“He who fights
and runs away lives to fight another day.”
General
Custer*
I'm still
hanging out with CJ today. Yesterday's universe traveling didn't go
as planned. We didn't go to one of those duplicate universes, we
kinda goofed on what universe to go to and kinda ran into an
alternate universe where the women always look like Paula Abdul and
the men always look like Christopher Walken. It was really annoying
place because everyone only talked about their favorite sandwiches.
We left and decided we wouldn't go universe hopping, at least till
the next weekend he comes over, y'know, take a break.
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Thought
Graffiti
“Today we
really caused some havoc, right Wally?” the leader of the group of
psychics said.
“Right,
havoc,” I responded. I looked at the leader's giant smile. He had
blonde hair, blue eyes, wore a plain black shirt and plain black
pants. He stood in this half-slump. I really couldn't figure where he
got the charisma to lead our little cluster of psychics because his
personality was so very plain. Well, I knew something. He loved his
psychic powers, was stronger than all of us, but showed it only
enough to assert authority but not enough to intimidate. Maybe he's a
lot smarter than I give him credit for because the simple, plain
expressions on his face don't convey much intelligence. With the
group of people I met among the psychics I learned you didn't need to
be smart to be psychic. Oh, Tom and Sally are the dumbest I know and
they're psychic. Maybe that's why they like each other.
“You have to
love all the havoc, and all the expressions on people's faces!”
Jennifer smiled along with the leader. I'd wish they'd start dating
already. It's already senior year.
I was recruited
into the group and they already started calling it havoc before I got
here. I would hope something called havoc would be more impressive. I
thought a group of psychics would be more impressive. Movies
accustomed me to groups of psychics doing something more dynamic each
time they got together.
“Well Wally,
you're the only who hasn't shared the details of your havoc. Why
don't you?” He kept smiling. I wondered if the source of his
charisma was his smile. He never let up on it much.
I ran my memory
through the day. “Well I put some dirty thoughts in people's head
at awkward moments. Put some doubtful answers during tests. I didn't
put many other thoughts in today.”
I saw many
looks of disappointment on the club's faces. Even the leader frowned,
he then spoke to me, “Come on Wally, what's wrong? You're usually
much, much better than this. We've heard much better, and I've seen
you myself, observing your powers with my own. You're one of the
cleverest among us. I think that the only one more powerful than you
here is me.”
“I'm just
tired of all this havoc. It is really havoc. It's just simple. I
dunno how to describe it. Thought graffiti?”
“Then what do
you want?” Jennifer showed off her immature pout. She saw my
actions as questioning the leader personally. Why don't they just
start dating?
“I don't want
to become terrorists with our powers. I think we should be
more...productive. And not just mind reading for tests. How many of
us are close to graduating? Let's jump into the business world. Use
thought implanting to invest in business decisions before the
companies even know they're going to make them. Suddenly a CEO will
get the thoughts implanted that he needs a bunch of land we just
bought for example. Let's actually do something for once.”
“I agree, I
like that idea.” the club leader smiled. But his smile was
different than usual. A lot less plain and normal. I could see a lot
more thought behind it. “I knew someone like you would think big.
I'm glad I chose someone like you.” His smile changed a bit more
around the word “chose”. He told me that psychic powers were
genetic mutations but now that I think about it the only one that
ever provided anyone any information about our powers to the group
was him.
“Um, thanks?”
I responded.
“Mint?” He
motioned to the mint jar and I felt compelled to take one and I
started to suck on it. On this train of thought of thinking about I
leader I remember he always brought snacks to meetings and everyone
always took something. I remember also on the day I met him he
offered me gum. I didn't like gum that much but I felt compelled to
take it. Thinking hard to back then I recognize that feeling as
psychic influence.
I started to
think of the possibility of my leader lying, but considering the
circumstances, should I care? I'll be toppling corporations, banks
and possibly governments soon with my psychic powers. Being past
psychic graffiti is enough to keep me happy for now.
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