Not A Patriot
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
666
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Not A Patriot
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based solely on the thoughts in my own head. All characters are Copyright Cain Orta All Right Reserved.
The gentle rocking of the nearly empty train lulled Peter into a deep sense of comfort. College was by no means difficult for him, no level of learning ever was, but he had to strain not to bump anything, at school, accidentally.
On the train, he could relax. He'd grown fond of traveling by train. Nothing could move easily since all was welded down. Any accidental flare of emotion he had on the train wouldn't turn on people to his power. To what he could really do. But he didn't have to worry about tipping anyone off now. He's safe, until he gets off to walk home. But that was a long way away.
The train door, that connects his car to the previous car, slammed open and a man in a black suit walked in and flashed his badge to the women in the seats closest to that door. Several more followed suit and entered, again flashing their IDs to people around Peter and ordering them to the oppposite end of the car. Within a minute, Pete found himself surrounded by G-man. Finally, after all the seats in his half of the train cleared out and 2 dozen obvious government agents cluttered up the previous empty space, 2 men approached him. All the agents, simultaneously, reached to their right hip and grazed the gun-shaped bulge there with their fingers.
"Mr. Orton?" Asked the first agent. The second stood quiet and stoic.
Peter started to change the CD in his walkman, not bothering to look up at the agents. "That is I."
"We're with the--"
"I don't care." Pete cut in. "Whatever you're offering, I don't want. I just want a normal life."
"People with your power don't get normal lives."
"Is this how you're trying to win me over?"
The second agent hushed the first as he opened his mouth. "Forgive my partner. He's a bit crude with his approach. I'm Agent Holmes; this is Agent Vickers."
"Well, I'm glad for you." Peter curtly responded.
"We're offering you the chance to refine--"
"Okay...", Peter interrupted, "You didn't seem to understand the first time so I will repeat: I don't care what you're offering. I don't know how you found me, but I know why. I'm not interested in doing anything for anyone in regard to the use of my... 'skill'. I just want to finish college and become a struggling actor with a substance abuse problem."
"But--"
"A-bup-bup!" Pete interjected. "No. Go away. Leave me alone."
And, without delay, two dozen guns pointed at Pete's head and trigger were squoze. Vickers and Holmes stood quiet and calm as 2 dozen bullets fell to the floor, halted by an invisible barrier.
"You know my powers. Why bother?"
"It was a test." Explained Holmes.
"So we know how much to use next time." Added Vickers.
"Whatever. Bye. Leave."
The agents filed out, just as they came in. The innocent bystanders looked at Peter, puzzled that Peter was fine, since they were sure they heard a gunshot. Or two. Dozen.
Author: If you read it all, review it. And you will recieve 5,000,000 Argentinian dollars.
The gentle rocking of the nearly empty train lulled Peter into a deep sense of comfort. College was by no means difficult for him, no level of learning ever was, but he had to strain not to bump anything, at school, accidentally.
On the train, he could relax. He'd grown fond of traveling by train. Nothing could move easily since all was welded down. Any accidental flare of emotion he had on the train wouldn't turn on people to his power. To what he could really do. But he didn't have to worry about tipping anyone off now. He's safe, until he gets off to walk home. But that was a long way away.
The train door, that connects his car to the previous car, slammed open and a man in a black suit walked in and flashed his badge to the women in the seats closest to that door. Several more followed suit and entered, again flashing their IDs to people around Peter and ordering them to the oppposite end of the car. Within a minute, Pete found himself surrounded by G-man. Finally, after all the seats in his half of the train cleared out and 2 dozen obvious government agents cluttered up the previous empty space, 2 men approached him. All the agents, simultaneously, reached to their right hip and grazed the gun-shaped bulge there with their fingers.
"Mr. Orton?" Asked the first agent. The second stood quiet and stoic.
Peter started to change the CD in his walkman, not bothering to look up at the agents. "That is I."
"We're with the--"
"I don't care." Pete cut in. "Whatever you're offering, I don't want. I just want a normal life."
"People with your power don't get normal lives."
"Is this how you're trying to win me over?"
The second agent hushed the first as he opened his mouth. "Forgive my partner. He's a bit crude with his approach. I'm Agent Holmes; this is Agent Vickers."
"Well, I'm glad for you." Peter curtly responded.
"We're offering you the chance to refine--"
"Okay...", Peter interrupted, "You didn't seem to understand the first time so I will repeat: I don't care what you're offering. I don't know how you found me, but I know why. I'm not interested in doing anything for anyone in regard to the use of my... 'skill'. I just want to finish college and become a struggling actor with a substance abuse problem."
"But--"
"A-bup-bup!" Pete interjected. "No. Go away. Leave me alone."
And, without delay, two dozen guns pointed at Pete's head and trigger were squoze. Vickers and Holmes stood quiet and calm as 2 dozen bullets fell to the floor, halted by an invisible barrier.
"You know my powers. Why bother?"
"It was a test." Explained Holmes.
"So we know how much to use next time." Added Vickers.
"Whatever. Bye. Leave."
The agents filed out, just as they came in. The innocent bystanders looked at Peter, puzzled that Peter was fine, since they were sure they heard a gunshot. Or two. Dozen.
Author: If you read it all, review it. And you will recieve 5,000,000 Argentinian dollars.