Winters Family Psi Chronicles 2: Project Onyx, Page 2

  Mr. Hagen stared wordlessly at him for an uncomfortable moment. “That concerns me a great deal. With that kind of preparation, your defensive mental barriers should be substantially stronger. Do you have any theories on why this is happening?”

  “Yes.” Brian didn’t volunteer any theories as he was reluctant to discuss his personal issues.

  “I sense that this problem has been going on for quite some time – possibly years,” Mr. Hagen said.

  “That’s right.” Brian regarded his instructor with surprise and wariness.

  “You’re correct. I’m reading your thoughts. It’s almost impossible not to do when I’m currently shielding you. Your mental protection is still too weak for me to withdraw from your mind safely.”

  “I spent the entire time working on my shields.” Brian crossed his arms in a defensive posture.

  “I know,” Mr. Hagen said. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the training to build up your shield for you. You’re just going to have to work on it for a bit longer until you’re well enough to leave. If it takes too long, I’ll call your parents and they can decide how to proceed. In any case, I will be informing them of what has occurred today.”

  “All right.” Brian heaved a weary sigh.

  Chapter 2

  A disturbing sense of unease flared across Brian’s empathic senses as he pulled his blue sedan into the street in front of his house. Paul’s black SUV and Amy’s silver sedan were parked side by side in the driveway. The darkness of night was almost complete with a nearby street light partially illuminating the front yard. Brian’s stomach clenched as he finally realized that the porch light was out. It was set on an automatic timer so it should be on by now. In fact, all the lights in the house were turned out. Brian’s pace slowed as he took in all these details and halted several feet from the front door with the keys gripped tight in his right hand.

  It wasn’t that late so his dad and sister should still be awake. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he slowly backed away from the house. He’d only taken a couple of steps when the front door burst open and a thin man dressed entirely in black emerged. An unnatural blackness covered his face as though the darkness had coalesced to obscure it. The long, serrated kitchen knife held in the man’s right hand glinted in the streetlight. Brian turned and ran toward his car. He pushed the remote to unlock the door but the attacker knocked the keys from his hand and they flew out into the nearby bushes. Brian knew he didn’t have the time to look for them as his assailant was directly behind him. He ran past his car and pumped his legs as fast as possible. He kept running for all he was worth as the assailant’s heavy breathing reached his ears from directly behind him.

  If Brian slowed down for just a second, he would be dead. He concentrated all his energy on running even as his legs threatened to give out on him. The assailant continued to doggedly pursue him as he dashed past block after block. Periodically, Brian glanced behind him to find that the man was still only several feet away from him. Abruptly, he awakened from the nightmare and found himself lying in bed, breathing heavily as though he’d really been running for his life. Adrenaline coursed through his body and his eyes struggled to pierce the darkness of his bedroom. He checked his alarm clock and realized it was only a little after three in the morning. He lay back down and struggled to quiet his mind.

  He managed to fall back to sleep and plunged back into a similar nightmare with the unknown assailant pursuing him. He awakened and dropped off to sleep again. His alarm clock didn’t go off but he only slept in until shortly after seven. After the incident with his shield collapsing yesterday, his father had scheduled an emergency appointment with Dr. Bettinger who happened to be the only shielding specialist in Snohomish County. Brian wouldn’t be attending classes today which wouldn’t have bothered him if he wasn’t already struggling with some of his grades and he didn’t want to lose his driving privileges. Brian considered laying in bed and trying to drop off but realized that was hopeless because he was wide awake.

  Even though Brian usually dreaded the doctor’s visit, he was so exhausted from the restless nights and his runaway empathic ability that he didn’t mind too much. No one was waiting in the small lobby when he and Paul arrived at Dr. Bettinger’s office. For furnishings, the room offered only four, blue cushioned chairs and a tasteful painting on the far wall along with the receptionist’s desk where a blond woman was seated who looked fresh out of high school. After only a short wait, Dr. Bettinger opened the door to his office and smiled welcomingly. He was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, brown eyes, and a calm demeanor. They gathered in his office and he closed the door behind them. Paul sat on the chair facing the desk while Brian sank into the comfortable, beige easy chair off to the side which faced an identical easy chair. The subtle aroma of lavender mixed with peppermint had a calming effect on Brian’s nerves. Dr. Bettinger tapped a few keys on his desktop computer to activate the voice recognition program that he used to record all his sessions before settling in the easy chair facing Brian.

  “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice,” Paul said.

  “It was no problem. I had an opening and fit you in.” Dr. Bettinger turned to focus on Brian. “Tell me about the dreams you’ve been having.”

  Brian explained them with as much detail as he could recall. Dr. Bettinger allowed him to recite them without interruption and only asked a few clarification questions before proceeding with the assessment of his mental barricade. Brian sensed the psychologist’s powerful presence gently probing the surface of his shield. After several moments, Bettinger requested that Brian allow him to enter his mind to avoid further weakening of the protection. Brian stiffened at the sense of invasion of another’s presence in his thoughts. Almost immediately, the strength of his shield increased and the pain brought on by the input of everyone’s emotional states evaporated. The tension slowly eased from his body as the protection swiftly increased. After about half an hour, the doctor withdrew and Brian’s shield was stronger than it had been in almost a year. Bettinger always performed first class work and he charged a generous fee. Luckily, their insurance covered most of it.

  “I feel so much better,” Brian said.

  “I suggest you work on your shielding for at least an hour in the morning and at least an hour in the late afternoon or early evening,” the doctor said.

  Bettinger strode across the room and positioned himself at his desk so he could type into his computer and swiftly typed some notes into it.

  “I sensed the kind of damage to your shield that usually indicates a psychic attack,” Bettinger said.

  “There’s this kid who attacked me during class,” Brian said and filled the doctor in on the specifics of Zack’s attack and how his protection had collapsed completely.

  “That could explain it. I don’t have enough information yet to determine whether this is a traditional psychic burnout or just a phase that a lot of level ten talents go through during their teen years.” The specialist typed in some more notes and asked a lot more personal questions about Brian’s state of mind and physical wellbeing. Finally, the session was at a close. “There is no reason to miss another day of school as long as your condition doesn’t deteriorate. I recommend you see me in about a week.” He turned to direct his attention at Paul. “Did you want to schedule another appointment while you are still here, Mr. Winters?”

  “Yes, for the late afternoon. If you have something open after four, that would be great. I don’t want Brian to miss any more school if possible.”

  “I believe that could be arranged. Stephanie has my appointment book at the front desk. I look forward to seeing you. Hopefully, your condition will remain stable,” Bettinger said.

  He opened the door for them and Paul thanked him again for arranging to see them on such short notice. A young woman in her early thirties was waiting in the lobby and leafing through a magazine. The doctor ushered her into his office while Paul set up an appointment for his son next week
. Paul didn’t have much to say until they’d almost arrived home.

  “How are you feeling?” Paul asked.

  “A lot better. My empathic abilities are completely under wraps now and I’m not as exhausted as I’ve been all week,” Brian said.

  Even though his energy was returning and it was a huge relief to know that everyone’s emotions weren’t screaming at his psionic senses, he felt nervous about someone working so closely in his mind and having access to his innermost thoughts. Because Brian was taking a lot of psychology courses in preparation for his career as a psychologist, he knew that a lot of his memories and thoughts had seeped into Bettinger’s mind. Even though he was a doctor and everything he learned was kept strictly confidential, it still bothered Brian a great deal.

  “A lot of level ten teens have similar problems with their abilities so there is nothing to worry about. I’m sure after a few more sessions, you won’t have any more problems with this,” Paul said.

  “Or I may have psychic burnout in which case I’ll have to see a shielding specialist at least once a week for the rest of my life,” Brian said.

  “I know that it’s common but most level tens don’t suffer from that condition,” Paul said firmly. “You have nothing to worry about.”

  Brian didn’t argue but he knew his dad merely spoke hollow words of reassurance. Paul was a psychologist but he had no experience working with high level talents and since he wasn’t a level ten telepath, he would never be able to do so. Only level ten telepaths could learn the skills necessary to strengthen and repair someone else’s psionic protection.

  “Once your mother returns from her assignment, she can help you build your shielding and you won’t have to see the specialist as often or hopefully ever again,” Paul said.

  “Great.” Brian’s expression turned sullen.

  “I know how you feel but it’s necessary for someone to work on your protection until you’re able to manage it on your own,” Paul said.

  Brian didn’t respond even though he knew his father was right. Maybe spending two hours working on his shielding wasn’t such a terrible price to pay after all if he could avoid allowing others access to his mind. Paul allowed an unspoken quiet to descend over them for the rest of the trip home. In the late afternoon, Amy arrived with Brian’s homework. Before he could escape to his room, she asked how the appointment with Dr. Bettinger went.

  “It looks like it’s psychic burnout.” Brian threw his sister a dejected glance.

  “We have an appointment next week,” Paul interjected. “This may just be a temporary problem. A lot of high level talents have this difficulty.”

  “Do they also have nightmares?” Brian demanded.

  “Yes, some of them do. The same types of dreams that you have,” Paul said.

  “Really?” Brian regarded him with curiosity. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

  “I didn’t know before. I did a lot of research these last couple of days.”

  “I’ve looked for information online but didn’t find anything that pertained to my situation.”

  “You have to wade through a lot of information but I have access to professional databases due to being a licensed psychologist,” Paul explained.

  “I think you’ll be fine, Brian.” Amy offered a reassuring smile. “You look a lot better already.”

  “Thanks,” he said.

  Brian escaped to his room to begin working on his assignments. He lost track of time as he became absorbed in his work. When his door knocked forcefully, he flinched and looked up. His great uncle, Dick, burst into the room without waiting for a response. Dick Mackenzie was his mother’s uncle, and a multipath with psychometry, telekinesis, and self-regeneration psi that made him look as though he was only in his early twenties instead of his real age, seventy-nine. Dick had piercing green eyes, brown hair, and a thin wiry frame. He wore a blue tee shirt, jeans, and blue running shoes.

  “How’s my favorite nephew doing?” Dick said flippantly.

  “I’m fine,” Brian said.

  “Amy told me about what happened,” Dick said.

  “Everything is okay,” Brian said.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” Dick asked.

  “No,” Brian said.

  “Do you want to play darts?”

  “I have a lot of work to do. My grades are getting behind because of the problems I’ve been having this week,” Brian said.

  “Amy said you weren’t sleeping well and you have psychic burnout,” Dick said. “But you’re feeling better now though, right?”

  “Yes but I need to get caught up. I wasn’t able to concentrate in my classes and I’ve gotten behind.”

  “We can just talk about stuff in general. We don’t have to talk about your psychic burnout if you don’t want to. Let’s play darts. You need a break,” Dick said.

  “Where is Amy?” Brian said as he realized he couldn’t hear the wind chimes which meant his sister wasn’t in her room.

  “She’s not home,” Dick said. “She told me she had a date with Derek.”

  Amy and Derek had been going out a lot lately. They were good about including Brian though. He shrugged, stood up, and stretched briefly. Maybe a break was a good idea. He followed Dick to the family room and they picked their darts. Paul joined them when they were half finished with their first game. He waited patiently until they started a new one.

  “How are things going at the prison?” Paul said. “Are you still working overtime?”

  Dick was a prison guard for the Pine Hills Corrections Center.

  “Everything’s fine now. We’re fully staffed again so I’m back to forty hours a week,” Dick said as he drew back his arm and narrowed his eyes at the board with concentration. He was in his competitive mode now. With his arm pulled back and ready to spring forward to release the dart, the right sleeve of his shirt rode up to reveal more of the large skunk tattoo. He finally tossed the dart and it landed in the bull’s eye with uncanny accuracy. Everyone suspected that Dick cheated by using his telekinesis when he played so well. His other two throws hit the bull’s eye.

  “You’re not using your telekinesis, are you?” Paul adopted a forced casual air.

  “Of course not.” Dick smiled widely. “I don’t need to.”

  “Where’s Stephanie?” Brian asked as he suddenly realized his great uncle’s girlfriend was missing. The two of them were practically inseparable.

  “I wanted some alone time,” Dick said.

  Brian and his father exchanged knowing looks. Dick went through girlfriends like tissue paper. Once he started spending time by himself, things deteriorated rapidly. Obviously, the relationship was nearing its end. Brian didn’t realize how much time he’d spent playing darts until his sister sauntered into the room wearing the same pleasant smile she always did after a date with Derek.

  “How’s it going?” she said.

  “You want to join us?” Dick asked.

  “Sure,” Amy said.

  “I need to get back to my homework,” Brian said.

  “What? We haven’t finished this game yet.”

  “I’ve already played a bunch of games and it’s getting late.”

  “You only played three and it’s still pretty early,” Dick protested.

  “It’s after nine. Brian should probably be working on his psionic protection,” Paul threw him a pointed look.

  “That’s right. I probably won’t have time for any more homework tonight,” Brian said.

  He shouldn’t have wasted so much time goofing around. He closed his bedroom door, positioned himself comfortably in his office chair and set the timer for one hour. He noticed immediately that his shielding was substantially weaker which was a major disappointment. He’d expected it to last much longer with no measurable signs of weakening over the first evening. Brian realized he’d spent several moments brooding about his predicament. He forcefully brushed aside his thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

  Chapter 3


  Brian, Amy, and Derek met for lunch as close to the far corner of the cafeteria as possible. Brian and Derek chose the standard food which was pizza, French fries, canned mixed fruit and green beans while Amy had made herself a salad from the bar along with an apple and a milk.

  “You seem to be doing a lot better today,” Derek remarked.

  “I am. The shield that Dr. Bettinger put up degraded a bit before I went to bed but held up firm overnight and degraded only a little today. My empathic abilities are under control. It’s been nice,” Brian said.

  “It sounds like you’ll be able to reinforce the shield and keep it strong,” Amy said hopefully.

  “It seems that way,” Brian said. “I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

  “Did you want to meet up at Roe’s Café after school and play some pool?” Derek asked.

  Amy turned to regard her brother expectantly. Obviously, she and Derek had already discussed this ahead of time. Brian enjoyed hanging out at Roe’s Café but he had a lot of homework and studying to catch up on. He’d begged his French teacher for an extra credit assignment and she’d caved in with the stipulation that he finish it tonight and turn it in tomorrow. Brian wasn’t about to blow off an opportunity like that.

  “Sorry, guys, but I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. I should probably be in good shape for the weekend though,” Brian said hopefully.

  “You’ve turned into such a stick in the mud,” Amy teased.

  Brian chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

  “I’ll be glad when this week is over. It seems it’s really dragging,” Derek said as he picked at his pizza.

  Brian finished off the last of his own pizza and shrugged. It had been an especially difficult week for him but that was because of the psychic burnout. He wasn’t sure why Derek was experiencing any problems.

  “Algebra is just killing me this week,” Derek said.

  “Me, too,” Brian said. “We’ll be finished with the chapter next week and will be moving onto something else. Hopefully, it will be a lot easier.”