The Eleven

By R. Blair Sands

Strange powers can be used in many ways. A young girl begins to discover her metaphysical powers, one at a time, and grows up learning to use them wisely. After graduating from college, she decides she wants to use her powers for the good of mankind.

Politicians make her want to use her powers, and as the story proceeds, she gains a partner, then shortly thereafter, gains nine more partners, all of which have many and varied special powers.

The nine off-worlders were targeted by the highest political offices, and were sent to die, but were warned by their two newcomers, and managed to escape their death.

It is decided that all eleven will band together and set the world right, and you won't believe what they can do to politicians who need a little correcting. It's a tough life for the politicians, and gangs, and border wars to the south. The fact that the nine who were saved were from a spaceship, orbiting above gave the group even more abilities whenever they needed them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Blair Sands
• Release date: Sep 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301990573

R. Blair Sands

I began my writing career in 1972, while in Thule, Greenland on assignment with Ford Aerospace. My first novel never made it into print because I considered it too bad to print. Hopefully, I improved along the way. Now I have more books that I did publish, and hope everyone likes. You can read 10 percent of any of my books on Smashwords.com and I invite you to peruse them. Thankfully, people who read the previews, usually buy the book. Hope that keeps up...Thanks everyone...

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The Eleven

By

R. Blair Sands

First edition October 2011

The Eleven

Copyrighted © 2011

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Made In U.S.A.

To my Daughter Monique, who has given much encouragement to her father and who is a published author before her father.

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Excerpt of The Eleven

He sat leaned back in his chair, thinking about the meeting, when he suddenly noticed that his pen, which had been lying on his desk, was now elevated into the air about two feet above the desk. He was instantly alert, sitting up in his chair and reaching for the pen.

Before he could get it, the pen dropped back onto his desk, rolling to one side slightly. He stared at it as it rolled, knowing that he had done nothing which could have caused that event to occur.

Prologue

We have been told that, in the end times of this earth's history, there will large be magnitude disturbances in all areas of the world and that help will come from the most unlikely places. Help has come, in a form that most would not expect nor understand.

Who would think that there are people who have powers, mysterious powers that cannot be denied by the highest governmental officials? It seems that no person can prevent those who have these extraordinary powers, which they can use at any time and affect the masses, the government, individuals or the events of the unimaginable.

Such is currently the case. And it is happening in our world, as this is being written. The author knows of these people first hand from his involvement in the space agencies, and the letters agencies, including MI6 in London. So the facts are well known by many people. Of course, the whole book from start to finish has to be described as fantasy, but who knows what is true or not?

You do think its fiction, don't you?

Chapter One - I've always been this way.

When I was a little girl of five years old, I knew that I had unusual powers. I discovered this one day when I was all alone at home.

My mother, who was always ready to help a friend, had gone next door to take something to a neighbor. While she was gone, I saw a car coming down the road, pretty fast.

A cute little puppy, who must have been wandering along the side of the road, without warning, suddenly came out of the bushes at the side of the road and out into the path of the oncoming car. The driver, seeing the little dog, jammed on his brakes, screeching his tires.

I could see he wasn't going to stop in time. I didn't want the little dog to be hurt. I wanted him out of harm’s way, and somehow my mind must have taken over.

I was probably a hundred feet away from the road, and before anyone could have thought anything I had transported myself to the little dog, grabbed him up, and was back on my front porch, holding him tightly against my chest, all in a few micro-seconds.

The driver of the car was beside himself, his nerves jangling and after getting his car fully stopped. He got out and started looking for the little dog, which he was sure he must have hit.

Also, he saw me appear in front of his car and then disappear so fast that he thought he had also hit me. Then seeing me on the porch, he began yelling at me in a purely emotional and shaking voice, asking me if I were stupid or something, running out in front of a car like that.

He was obviously extremely emotionally disturbed by the events that had just occurred. He couldn't have been blamed for his emotional state, under the circumstances.

I told him, "Well, I didn't want you to run over this little dog.

After a few seconds, my mother hearing all the sound of screeching brakes, a man screeching at her daughter, came running from next door.

All she could see was a tall man, about six feet standing in the street, obviously distraught, yelling at her daughter who was sitting on the front porch of their house, holding a little puppy. She didn't know where her daughter had gotten the puppy, but she could see that her daughter looked scared of the man, because of his yelling at her.

What on earth is going on here, she yelled back at the man?

When the man began telling her about what had just happened, and how her little girl had suddenly appeared in front of his fast approaching car, after his brakes were applied, and then suddenly gone again, with puppy in hand, she could hardly believe her ears.

He added, I was sure I had hit her, because I couldn't see her anymore until I got out and then saw her on the porch over there, he said pointing in my direction.

The man suddenly stopped talking, and his face took on a rather odd look, one of wonder and awe. His emotions were slowly beginning to calm down, and rational reasoning was just barely beginning to take over.

How could she have done that? then quickly added, What she did was absolutely impossible for anyone to do.

My mother didn't have a satisfactory answer, even for her own mind, because she hadn't seen for herself what had transpired. She asked me, Is that what happened?

Yes mama, I said hanging my head, thinking that I must have done something seriously wrong.

My mother, seeing my reaction, suddenly softened her voice, saying, Its okay Debra. You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, what you did was right. But how did you do it?

I don't know mama; I just didn't want the little puppy to be hurt. I thought he was going to die.

The driver of the car, who had been standing by, listening to everything, offered an opinion, "I have never seen anything like it.

She was just suddenly there, grabbing the puppy, and then was suddenly gone. It was so fast I couldn't even be sure it happened, but after having stopped and then getting out, I could see her on the porch of your house, sitting, holding the puppy as if nothing had happened.

I'd say it was some mystery. I mean I know that little puppy was on the road directly in front of my car. I saw him come out from the side of the road. I didn't think I would be able to stop in time to keep from hitting him."

My mother and the man spoke more about the event but finally said goodbye, and the man hollered over to me, Goodbye Debra. I am sorry that I yelled at you, and I'm glad you were able to save the puppy. Please be careful.

At the time, I was a little too young to understand the mechanics of what I did, but since no one was angry at me; I surmised everything was going to be alright.

We could never find the owner of the puppy, and, as a result, I got to keep him. I wanted to pick a neat name for him, and couldn't think of one.

My mother said to me, Well, it's over, and you are safe and the little dog is lucky to be alive. I thought about that for a minute, and then it hit me. I gave him the name of Lucky.

It was, however, only the earliest knowledge of my powers that would eventually come, one at a time as I might come across a need for them.

It was an unusually long time before I could control them without the normal emotional content that had caused the first event to manifest.

I discovered my second power when I was eight years old. I was at school in the second grade, and one day while out in the play yard for recess, one of the boys began heckling me and starting to push me around making me nervous and a little scared. I didn't like what he was doing and asked him to, please stop.

He didn't pay any attention to my request; showing everyone that he didn't care, and continued pushing at me, bullying me and some of the other kids began gathering around to watch.

I began to get angry at him because he just didn't have the right to force me or anyone else around. The next time he pushed me, I was prepared, and just kept moving in the direction he had pushed me until I was out of his range of possible activity.

I totally disappeared, right in the middle of the play yard. No one could see me.

One of the teachers, however, did see exactly what happened, and when I finally did re-appear in another spot on the playground, she called to me. I went over to her, hoping for her protection, which she obviously gave, just by her presence.

She asked me to come inside with her, and when we went into the classroom, she began asking me about what happened.

I started to explain to her that the boy had been bullying me, and she stopped me.

I mean about your disappearance. How did that happen? Did it scare you when that happened?

I told her that I didn't know how it happened, but couldn't deny to her that it did. She was totally amazed, and after we had finished our conversation, she went into her office. I found out later that she called my mother telling her all about it.

When I got home that afternoon, my mother asked me about it again. Her voice was not angry, so I didn't think I was in trouble, especially since I had done nothing wrong to the boy.

I didn't understand why the teacher and my mother were so interested in what had happened. To me, I had done nothing out of the ordinary.

When I arrived at the age of nine, I found my psychic powers coming into play, and then I began to understand things a lot faster. I could tell what my mother was thinking, what my teachers were thinking, what other people around me were thinking, and knew what they were about to do.

This gift came simultaneously with the ability to make visions for others to see in their mind, even though the things they were seeing weren't happening. My world was rapidly changing.

The next time someone was about to give me a hard time, I gave them a vision of me growing larger in size to be about a hundred fifty pounds more than I was, and bigger and taller, which of course made them have a different idea of what they had been about to do.

It also scared them, even to the extent that they were afraid to tell anyone, although there was a boy who did, and since there were lots of other witnesses around to his bullying me, and they were not privy to seeing the picture, they laughed him into hasty silence.

One day, at school, I reacted with some of my power, without the emotion of fear that usually brought my abilities to the forefront. I noticed that the school bully was laughing and pointing at me to his friends.

In a particularly subtle humor, I quietly made myself invisible, walked over to where he and his friends were and just slapped the back of his head. Then I left and went back to where I had been. When I looked again, all the boys had left the playground and went inside.

I learned, by reading their minds that they were rather frightened at what happened because they couldn't understand it. That seed, planted in my mind would prove to be useful in the future, and I was already forming ideas of what my future would be like.

My unique talents could be used for many things: power over others, revenge, and the benefit of mankind too. It would eventually happen that all three things would become necessary as I proceeded through life. But I was young yet, and had much to learn.

One day, while taking a test in school, when the teacher gave out the test sheets, Debra just took her pen and went down the line putting a check mark in the right box for each question. It took her less than a minute to complete.

As the teacher walked by her desk again, coming back from giving the tests to the other students, Debra handed her test paper back to the teacher.

The teacher looked at her, then at her paper, and noticed that every answer was filled in. I'll have to check this one, she said, her voice sounding as if she believed that most of them would be wrong.

Debra read that in her mind and said to her, They're all correct, Miss Greely. I know them all.

Miss Greely looked over her glasses at Debra with what looked like a disapproving look, but said nothing and went back to checking the paper. When she found out that every answer was indeed correct, she couldn't believe her eyes. She had to admit to herself that Debra certainly did know the answers.

Well you did respectable Miss Debra Hander. You did get them all right.

Miss Greely didn't bother to call Debra's mother on this one, but in her mind, it was just one more thing to consider about Debra who was becoming a total mystery to her. She'd let this one pass and see what else Debra might be able to do. She was beginning to see some of the remarkable abilities Debra had, and was starting to put it all together.

Donald, the school bully, was getting tired of Debra making him look pathetic. He decided he was going to do some damage that she would remember. He would show his power to others and let Debra know just who did own the playground of this school.

Debra was way ahead of him though. She simply read that he had found a small piece of pipe lying in the grass, over against a property fence line and what he was going to do with it. As she watched he came across the playground, directly toward her, his friends in tow. She visualized in her mind the pipe getting extremely hot.

And Donald, pipe in hand suddenly had to drop it because it was too hot to handle. He and his buddies watched in amazement, that turned to fear, as the pipe just melted on the ground right in front of them.

They could not understand what happened and didn't even have a way to figure out that it was Debra that caused the little event. But Debra had learned another lesson in her book of abilities. Keep your talents hidden as much as possible. This too could be useful in the future that she was making for herself.

The day of graduation finally arrived, and with it the pleasure of seeing her mother and teachers pride in her. She had been a straight A student all the way through school, never failing a test, and could be questioned about anything she had learned and would have a ready answer. She was graduating with the highest honors ever given to a student.

But even though she had done so well, when it came to be Donald's time to come up for his diploma, he blurted out that Debra had been a cheat all along. He was obviously a pathetic loser who intended to get even at least once. It didn't work.

Debra put a picture in his mind, and his mind only, of an enormous tiger standing on his hind legs, inches in front of Donald's face, roaring at the top of its lungs, it's mouth wide open, saliva dripping from its lips. Its fangs seemed ready to rip his face to shreds.

Donald suddenly stopped mid-sentence and began screaming, turning and running from the stage in absolute fear for his life. Poor Donald was never going to live that one down.

Chapter Two - The Grouchy Old Man

As the heat of the summer came to a close and the brilliant colors of fall began to appear on the trees and shrubs, Debra Handers prepared for the long journey to her first year in