I was standing around in a room where I and my parents were staying when I remembered that I could levitate objects. I began playing with this ability, practicing on various objects around the room. After a few tries I got the basic process down, which felt like pulling some muscle at the back of my mind. After this, the object would levitate a short distance into the air, from which I could drag it around, raise it, or drop it.
Leaning directly over it with my hands on the table, I moved a pitcher of tea, barely avoiding slopping the beverage over it's edges before setting it back down. Later, I was levitating Dad's fast food drink when I accidentally dashed it on the floor. I leapt down from my resting place and recovered the thankfully unharmed drink. I then had fun zooming objects around the room.
Later, I was in a mall, being shown by some other bystanders a dark hallway, looking like the hallways leading towards the bathrooms, but ending in a dark opening. A group I was a part of had decided that the club residing down the hallway, of which nothing was known, had to be infiltrated. I remembered having tried to do so previously, before I had remembered my levitation powers.
Stiff and fearful that I would be found out for a what I was, I approached the entrance. The two people standing in the shadows there started scanning me, looking over me to determine if I was an authorized member. I hoped that by some fluke I would be able to pass, or that their scanning would be inadequate and I would get by anyway. Finding no obvious indication, they escorted me to another room.
They started to explain the situation while I stood, nervous, frightful, and uncomprehending. I wondered if I would be joining their group, or if I was about to be killed or imprisoned. Finally, I broke down and pulled out my gun, shooting all who were present. I saw a shape through a rough set of metal shelving and shot it too, finishing off my ammunition and dropping my gun.
I ran, looking around for something else that could be used as a weapon. Spotting a metal pipe on a shelf, I pulled it towards me before it hit my hands with a slap. Shortly later, a surviving employ stood in front of me with a stick in their hands, which I pulled away. I then began trying to use jedi-like motions to push and pull objects, which didn't work too well.
I found a disgruntled employee whom I teamed up with, and soon the scenery changed to that of a grocery store. Grabbing some Pepperidge Farm Banana Swirl Bread for the road, I pondered getting another gun with my military ID that was in my pocket, which I knew I could do if I found a proper terminal, or rearming my old one, although I couldn't find it. We got on the employee's motorcycle, intending to go somewhere.
Posted by Trevor Savage at January 27, 2004 1:13 PM