobin
Status:
Work in progress
Chapters:
1
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
13+

1: Graduation

I have voices in my head.

Don't worry, I'm not crazy! In fact, the voices are always changing. Would you like to know why?

I can read people's minds.

I can silence the voices too, but it's fascinating listening to all the different tones, voices, words, attitudes. Stuff like that.

You wouldn't understand.

I've always wanted to do something useful with my gift. Maybe today was the day my wish would be fulfilled.

I was graduating FBI Academy! My family would be so proud.

Let me introduce you to my life:

I am a woman. I am aged 23 at the moment. I have a photographic memory, which has been very helpful

I used to live in Chicago, Illinois. I now live in Occoquan, Virginia.

When I was 5, the voices appeared for the first time in the middle of dinner. Frightened, I had ran to the coat closet around the corner.

My older brother had to talk to me for 30 minutes before I calmed down enough to come out.

My parents were scared too. They tried not to show it, but I could read them. Literally.

By the time I was 6, I had a good grasp on my new skill. I had accidentally read a doctor's mind when I went to the hospital. Thanks to my photographic memory, I was pretty confident in my 'doctor' abilities.

At age 7, a man came for me.

He was crazy, not right in the brain. Said he knew I was in his head. He wanted to know how I got the 'gift'.

He wouldn't take 'I do not know' as an answer.

He killed my family. Three bullets in the matter of three seconds. Thought he could force me to go with him.

I was just so.... angry.

I can reach into people's minds. I can break them, snap them, do as I please with most minds. It takes a lot of willpower, but I can do it.

I killed that man.

It frightened me how easy it was at that moment.

You know in the movies, when someone is killing someone else, there nose usually bleeds? And they're like 27?

I was 7 and felt no different than I had five minutes ago. Except the big hole in my heart that my family used to fill.

I hid my gift from then on. Went into foster care, got bumped up a few grades in school. Could've been bumped up more, but I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

Attention was what got my family killed. So I 'played dumb'.

I graduated high school when I was 14, college when I was 19. Became a police officer age 19 too, stayed there for 3 years. Graduated FBI Academy at age 23.

I was hoping to join the BAU, or Behavioral Analysis Unit. They do psych evals on the enemy. I would be a great help, and I had fulfilled all the requirements.

I just hope I get in.

I could... persuade them to allow me to join, but what's the 'fun' in that?

We weren't born to be offered everything on a silver platter. I want to earn my spot on the team.

I wasn't exactly.... worried per say. I had still enjoyed being a police woman, and just being in the FBI would be enjoyable. My superiors back at the Chicago Police Department most likely gave me good reviews.

Their answer will be on my 'diploma'. I want to be at my apartment before I open it though. When I drive and am emotional, I guess my emotions affect other drivers and their more reckless.

I had accidentally caused three car crashes like that before I caught on.

I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment and let out a sigh of repressed emotions.

I grabbed my messenger bag on the passenger seat, swinging it over my head as I headed into my apartment building, waving at the lobbyist, Carrie.

I sat alone in the elevator, unbuckling the latch on my messenger bag and dragging out the answer.

The elevator doors dinged open and I hurried to my room. 314.

It's quite cozy. You enter into the living room which branches off into a kitchen where a counter in the middle substitutes for a dining room. On the other side of the living room is a short hallway which leads to a bedroom with a bathroom somewhere down the way.

There's a coat closet right next to the entrance and I have a desk on the other side where I set my keys down everyday.

I set my sit on the couch, absentmindedly clicking the TV on, grinning inwardly when the opening credits to 'Supernatural' appear.

I sigh, flicking the wax seal off the envelope and pulling out the paper. I flipped it open and the tension in my shoulders went away.

I was in. They found nothing odd in my background check.

That's a relief.

I sat back in the couch, prepared for 40 minutes of the awesomeness that is the Winchester boys and their angel friend.

I start the day after tomorrow.

I come in tomorrow to be introduced to everyone and everything.

For the rest of today, I can be as lazy as I please.

Which means Netflix. Lots and lots of Netflix.

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