Psychic Chapter Fourteen: In the point of view of William I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands. I was having another headache. My face felt hot. What was happening to me? My inability to focus and headaches were getting worse. Mom came into the room and rubbed my back. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked me. I shook my head. Mom was the only person I would tell if I wasn't feeling right. She was my mom. She wanted to take care of me. "What can I do to help?" she asked. I shrugged. "I'll just wait it out." I mumbled. "You don't want to take some headache medicine or anything?" "That dosen't help." I answered. Mom gave me a hug. I appreciated her. She was putting up with a lot. What with taking care of all these people she had only just met recently. And she loved every one of them. She was everyone's mother. "Will, come here and lie down. I'll make you some lunch." Mom said. I stood up. "I really should practice my fighting." I said, staggering a little. Standing up made me dizzy. Mom shook her head and gently pulled me into the living room. "Not today, young man." she said. She had me lie down on the couch. Then she put a hand on my forehead. I wanted her to keep it there. Her hand was cool compared to my face. She bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Let me just check on Nana and then I'll get you something to eat." she said. "How is she?" I asked. Mom smiled. "Just fine. I'm making her stay in the spare bedroom for one extra day, just to make sure." she answered. I smiled. Good. I closed my eyes and listened to my mother's footsteps as she went upstairs. Then I heard everyone else outside. It was Saturday, so my father was out there as well. I could hear him talking to Drake and Grayson about the good old days at The Society. I had heard a few of these stories. I was impressed with how youthful and brave my father was. He didn't seem like that now. He was always calm and the most exciting thing he'd encounter nowadays was the pop quiz he'd give to his college students every so often. Mom came back downstairs and I could hear her doing something in the kitchen. Soon, she came back and I opened my eyes. She handed me a turkey sandwich and a glass of lemonade. "Thanks, Mom." I said. She smiled at me. Then she knelt down on the ground next to me. "Look at you." she said softly. "You've grown up so much over the past few months." She ran her fingers through my brown hair as I ate. "You need to stop." she said with a smile. "You'll be gone before I know it. Out of the house, and on with your life." I smiled too. "I'll visit often." I promised. "You'd better." she replied. Then she was silent for a while. She looked out the window. Then she turned back. "You know, I remember when you used to have headaches like these. Maybe they're coming back." I blinked. "I don't remember that." I said. "You don't? You had them as you were getting your psychic powers. I think everyone does. Their brains are making the change." Mom looked out the window again. "I wonder why I'm having them again." I said. "I already have my psychic powers." Mom smiled at me. "Maybe you still have things to learn." She said. I thought about that. Could that be a possibility? What was I supposed to learn? I blinked slowly. Mom laughed a little. "You look like you need some sleep." she said, standing up. I nodded. I felt tired. Mom picked up a blanket that was folded over one of the couches, and draped it over me. Then she kissed me on the cheek again. "Good night, Will." she whispered. "I love you, Mom." I answered. Then I fell asleep. "He's been like that all morning." "Really? The poor thing. Hey, have you been able to find out what's wrong with him, Sony?" "His brain is definitely changing, but I have no idea why, or what for." "That's odd." I could hear voices whispering. I moved and opened my eyes. April was smiling down at me. She had one arm draped over my stomach, and her other hand was on my head. "Hi there, handsome! Had a nice nap?" she asked. I grinned. I lifted my head so that I could kiss her. My headache was gone. Sonya looked at me seriously. "Will, I think I should tell you..." she hesitated. I held up my hand. "Don't worry. I heard. My brain is changing, or something like that." I said with a smile. "I'm fine. It's probably just getting used to the fact that I can use fire now." "See, that's the thing." Sonya responded. "No one else is having this problem." I shrugged. I didn't want them to worry. I lifted myself into a sitting position on the couch and pulled April onto my lap. She smiled and put her arms around my neck. "Your hair is messy, sleepy-head!" she laughed, trying to calm down my hair. "It's no use." I said. "My hair has a mind of its own." We all turned suddenly when we heard CJ barking outside. At first, I didn't think anything of it, but then he continued barking. The noise got quieter and quieter, until I could barely hear him, like he was running away from the house. I stood up and set April down on her feet. "I'd better call him." I said. I opened the door to the backyard and noticed that the sky was getting darker. I must have slept for a long time. "CJ!" I called. "Come here, boy! Come on!" he was still barking. I stepped out into yard. "What's up, buddy? Come on home!" The barking stopped. I waited, expecting to see him appear back in the yard at any moment. He didn't come. "CJ! It's dinnertime!" I called. It wasn't really dinnertime, but he always came back right away when I said that. I waited for a while longer. Then I got worried. I turned back to the house. "CJ is gone!" I said. "Help me find him!" Everyone came outside and we spread out through the yard. We called his name, but it was no use. I started stepping through bushes and over rocks as I left the yard, out into the forset. Lindsey turned to me. "Will! Where are you going?" She called after me. "I have to find my dog!" I answered. I walked through the trees, my mind pleading to hear him bark again. I needed a sign, a clue, anything. Just then, I heard whimpering. I leapt in that direction. I came to a small clearing. "CJ!" I gasped. CJ was lying on the ground, whimpering softly. CJ said weakly. I looked at his front left paw. There was a large gash through it. "It's okay, Buddy. I'm here." I said, gently gathering my pet into my arms. CJ licked my arm. he said. I held my dog close. "What happened to you, Buddy?" I asked. CJ answered. CJ said this last part like he was insulted. Just then I heard someone approaching. I turned around. It was April. "Will? You found him?" She asked. I nodded. "He's hurt! We need to get him home." I said. "It's this way! We stabbed it over here!" Came a man's voice. April gaped. "They're coming back!" I set CJ back down on the ground and stood up, fury building up inside me. "What's going on?" Asked Drake, jumping into view, followed by Sonya and Nicholas. "Psychic killers stabbed my dog. They're coming back." I said, pulling my lighter out of my pocket. "We don't want any trouble..." Drake warned. "Yes we do." I replied. Three men ran into the clearing. They stopped short when they saw us. "You kids better get out of here." One man warned. "We found a wolf out here a few minutes ago." "You mean this?" I asked, pointing to CJ. Another man leaned in to get a closer look. "That's no wolf, Stan." he said. "That's a golden retriever." "That's my dog." I growled. The three men stood silent. "Well, what are you kids doing out here in the woods at night?" the third man asked. "Hunting." I said darkly. The men looked confused. "I don't see any guns." The third man said. "You don't need guns," I said. "if you're psychic." The three men looked shocked. I didn't give them time to react. I flicked the switch on my lighter and lit up the darkness with fire. Drake and Nicholas jumped into the brawl with me. I was fighting on all sides, leaving burn marks with every punch I threw. I got hit a couple times, but I was better at dodging, now. Especially since I could see some of the things that were going to happen next by probing their minds. Suddenly, Stan punched one of his companions. "Hey, watch it, Stan!" the man shouted. "It wasn't me!" he yelled back. Then he punched him again. "I mean it, you!" the man said angrily. Stan held up his hands innocently, then punched him again. "That's it!" the two men began fighting. I looked back at Nicholas. He was grinning from ear to ear. I looked around. Weren't there three men before? I heard a scream. I whirled around and saw April trying to wrench her wrist free of the third man's grasp. She uprooted a bush and launched it at him, but he was unphased. I leapt on him. My touch burned his skin. He recoiled, shouting in agony. Then I put out my fire. "April, are you alright?" I asked. April nodded and buried her face in my chest. I held her tightly. April was in danger here. Why did she always seem to get mixed up in these situations? I needed to be stronger! I needed more power! April gasped and collapsed to the floor. I was stunned. What just happened. "April! April! What's wrong? Wake up!" I shouted. Sonya heard me yelling and came over to where we were. She put a hand on April's forehead. "She passed out, but she's okay. Go!" Sonya said. That's right. I needed to help fight. I jumped back into the brawl. I wrestled with Stan, who was no longer under Nicholas's control. I looked around. If only I could reach that rock, a few feet away. I could knock him out. I tried reaching for it. The rock suddenly flew into my hand. I froze. What just happened? Drake saw what I just did and stared at me. "Will, did you just..." I didn't hear the rest because I got punched in the shoulder by Stan. I staggered back, but I hardly noticed the pain. I was confused. Could I move things with my mind? How was this possible? I tried again. I used the rock I was holding, and lifted it up in the air, just like I would if I was controlling fire. I brought it down hard over Stan's head. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. I didn't stop there. I used the rock and knocked the other two psychic killers out as well. Then all was silent. Everyone stared at me. I let the rock fall to the ground, stunned. Finally, Drake spoke. "Will, I think those headaches of yours were not just coincidence." We brought the uncontious April and CJ inside the house. Sonya fixed CJ up, tying a bandage around his hurt leg. We put April on the living room couch. I got a chair and sat down next to her, holding her hand. What had happened? Did I do this to her? What was going on? "I want you to stay off of this for a while." I heard Sonya say to CJ. "Two days ought to do it." CJ exclaimed. I laughed. "Don't worry, CJ. You'll be back on four feet before you know it!" I felt sorry for him. He got hurt trying to protect us. I was grateful I had found him and that his injury wasn't too severe. I was grateful he was alive. I loved my dog. April groaned. I sat up quickly. She opened her eyes. "What happened?" She asked. "Thank goodness you're awake." I whispered. "April, I have to show you something." I held out my hand, focusing on the mini table that sat next to the tv. I was going to lift it. There was a long silence. "What are you showing me?" she asked. I frowned. Why wasn't it working? "Just a while ago, I could move things with my mind! Just like you can!" I said. April looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you weren't imagining it?" she asked. I shook my head. "I knocked out three guys with a rock, without even touching it!" I said. "He's right." Drake said. "I saw him do it." I turned to him. "What do you think is going on, Drake?" I asked. Drake looked thoughtful. "I think it's about time we went to The Society. I've been wondering about your headaches, and I think that they'll have some answers for us." "Have you packed enough water, William? It'll be hot in Wyoming." "Yes, Mom." "And your toothbrush? You have that, right?" "Mom, don't worry. I'll be okay. I'll take care of the others, too." I stuffed a few shirts and my deoderant into my backpack. We would have to travel light, so I couldn't take much. I stood up. Mom was looking at me with a sad expression. "I'm just worried something will happen to you out there." She said. I smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. "I have my lighter in case anything happens. We have the squadron with us! We'll be okay." I kissed my mom on the cheek and she followed me downstairs to the living room. Grayson and Lindsey were standing there, with their own bags on their backs. They looked as anxious as I felt. We had no idea where this place was, or what we would find there. "I'll make you guys some food to take with you." Mom said, scurrying into the kitchen. Lindsey let her bag drop to the floor, and sat down on the couch. She looked perplexed. "This all seems so unreal. Are there really people out there wanting to kill us? Just because we're psychic?"