Telepath
You retrace your steps and take the secluded trail. As you expected, it is deserted save for a couple of late-morning runners. You do not stop, you keep your eyes straight ahead and a steady pace. You keep your mind open for any unusual thought that may come across. The trees sway back and forth with a gentle breeze. Despite the nice weather, your skin is clammy and you shiver. Any sound catches your attention and you nearly twist your neck, but you don't stop.
Finally, you come through the other side of the elementary school. You can see the cream paint of your house from where you stand. Everything looks normal, no killer white car or armed men, that is. You sprint the last stretch and open the door. The smell of your mother's aromatic candles fills your nose with a pleasant swirl. You exhale a light, shuddering breath you did not know you were holding. Steps resound from the kitchen before your mom's head pops into the hallway, "Sweetie, is everything al--" you embrace her in a tight hug. Silent tears streak your cheeks, but the warmth of your mom's hands wipes them away. She lifts your face so she can look into your eyes. "Who must I yell at?"
"People know I am a telepath and they are trying to kill me" It comes out as blubber, but your mom does not skip a beat before she springs into action.
"Pack only the necessary," She says while taking off her apron, "close all windows and turn off your phone".
Finally taken out of your frozen state, you walk toward your room looking for a backpack. As you are putting away a pair of jeans, you catch a thought: "I have six bullets left. Enough to kill them all twice". Cautiously, you move to the window and pull down the blind ever so slightly. Sure enough, there a man walks towards the front door, fitting a gun in his belt.
By the windowsill, there is a flower pot your mother placed so the house would look more natural. If you manage to tilt it unnoticed it can fall on his head and hopefully knock him out.
Finally, you come through the other side of the elementary school. You can see the cream paint of your house from where you stand. Everything looks normal, no killer white car or armed men, that is. You sprint the last stretch and open the door. The smell of your mother's aromatic candles fills your nose with a pleasant swirl. You exhale a light, shuddering breath you did not know you were holding. Steps resound from the kitchen before your mom's head pops into the hallway, "Sweetie, is everything al--" you embrace her in a tight hug. Silent tears streak your cheeks, but the warmth of your mom's hands wipes them away. She lifts your face so she can look into your eyes. "Who must I yell at?"
"People know I am a telepath and they are trying to kill me" It comes out as blubber, but your mom does not skip a beat before she springs into action.
"Pack only the necessary," She says while taking off her apron, "close all windows and turn off your phone".
Finally taken out of your frozen state, you walk toward your room looking for a backpack. As you are putting away a pair of jeans, you catch a thought: "I have six bullets left. Enough to kill them all twice". Cautiously, you move to the window and pull down the blind ever so slightly. Sure enough, there a man walks towards the front door, fitting a gun in his belt.
By the windowsill, there is a flower pot your mother placed so the house would look more natural. If you manage to tilt it unnoticed it can fall on his head and hopefully knock him out.