Survivor Reborn (Kieran Grey Psionic Hunter) by R. B. Fivecoat

Author:R. B. Fivecoat [Fivecoat, R. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The gunshot echoed unusually loud in the enclosed hallways, as the bullet slammed into my shields at eye level. When I didn’t fall the rookie aimed his gun again at my head.

Anger welled up inside me, turning quickly into a blind rage. I raised my right hand up, shields flowing out from it to knock away the gun being pointed at me again.

I used my shields and grabbed the rookie by the neck with my shield-hand. Lifting him up, I threw him into the wall.

The wall caved in around the rookie’s body.

I picked him up again, holding him in the air with my shields. His hands scratched at his throat trying to pry the invisible fingers away.

The brown suit actually dropped to his knees, bowing his head to me as he begged for the other’s life. “Please! He’s only been on the force for a week! He’s only nineteen! Please forgive him! Please don’t kill him! Take me instead if you must!”

I’d heard stories about people that feared psionics like demons, or gods. We could do things that normal humans didn’t understand. It was basic human nature to fear the unknown.

I looked at the rookie in front of me, suspended three feet in the air by my shields. The horror on his face spoke that he knew he was going to die. Urine dropped to the floor as he pissed his pants in utter terror.

“Hunter Class Officer Kieran Grey! I think you made your point,” a woman called out as she was walking towards us. She seemed so familiar.

She wore a black turtleneck with brown jeans over her boots. Jet black hair fell down straight, just over her shoulders. Hanging from her neck was a detective’s badge decorated with the colored service ribbons of someone who had been on the force for years, and had seen their fair share of action. A brown leather shoulder holster held a gun vertically under each arm. Her arms were out from her sides with her black gloved hands open. She walked slowly and purposely towards me. She wouldn’t cower at my feet as if I were a god, but she would beg for the life of the officer in my grasp.

“Kieran. Please. Let him go.” Her voice had gone soft. I looked into her hazel eyes, they were pleading with me.

I dropped the shields.

The rookie crashed to the floor, landing in the puddle of his own urine. The brown suit looked up at me then scrambled on all fours to tend the other officer.

I nodded at woman with the gloved hands, “Detective Michaels?”

“Please Kieran, call me Ren. Care to tell me what happened?”

A nurse came out from hiding behind a cart of lunch trays a few feet away. “It wasn’t her fault,” the nurse said with her eyes impossibly wide. “She was sexually harassed by the officer, he wouldn’t let her pass. Then he, he shot her, he, HE SHOT HER!!!” The nurse was showing signs of shock. Another nurse came and took her away.

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