Has a few chapters. Mostly the idea came through and stopped dead. oops.



Prologe:
Three teenagers walked calmly from the jungle. behind them was a force of over a hundred soldiers. their target, a building holding several children who where about to be sold into slavery. the first one to be noticed was Jackson, mostly because of his sun bleached blonde hair. shouting insued and him and his companions dropped to their knees, an act of servitude that made the slavers drop their gaurd. right on schedule the soldiers burst out the forest, killing all the slavers on the spot. victory seemed in their grasp. Jackson, his two companions Kana and Gregore smiled feeling success within themselves. walking up to the building Jack put his hand to the door only to draw it back in shock. backing away he told everybody to run, but it was too late. an entire militia came running out of the slavers side of the forest. a militia greater than their own. the soldiers tried as hard as they could. but to no avail. every last one that stayed to fight was killed. Jackson, Kana and Gregore had ran too, but Jackson had tried to divert the forces following them and gotten captured. he closed his eyes and silently hoped that they would stop touching him, as wave after wave of their thoughts entered into his mind. he was a captive, but not for long. this was not the first time he had been taken, but this time, he was prepared. they would not be able to keep him.

Chapter 1
My name is Jackson Deshany, Jack for short. My parents are Denise and Ralph, my grandparents Mimi, Harold, Vivian, and Michael. I live on 385 N. Grand, and am a psychic. Now I don’t do that crystal ball crap, and it only usually happens when I’m stressed out, but yeah, touching things give me visions of what that object or person has seen. Thoughts are the worst in big groups. My parents don’t know about them, neither does the rest the world. in fact, Kana and Gregore were the only people I ever trusted enough to tell. but for the first time since we met, we've been separated. I first met Gregore 3 years ago in Russia. Well more like the boarders of China and Russia. My parents were rich, and I had been taken as a hostage. When my parents wouldn’t pay up, I was transported along with 15 others into Russia. At one stop Gregore and a band of villagers attempted to ambush the caravan, actually freeing me and the others, but losing several of their own. After that we were hunted half way across Russia until the band coming after us were taken care of. In other words, we met up with Gregore’s western family who had sort of what we would call a mafia going on, who helped out family by executing each one of the captors. Gregore’s family was good to me, kinder than any murderers could have been in my book, they even tried to help me find my parents, who it turns out had given up searching for me 3 weeks after id gone missing. after that i resigned to live with Gregore’s family- my adopted family- until the same men who took me captive 6 months earlier came back for revenge. me and Gregore escaped into a ghetto area of the city where we both got sick with a non-fatal, but equally temporarily disabling disease that ran rampant in that city.  there we met the shy tomboy Kana who lived on her own. Gregore repeatedly complained that she was annoying and ugly, mostly because he had problems with girls who had short hair. she helped us get out of the Ghettos and into a European country a little farther west. in the time that it took to travel, her boyshort hair grew considerable and gregore quickly took to her. her annoying nature fell away as she got more confident around us, a nervous break in her speech that had led us to think her mentally handicapped came less and less often. it turned out that not many would talk to a shy orphan girl and so she had never talked more than a few times a month. boarder police tried getting us, eventually leading us to get into Italy, board a plane for the U.S. and head back into my hometown, where we were hailed as heroes for escaping. that was good and well for a while, until I realized how shallow my life before my capture had been. I had tried to get my friends to hang out with Gregore and Kana, but I only succeeded in my two best friends being insulted, the girls teasing Kana about her clothes and rough speech, the boys Gregore’s poor knowledge of the things they thought were all important. they weren’t happy, I wasn’t happy, and I was about to just leave with the two of them when the Military offered to let us come along on a small, and relatively safe rescue mission. I pretended to think it over, but in private I had told them an immediate yes. so now here I am a captive again, separated from two people who have been my greatest support for 4 years. I’m 15, in a country where the only other people who look like me are either stupid tourists, or slaves themselves. I’ve been in this cellar for 3 days without food or water, and I’m starting to get kind of hungry.
I went through all of that, those thoughts, they repeat over and over. I did it allot when I got sick of listening to the other kidnapee’s constant whining about dying. I was in the middle of one of those thoughts when I heard the door to the cellar I was in open. a girl walked through carrying a plate of food nervously. she was dark skinned like all the people here, but she had lighter hair and eyes than most. I sat up, surprised to see anybody that looked like her, but then again, I assumed that she was a captive. her nervousness seemed to slip away as she walked down the stairs.
so she’s comfortable here I thought. her pale eyes studied me as she gave me the first food id had in 3 days (if you didn’t know that already) her eyes rested on my face and for a moment I wondered why. then I remembered despite my abnormally tan skin, I was still paler than the men here. on top of that, I had golden blonde hair, something I would have given anything to be darker, green eyes and a mole below the outer corner of my right eye. id been told I was good looking, but I hadn’t really cared for that. it would have been better in most situations to have brown or black hair. brown eyes, an acne problem too. but that wasn’t how it was. he almost laughed in her face at the fact he wished he wasn’t good looking.
she swept back a strand of hair away from her face. her arm bumped against his and he fought the urge to blink hard at the whispered thoughts that came though. he could understand them, but the voice wasn’t only hers. she blinked too. standing up she tilted her head at me and the walked out. I probably went the whole day trying to figure out the thoughts that had been transferred, but only managed to figure out she somehow could feel the transfer that happened. maybe she was like me, but if that was so, and this scared me, then she must have gotten a transfer of thoughts off me. or had she? I played with this in my mind for a very long time, but still didn’t understand exactly what had happened. in the end I just ate my food and fell asleep. I even ended up dreaming about her, woke up annoyed, and picked at a crack in the wall until it got so dark I couldn’t see anything anymore.
finally I resigned myself to sleep again and was woken up- again- when the door opened. at first I blinked, but the light on her hair told me it was the same girl as earlier. she had successfully annoyed me by this time, so I asked "what do you want now?" it wasn’t the smooth growl id hoped for, actually it was more of a cracked whisper, but she understood it anyways. "bringing you food, or would you like to die of starvation instead?" English, accented, but English. the fact that I hadn’t understood the thoughts shed transferred had made me think she couldn’t speak it. but she could and I was caught between gladness and a headache. "yeah, food's good" she smiled and set the plate of food down next to me. she walked over and sat by the far wall and watched me as I ate. when id finished she got up and picked up the plate of food.
I was falling back asleep as she left, but I heard her stop on the stairs. cracking one eye open I saw that she had turned around and was crouching next to me watching me intently. a glimmer in her eye made me open my other eye and my eyebrows raise as one of her hands went up my shirt. she waited until she was directly over my heart before she touched my skin. pressing down I couldn’t help gasping as images flooded my mind. executions, tortures, and mingled thoughts and images of my struggling body beneath her as slight concern laced her thoughts. finally she let up and stood above me as I gasped in the mental pain she had just caused. she walked out the door and I was left to try and clear out my head of the memories she'd just given me.

Chapter 2


I rolled over, my chest hurt and i didnt know why. id already geussed that she knew about my perception of thoughts, how i couldnt figure out. none of my body parts had ever hurt from recepting memorys, but neither had i been forced to take in so much. it was odd. i knew that it was day time again, the sounds outside where i was being kept rushed in suddenly as i woke up. i dreaded her coming and hoped that she was satisfied. on top of that i still didnt understand what kind of person she was. all the things she'd showed me, the fact that she had shown me them like she had. ther'd been absolutely no hesitation in her. nothing anywhere close to kindness other than the concern i'd felt. but it had been more of a hoping i wouldnt die before she was done. a rasping cough started up in my throat and i almost didnt hear the door open. the moment id been dreading since she'd left was here. for the first time since she'd first shown up i wondered where she'd come from, and then told myself it was stupid. she obviously had been here long enough to be one of the house hold. for all i knew this was one of the workers here's lover or wife. rolling over onto my stomach i hoped she'd think i was sleeping, but no such luck. "get up." she said as if it had been asked of me several times before. i did as i asked, knowing well that if i didnt she'd have all the right to hurt me or kill me. looking at her i saw a bag, not food. sighing i knew that things probably wouldnt be any more pleasent than last night. "hold out your arms!" she demanded. i tried but then remembered the chains. "i can't"
"i forgot, hold them out then." her voice soften just a little, but not much. holding my hands she cut the chains. undoing the metal around my wrist. a light touch againts my skin made her flinch. so thats it. she can see my thoughts too. finally he knew what was going to get him out of there. focusing in on all the times i'd been seriously hurt, and grabbed her arm. she shuttered and began to weaken. i'd never given memorys like this, no one had ever been able to take them, but it worked as if i had done it before. shoving back she gave me what she could but i settled on a physical fight instead. i grabbed her and physically threw her across the room. getting up quickly she pinned me down with a memory she obviously hadnt ment for me to have. but when she was done i began to wonder if she had. it was a broken heart that i had never experienced. it was all encompasing, i lost my will to even run. tears streamed down her face as it echoed back to her and did more damage than i had ever been able to. "Eshana...." i gasped. the one thing i gleamed from her thoughts was that name. tears kept streaming down her face, but she was able to get chains on my wrist easily again. i considered apologizing but when she hit me across the face the thought disapeared.



i didnt see her for several days afterwards. my food came once a day, and i wasnt able to say a word to anyone. Eshana was hard to get out of my thoughts, mostly because half of the things i'd recently experienced were only her memorys. sometimes new memorys would surface, but nothing off of the subject of the other memorys. eventually i began sleeping entire days away, only waking up to eat or relieve myself. i drempt all the time of Eshana, of Kana and Gregore. of coming home again and being told i was no longer welcome because id been gone for so long. Kana and Gregore were married and had 12 children already, and there was Eshana dating Kyle, my best friend. when i tried telling my other friends about my abilitys they laughed. Eshana said that i was crazy and would laugh if i asked her why she didnt stand up for it. she said that she had played my game because it was funny to watch me struggle. and then we'd all sit down at a table and eat pie together laughing about the good old days when i pretended to be phsycic, and also when i pretended to get kidnapped to get attention, and eventually i believed those conversations because they all played over and over again in my head. it went to the point that i actually thought that my being in a dark cramped cellar was just a reacurring dream. it was down to that when Eshana came back. she woke me up gently and began forcing food down my throat. i struggled against her, but id eaten so little in the past few days that she had no trouble at all. after that i was lifted up, at first by someone that i thought was her, but when i cracked open my eyes, was a dark boy with an angry look on his face. so this is who will carry me to my death to tired to stay awake, i fell back to sleep.

i woke up on the softest bed id ever slept on. light, tons of it, came in through the large window across the room, near blinding me after a week of the dark cellar. my head spun and i had to look away. but away happened to be towards a vanity with eshana sitting at it. it struck me as odd for her to have me here after i'd hurt her like i had. all in all it was just confusing for me to be treated so well when these are slavers. i was just confused. Eshana paused at whatever she was doing and turned towards me. She smiled- something that confused me even further- and walked towards me, grabbing a bowl of food on the way. sitting beside me i saw she was very carefull no to touch me at all as she handed the bowl to me. sitting up slowly i ate the first bite with caution, but it tasted so good that i abandoned caution and began woolfing it down. she smiled wider and brushed a strand of loose hair from her face. i noticed for the first time since i saw her just how light her eyes, bright, as if she were laughing behind them. it made me want to smile, but i knew better than to trust a pretty face. "thank you" i managed to get out as i handed her the bowl back. i made it a point to touch her hand as she reached for it. no transfer. looking back out the window she got up and walked into another room. i made sure she was deffinantly out of the room before bolting out of the bed. it was hard, i still had a hard time of moving, but the two meals and the sleep id gotten had improved my stamina quite a bit. i spied a pair of scissors on the vanity and grabbed them putting my back to the wall next to the doorway. i heard her soft steps come down the hall and through the door. acting quickly i grabbed her from behind and pressed the oped scissors to her throat. she didnt scream like i thought she would, in fact she hardly reacted other than to attempt to grip my arm. "Dont do that Eshana." i warned quietly under my breath. "let me go Jack!" she said, panick in her voice. "im trying to save your god damn life, now let me go!" she wasnt lying, for some reason i knew, so i let her go and she shut the door.

She sat down on the bed and made a motion for me to join her, i refused and leaned against the door. Shrugging she pulled her overrobe off and looked towards the window. "so you know my name." i nodded and wondered at the silence that was filling in precious time. "your name is Jack, yes?" again i nodded, this time adding "what about it." my verbal answer was enough to draw a lightning fast glare. ducking my eyes, i did not see it come away from her face, a habit i later learned she had. "Eshana, listen, i just want to know why your helping me, or if you really want something else."
"sit next to me. i dont want to project."
"what?"
"id rather say this quietly, than have to make you hear it half way across the damn room." her eyes narrowed. i did what she asked, but kept a little bit of distance. i was already kicking myself for what i knew she was going to do next. her hand reached under her mattress while my back was turned. the second i sat down she had me on my back, blade to my throat. "Jackson, i dont know why the hell im helping you, in fact, your making this incredibly difficult, but ive never found another who can see my thoughts, and i dont know whether i want you dead or alive. in fact, your lucky that my father is in charge of this crew otherwise you would have been dead a week ago. do you understand me?" i nodded my head, careful of the blade pressing harder than i think she even intended. i looked up at her and she began smiling again. tossing the knife away she swept aside my hair. "its long. i should probably have someone cut it." and with that she broke my nose with her fist, knocking me out.

i woke up with a headache on the same bed id fallen asleep on. my hair was shorter though. my nose had a bandage too, and Eshana was no where in sight. i was chained to the bed, but other than that i felt pretty good. better than i had in several days in fact. it turned out my site wasnt as good as i had thought because as soon as i sat up she was there. sitting cross legged she smiled like it was a sleep over and watched for a minute. i struggled a bit to sit straight up, but when i did her smile widened just a little bit more. a thought swam across my mind but it was only half formed before she asked."so where did you live before this?"
"why do you care?"
"well im supposed to be saving you, id like to know a little more about you. i could find out for myself you know...." her eyes lingered on my chest and i spit it out. "minnesota....on a ranch...."
"good, i already knew that, but you know.....its nice to find out from the persons mouth."
"what about you? have you always lived here?"
she looked quizically at me for a moment and then answered. "im asking questions, not answering them. but no, i used to live in a city."
laying back down i decided i'd let her get on with the questioning and then mabey she'd leave me alone.