I'm a little girl, maybe 10 or 11 years of
age. Two adults are bringing me to the bank for a day out. I know they're not
my parents but I cling tightly to the man. He's young and handsome, with light
brown, short, wavy hair and brown eyes. I am more attached to him and I call
him 'daddy'. As
the adults go ahead to the counters, I wander around observing the other people
in the bank. The tellers, the clerks, the other customers, and then the
security guards. I notice one in particular. A young African-American man
sitting near to where the main counters are. He's just sitting there with his
gun and when he smiles at me, I get the most uncomfortable feeling. Then I
start to cry. I find the nearest corner and cry hysterically. The woman comes
back to check on me and asks me what's wrong. I can't form words but I'm
holding the sides of my head as if I have a headache.
I tell her that something bad is going to
happen. And when I look at the security guard again, his eyes have changed.
They're no longer smiling. He stands up with his gun and starts shooting the
ceiling and soon everyone is down on the floor like me. I think there were
other people in disguise like him in the bank but I couldn't see them. All I
could see was the man walking up to the counters where daddy was. He was
threatening him. Daddy was in trouble. The moment the phoney guard hit daddy's head with
his gun, something took over me. I slowly walked up to the man with anger in my
eyes. He was about to smack me with his gun but somehow mid-way, his arm
couldn't move. In a blink of my eyes, his gun was sliced into two, and all I
could say to him was, "Don't hurt my daddy.." Then I grab him by the
collar and lift him up, him weighing as light as a feather in my hands. And I
threw him at the counters, his body crashing through the glass barriers.
And after all that, I feel my anger leaving
me and my body weak. I fall to the floor unconscious. I feel strong arms cuddle
and lift me up. I remember the warmth as he brought my body closer to his. I
remember daddy holding me. And then I remember nothing.
Possibly it was the next day. The adults are
dressed in white coats and seated down in a large canteen of some sort with
their supervisor. The adults talk while I just sit idly by, eating. "It's
remarkable. First she has Level 5 telekenesis, and now she can see the
future?" says the woman. Daddy takes a plate full of small buns and gives
me a few. I like the buns and happily eat them one by one, dipping them into the
saucer of chicken curry nearby. Daddy talks, "She can't see that far into
the future, but perhaps just the immediate possibilities according to the
situation and time she's in. Call it a sensitive case of farsightedness."
The adults talk some more and I've long lost
my interest. Soon after we're back at 'home' and I spend quality time with
daddy. He is sweet, kind, gentle and considerate. Even as we're doing tests,
I'm not afraid as long as daddy is around. In the playroom, I draw some
pictures and daddy picks one up, "What's happening here, sweetie?"
"It's me flying, daddy."
"Hmm can you actually fly, I
wonder?" he smiles at me. I take the picture and show him that he and the
woman were below on the ground. "You and mommy give me wings so that I can
fly, see?" "That's
very poetic of you, sweetie. It's very nice." He sits on the floor and
cuddles me from behind so I continue showing him pictures.
If it were up to me to continue this story, I'd say that by the
time the little girl (whom I shall call Annie) grows into a young woman, or
teenager, she'll have developed more mature feelings towards the man. Annie has
always felt safe and secure with her fosterfather, and in times of danger she's
always capable of protecting him. Despite the 10 years age difference, Annie
falls for the man who's always taken care of her, but unfortunately it's
one-sided because he only sees her as his fosterdaughter. She'll probably find
another 'special' kid they have in the organization, except that he might be
someone who doesn't like being cooped up in a super-secret basement. In the end
he turns on the organization and the people who have been experimenting on him
and escapes. And then Annie will be forced to choose between the boy whom she
shares so much in common with, or the man that will never be able to love her
back. Dun Dun DUUN!!
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