The Twisted and Completely Out There Story

"Psychic? That's..." Alexx searched for the proper word. "not possible," she finished.
"Oh, it quite obviously is. If it wasn't, i never would have moved to this dump of a town."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew I woudl find you here; i'm here to help."
"HELP WITH WHAT???" Alexx finally screamed. "THERE IS NOTHING TO HELP WITH! NOTHING IS WRONG, SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She stomped out of the room, leaving Hannah very much alone.

Hannah sighed as the girl ran from the classroom.

"That went well," she said glumly. Why did people always react badly to the idea of psychics? It wasnt as if they hadnt been around for hundreds of years. Oh well. Perhaps she had been wrong, anyway - perhaps this frightened teen was simply mixed up in something entirely normal, if no less dangerous, like a drug deal or something. Yes, Hannah thought, she was probably mistaken.

But she was not convinced. As she finished tidying the desks, she wondered how she could find out for certain what was going on. The girl wouldnt tell her, that was obvious. And she doubted that her friend would either. But they seemed so scared...

Suddenly, her eye caught on a small object lying on the floor. She bent to pick it up. It was a small silver pencil, engraved with the name "Alexandria" and the number 16.

"Hmm." Hannah murmured. Had the girl dropped it?

Hannah took a quick look around the deserted classroom. She had perhaps two minutes until the next class arrived - just enough time to do a reading, if she hurried.

"Here goes nothing!"

Hannah closed her eyes and concentrated, imagining coloured balls of light spinning at different points along the curve of her spine. These were the chakras, the mystical energy centers of the body. A brief moment of meditation brought them into alignment, and when she was satisfied that she was ready, Hannah turned her attention to the pencil.

Images filled her mind. Yes, this was the same girl. Her name was Alexandria, but she preferred Alexx. Note the two x's. She wanted to be different, to stand out. Perhaps she had gone too far? Hannah strained to interpret the mixture of signals emitted from the tiny instrument. A party. A fight in an alley. Something to do with computers - and a shadow. Someone was following Alexx, giving her nightmares.

But who was it?

Hannah heard the last bell and forced herself to focus. Something...something...she had a confused impression of darkness, of red eyes watching, and suddenly something that made her suck in her breath with a gasp of horror.

Death. She had seen it. Someone close to Alexx was going to die.

The door to the classroom crashed open, and Hannah opened her eyes. Students wer flooding the room, taking their seats and talking loudly. Over the hubbub, however, the sound of her own heart beating fast and hard filled her ears. She had to warn Alexx!

"Miss, are you all right?" A student asked curiously. Hannah looked at her distractedly.

"Oh yes, thank you. Yes. But I have to go."

Making up her mind in a split second, Hannah turned on her heel and left the class. She knew that the headmaster would be upset that she had left without permission, but she was confident that she could sweet-talk him into giving her another chance. Besides. This was a matter of life or death!

Alexx was so tired...those dang nightmares had kept her awake all night. She was in Algebra, and didn't really need to learn all this stuff, she already knew it...her mind began to wander...she fell asleep.

"AHH!" she screamed. when she looked up, all her classmates were turned to stare at her.
"Is there a problem Alexx?" THe teacher asked.
"Um...no, I just realized what I had...um...done wrong in this...problem?" she offered this as an answer. The teacher nodded and turned back to the board.

HE was in her dreams again. Why was he following her? She had to sleep eventually...if she didn't...actually, it wasn't possibly for her not too. Maybe Hannah COULD help...oh well, Alexx wasn't just gonna go back to that quote-unquote psychic. There was no way in hell taht she was going to beg for help.

Peter had been following Hannah for two days now. Jordan had done his part. Now it was up to him. Hannah was an obstacle that would have to go...soon if the plan was to succed.

"Hannah." he called out. It was raining that Saturday night. Hannah would die.
"Who is there?" She said.
"Oh no one." he laughed in his head. he pulled out a gun.
"Hello." He walked out of the shadows.
"Who are you?" she fell on the alley floor.
"Foolish Human. You have no clue what you are up against. Alexx is a lost cause. She will be his soon." Peter voice started to go deeper and deeper. She was terrified! She looked like she was to faint. Good. She wouldn't know what hit her.
"I have no idea what you are talking about?"
"Yes you do." He pulled out a gun.
"No!!"she screamed.
"Nighty Night Hannah Garret. You just wasted your life!" He shot the pistol over and over again, ripping through her skin. Blood splattered on his shirt.
She fell over on the dumpster. Good. Dead. And also a potential meal. He pondered this for a few minutes before thinking better of it.
"Now, to replace Hannah." He would get one of his friends to replace her.
"Goodbye Hannah."

As he turned to walk away, Hannah stood up and jumped out of hte dumpster.
"You forgot the best part; psychics can't die." she said before disappearing in thin air.
"Dang it," peter muttered, starign at where she had stood. He had to get rid of her, before she started influencing the girl. The girl was the key...he jsut had to get a hold of her...then everything else would fall into place...

Name: Gregory Kniff
Age: 25
Description: Moderate hieght and build. Scruffy face and bags under eyes. Short Brown hair.
Specialty: Can manipulate water with Telekenisis

"Hello Peter," said Gregory from a looming fire escape, "You really should know better by now. Guns tend to not work in these cases."

"You!" said Peter, "What are you doing here!"

"The Usual. Heard about a Vamp causeing some problems but it loks like ti's a bit bigger than the big guys thought."

Peter pointed the gun at Greg. The shot rang through the alley. Idiot The rain formed a barrier and halted the bullet. Greg lept to the wet ground.

"What made you think you could shoot me? It's raining moron. this really is a death wish for you." The rain stopped in midair. Millions of tiny drops frozen in mid air. "How ya feelin Peter?"

Peter watched as the "the big tough guy" stopped the rain.
"Fool. I am no Vampire. I used to be. No longer. You have grown weaker as I can see. Too bad I am blessed with his mark." Peter removed his hat. A large red eye was on his fore-head.
"You can do nothing!" He laughed. But his voice was filled with doubt. Peter smelled fear. Nothing smelled better then that.
"No?" Huge black creatures rose up out of the ground. They were the Communities best fighters, and his loyal subjects.
"Hungry?" He said to the 10 huge figures."Greg isn't doing anything. Maybe he could do something about your hunger?" The ten figures lunged. Even Greg's "rain power" could do nothing. His left arm was torn from his body, then his leg. The claws of the figures were ripping him to shreds.
"Good." He thought. The lord-chief would be pleased. He laughed as he heard flesh tear from his old enemy's body.
"Nighty Night Greg."

Peter was tired of killing. Yes, Greg's flesh had been good but he needed to rest. He soon reach the small closing in the woods.
"Oh, lord Peter, what a surprise.' A short small man said as he finshed some work.
"Oh shut up Jack! Or I will have a talk with him." The small man nodded. It was good to rule through fear. Oh it felt so good!
"Pete!" a voice called. It was his girlfriend, Vallkerie.
"Oh Vall!" he cried. He haden't seen her in weeks. Oh her soft cheeks. How he loved her! But how did he? He never understood just why it happened. To be a ruthless killer you must feel no love and really can't feel love but he did. Hmm....he thought about it. Never mind that. Vall was here!

Hannah had survived. Not to worry the head-chief had taken care of her now. He had poisoned her dream and she was actually killing herself by sleeping! An endless dream she would NEVER wake up from. NEVER! Ha. But she could wake up if some one used it..... Too bad Greg couldn't enjoy this. His bones were already in the eternal fire. Ah great day....but something was not right. Alexx was still guarded by someone...but who? Who else knew she was the most powerful human psychic in the world. And what was with all these "dead" enemy's coming from nowhere? Maybe a mass genocide of people would help. No. No more killing. But maybe he was all wrong...Maybe good was the side to work for? Could it be? He was wrong and Hannah the one in the right? Could it be? Maybe? A voice in his head whispered something.
Save Alexx and it will be clear.
Save? He thought he was to kill her....Save? Why should he save his step-sister and betray his father, his real father.
Just do it. You were not meant for this. You are to be a hero, not a bad-guy.
Fine, he would help her. But how would he get passed Hannah's "death" and what do I save her from? He got up.
"Do I wake Hannah up? And use the blessing of the eye?" he asked the voice.
Yes.
"Really?"
Yes you do.
"Fine!" he yelled. It would of helped! Not to worry. But he would be mad if he deserted him. Hmm? What to do? He would save his step-sister and his ex-wife.

Peter walked through the streets. How was he going to explain to his ex that he had killed her and was going after his step-sister? Well, not anymore. He walked up to Hannah's small brick house.
"Well here it goes." He walked through the door, materializing on the other side. He walked over to the couch Hannah laid on."Goodbye Power." he said as his power left his body and became a regular psychic with little extra. The feeling of Vampyrum flooded his body.
"Oh my..."Hannah fainted. Oh boy. That went well. He helped her over to a chair.

2 hours had gone by, and it was almost 6:00 in the morning when she came to. She noticed that she had moved.
"Hmm." that was odd. She was in a chair on the other side of the room. "AHHHH!" She screamed. Her ex-husband and murder was standing next to her."No!" she fired a bolt of lightning at his head.
"Oh!" he ducked. Not only had he left his power to help his step-sister, but was now fighting for his life!
"Wait!"he yelled"I don't want to hurt you. I am here to help Alexx!"
"You! How did you get here? What do you want with Alexx?"she fell to the ground a look of fear on her face.
"First I came to help Alexx and even woke you up with the help of the eye." he showed her the blank fore-head." And, well, a year ago my Dad remarried to Alexx's mom. So I guess I heard a voice say i needed to save her from...Him."she didn't know what to believe.
"Trust me. I know I don't present a trustworthy figure, but please!" he grabbed her by the shoulder gently."Please!"

Hannah had no one else to trust; but she was to tired to care. She hobbled over to the phone and called the school, telling them she was sick. THen she collapsed onto the couch, ignroing her strange visitor, her son, completely.
* * * *
Alexx didn't know what to do. She finally had the courage to speak to Hannah, but couldn't find her. kevin was gone, and she still couldn't sleep. What was she to do?!?!?!

Gary Smith, 50-60ish. Owner of '"Smith's Paranormal Pest Control"

Gary Smith's day was not going well.

Driving around in his beat-up van (the windowless type that sported his company's logo on the front- a Halloween witch hat, crossed out in very bold red), he considered the rude way he had been treated at the gas station and at the bank, and his mood seemed to darken with every splatter of rain against his windshield.

The people these days just don't know how to thank me for the good work I do.

He cruised up and down the crumbling rows of apartment buildings on 69th street, angrily shoving Cheetos into his mouth from a bag sliding to and fro on the dashboard. His walkie-talkie set, on and ready next to the bespectacled Chester Cheetah, sounded nothing but static.

Gary parked the car in an alleyway and sat, languidly licking the orange powder from his lips.

That was when the reciever started to blare, a distorted voice on the other line calling, "Gary, Gary, we've got a case- a troublemaking psychic, Hannah Garret, is on the loose."

His eyes narrowed in a very pleased, focused way, and he lifted the radio to his lips. "Roger that," he said, and barrelled out of the narrow alleyway.

Alexx obviously was in a dream, but a dream like no other. She was at school, minus Hannah.
"Hannah? HANNAH!?!" she called out. but no one heard her. It was as if she wasn't there. Then she saw it. The talking Cat. But it was like no Cat she had seen. It wore a reaper-like cloak and carried a staff with an eye. A red eye. He looked at her and she heard him saying: "Alexx, you are mine." over and over again.
"No!" She yelled but he got louder and louder until it stared to drill into her head and soon, she started to believe it.
"I am yours." she said. Then out of nowhere came another voice.
"No you are not." It said. It was Hannah, and someone else...a name...Peter. Peter? Who was that? But who ever he was he was helping her.
"No! She is mine!" the cat howled at her but she was free! The dream ended. But even she could tell they were far from over. They just started. She needed to find Hannah and ...whoever Peter was. And soon. He was coming for her. She needed to find them.

Greg Walked next to Alexx. She couldn't see him or hear him. He had hoped that Death would finally get him a bit of rest but no such luck.

"Stupid Powers that be," Grumbled Greg as he followed Alexx. "What good am I to her? I cant do anything."

She seemed flustered. They had been travelling the school for at least 30 minutes now. Finally she stopped and sat down on the floor. Her head against the wall. She seemed close to tears.

"Come on, no crying please. This after life is already bad enough."

"Who asked you, Ass!" Yelled Alex. Greg fell in shock. Not that it mattered, he couldn't feel it.

"You can hear me?" said Greg.

"Of course I can."

"But I'm dead."

NOTE: Writer said that Peter is Hannah's son. This is not the case. She is his ex-wife.

Name:Jack Krager
Position: Pyschic Finder, Member of the Community
Age: UNKNOWN
Specialty: Using large psychic whips to choke enemies

"Crap." Jack said as he walked down the dark halls of The Communities main buliding. Peter had been gone for three days now and still no word. Pete wouldn't just leave his position as His right hand man. No one would. You controlled all of the army and dream-killers. What to do? What to do?
"Jack." A voice called. It was Stephanie the mercanary.
"What? I'm busy!" he yelled.
"No. Someone is here to see you." She walked away. Who could it be?
"Where?"
"In the main lobby. Where else?" A look of disgust on her face.

"Gary!?!" Jack yelled "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to strike a bargain with Him fatso." Gary had been here before. He was always asking for information on paranormal behavior.
"And why should He do that?"
"I've found Peter and Hannah." He smugly smiled. He had them.
"You?"
"Yep."
"He wants you to take this." Jack handed Gary a small locket.
'What is it?" Gary looked at it.
"With that you can control them." Jack said pointing to ten black figures."Kill Hannah....and Peter."
"Sure thing." He smiled. It was working great.
"But come back this time or this," Jack showed him a picture of Greg's torn body ", could be you."
"I will." He shook Jack's hand. It was done. Peter and his dear Hannah would die tonight. Just as they had killed Phill, they would die....