Author's note.
Thought I might like to explore a darker side of someone with powers like Caleb's
Maybe it will work, maybe it won't. This has not been edited by anyone but me - so apologies for any errors you find.
My thanks to River for their input in keeping my perspective/
PM
The harsh buzzing of my alarm jerked me from my slumber.
I had fallen asleep reading erotic stories on my tablet. Porn was becoming boring to me. It all followed the same pattern, she sucks him, he fucks her, turns her over, maybe does her ass, and then jizzes on her tits.
That and that stupid fucking breathing that they did. Why the fuck anyone thought that someone panting and hissing through their teeth every breath, like an asthmatic steam engine, was sexy, beat the fuck out of me.
Nowadays I had started reading stories, they tended to do it for me. But even then, there were two problems. If it were a stroke story it was usually too short. I couldn't really get off before the story was over, and if it were a longer story then I often got involved with the plot, and started skimming over the sex, as it just got in the way.
Then there were those stories that were just so badly written I couldn't understand a fucking word of them.
I'd found a new story the night before, about a guy who had suddenly found himself to have mind control powers. It started a bit weird, but I was intrigued enough to continue to read, and by chapter five, I was hooked.
For now, though, I needed to get my ass up, and get to work. I'd been late once this week already, and my boss, while not too much of an asshole, could only be pushed so far.
I grabbed a quick shower and put my uniform on, such as it was. A set of dark trousers and a top with the company logo on it made up the ensemble. I prepared to set off. I walked to work, since I didn't have a car. The store I worked at was only about half a mile from my house in any case.
Looking out of the window, and seeing that it was, as always, raining, I put on my heavy coat, and stepped out, closing and locking my flat door behind me. I walked down the flight of concrete steps connecting my, and my neighbours' front doors to the street, and set off.
Traffic was noisy, as always. I lived on a main road, and cars and trucks thundered past me, less than two or three feet from where I walked on the pavement. There was no fence, or guardrail. The speed limit was supposed to be thirty miles per hour along this stretch of road, but since it was a short stretch between two longer stretches of higher speed roads, nobody obeyed it.
I stopped at the pelican crossing, noticing a little old lady, who judging by the white stick in her hand, was blind. She was waiting at the crossing too. She'd pushed the button, and I could see the lights changing.
The lights changed, and the crossing began to beep, indicating that it was the pedestrians turn to cross. The old lady started to walk out into the street. I, however could see the car approaching at speed, and it looked to me like it was going far too fast to stop before the crossing. In slow motion I saw the wheels of the car all lock up as the driver panicked and slammed on her brakes, heard the whine of the car sliding on the wet tarmac, and saw, in my mind what would happen to the old lady who was directly in the path of the oncoming vehicle, and had stopped, seemingly aware of danger, but unsure as to where it was coming from.
I reacted.
With a shout, I dived for the old lady, grabbing her and lifting her as I ran directly into and almost out of the cars path. I managed to get her clear, but the door mirror of the car clipped me as the car passed spinning me around. Since my balance had been tenuous in the first place, I had no way of avoiding falling but even then, I tried not to fall on the old lady, landing on my back, with her falling on top of me. The car finally came to rest about five yards past the crossing. The driver took a look in the mirror, saw me and the old lady on the ground, and took off.
Several people came over and helped me and the old lady back to our feet. Apart from a really sore arse where the mirror had hit, I seemed to have gotten away without injury. I was however soaked and filthy having fallen onto a wet and dirty road.
"Are you alright?" the old lady asked, putting her hand out to me.
"I'm fine," I said pulling myself together.
"Thank you," she said. "I didn't see him coming. I can only see shadows. By the time I saw him I thought it was too late. Are you hurt?"
"I'll live," I said. "I didn't hurt you?"
"No," the old lady said. "You saved me. I wish I had some way to repay you."
Strangely when she said that, I thought he saw a hazy glow around her head. By the time I recognized it, it was gone.
"I must have banged my head,"
I thought.
"Mike?" the voice came from behind me. It was my manager from the store. "Are you alright?"
"Sorry," I said. "I think I need to go home and get changed. I'm going to be late."
"Late nothing," said my boss. "I saw what happened. Take the day. Go to A&E and get checked out."
I was surprised at that. "Go on," said the boss. "I'd drive you, but I really need to go open up. I'll call an ambulance if you want?"
"No," I said. "I'll go home and get cleaned up. If I think I need it, I'll go to casualty later."
"Okay then," said my boss. "Let me know how you get on. If you need more time off just call in."
I looked around for the old lady, but she had obviously decided to carry on to wherever she was going, I didn't blame her, the rain was still coming down and it wasn't warm.
I limped back to my flat, my arse throbbing from where the mirror had hit it.
Once inside I stripped off my wet clothes, dropping them on the floor. I would have to wash them all. Even my underpants were soaked. I turned my back to the mirror, trying to see the cheek of my arse, and if there was any damage. There was a large red mark, but nothing more to see. I thought I might get a bruise though.
I chuckled to myself, imagining telling the story in the pub, and people asking to see my 'war wound.'
I shivered, remembering I was naked, and it was cold. The heating in the flat was off, since I was due to be at work. I walked into the living room and switched it on, and then went back into the bathroom and got in the shower.
After I was warmed up and dry, I went into the kitchen and made a coffee, then took it into the living room and parked myself on the couch. I'd brought my tablet through from the bedroom and figured that, after a couple of painkillers, the best medicine would be rest. I could read some more of the story Id been reading the night before. I'd forgotten where I was upto though, and so started again. I skipped the first part of the first chapter. It wasn't that I was anti-gay, and to be honest when I read it the first time the imagery did make me stiff, but I remembered that bit well enough and wanted to get to a new part of the story.
I skimmed through the threesome with the room-mate and his girlfriend, and the discovery of powers. It was only after Caleb saved the young guy, who turned out to be a girl, on the roof that he figured out all of his powers.
"So," I said to myself. "He has Compulsion, TK, Empathy and Telepathy." I laughed to myself. "I wish," I said.
I glanced up at the sudden brightness in the room. The day was grey and it had seemed almost for a second that the sun had come out. I looked out of the window. Nope, still grey and miserable. I shrugged and went back to the story.
An hour later, I'd reached the end of the chapters that were available on the free site.
"Damn," I said. "I checked the writer's profile to see if there were other chapters posted anywhere else. I saw three other free sites and a Patreon.
"Greedy fucker," I said, before logging into one of the other free sites delighted to see that there were another two chapters available. I read those.
I checked out the other free sites as well, but found that they too only had the two extra chapters I had just read. I wanted more.
