Gifted Series Omnibus Collection Books 1-3

By John R. Sankovich

The world is divided and the gifted are in the middle. 

The first three books in the Gifted Series.

 

She has the power of mind over matter. But if she can't move heaven and earth, her town could be doomed.

 

Rebecca Stevens is terrified someone will find out. Forced to practice her growing telekinesis behind her family's back, the sixteen-year-old mayor's daughter knows his hard stance against the gifted would drive a rift through the community. But when she and her brother are caught in the crossfire of a late-night C-store robbery, she instinctively unleashes her skills to stop a bullet.

 

With her ability exposed by the gas station's security video and the townsfolk up in arms, Rebecca flees with her family to safety. But a superhuman psycho stalker puts her loved ones at risk, and the embattled teenager fears she isn't strong enough to prevent a horrific tragedy…

 

Will Rebecca find her strength in time to defend all she holds dear?

 

Awakening is the action-packed first book in the Gifted superhero urban fantasy series. If you like gutsy characters, spectacular talents, and epic battles, then you'll adore John R. Sankovich's riveting tale.

 

She vowed to stay out of trouble. With her archenemy hellbent on vengeance, it's a promise she'll have to break…

 

Rebecca Stevens is just trying to keep her head down. Desperate to rescue her father from prosecution, the sixteen-year-old superhuman has agreed to not use her powers. But when her nemesis, The Collector, kidnaps her dad in revenge, she has little choice but to resume her heroics.

 

Trapped between the fiend's villainous forces and the new threat of the U.S. military, Rebecca struggles to work out whose side she's on. And with friends turning into foes, the reluctant champion fears she can't even save her family, let alone the world.

 

Backed into a corner and wrestling with chaos, can the tortured teenager turn certain defeat into victory?

 

Omen is the captivating second book in the Gifted superhero urban fantasy series. If you like believable characters, jaw-dropping twists and turns, and thrilling edge-of-your-seat action, then you'll love John R. Sankovich's fast-paced adventure.

 

Her community is once again under siege. But this time her legendary powers aren't helping…

 

Rebecca Stevens longs for approval. Accepting that she can't avoid the destiny her gifts have thrust upon her, the teenage hero still struggles with those in town who blame her for all their troubles. And when a young ally nearly dies and is orphaned in a vicious attack, she vows to bring the insanity to a halt.

 

Unable to track down the perpetrator, Rebecca fears her old enemy has found another way to torment her small hometown. And her only option to smoke the villain out may be to walk into the lion's den and offer herself as bait…

 

Can Rebecca defeat a shadowy force that refuses to face her?

 

Control is the suspenseful third book in the Gifted superhero urban fantasy series. If you like determined heroines, mysterious paranormal antagonists, and emotional rollercoasters, then you'll love John R. Sankovich's page-turning novel.

 

Buy Gifted: Control to unearth an unseen fiend today!

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Sankovich
• Release date: Nov 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223795247

John R. Sankovich

Even as a young child I was always conjuring up stories and filling them with colorful characters, sharing them with anyone and everyone who would listen. Since then, I’ve progressed quite a bit to formulating longer and more complex stories and sharing them with much larger audiences. When I'm not writing, I'm an avid Carolina Panther fan, video game player, and a Walking Dead aficionado. I wouldn't be able to do this with the support of my family, wife, two daughters, and son. Along with our zoo at home with 3 dogs, 3 frogs, a turtle, leopard gecko, sugar glider, a cat, and numerous fish. You might be surprised that with all these possible distractions, I still manage to write on a daily basis.

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Gifted Series Books 1-3

Gifted: Awakening

Gifted: Omen

Gifted: Control

John R. Sankovich

Copyright © 2023 by John R. Sankovich

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Gifted: Awakening

John R. Sankovich

Copyright © 2018 by John R. Sankovich

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

Rebecca Stevens stared at the crate twenty yards away; a soft fall breeze blew her hair across her eyes. The weight of the railroad spike hovering nearby rested on her mind. The sensation of a foreign object inside her head quickened her pulse, like always. At her command, the spike spun. Her skill had improved over the past months, during her very limited practice time, but one thing remained constant; if she didn’t manage her emotions, she lost any sort of accuracy. Perfect concentration was required, and she hardly ever achieved that.

With her energy focused, sweat ran down her back and neck. The trees nearby rattled. A twig snapped, and she glanced toward the sound. A dog stood in the clearing, its brown eyes studying her. At least he wouldn’t give away her secret.

A tingle intensified in her fingertips to the point of triggering an adrenaline rush, and she flung the spike toward the target. With a whoosh, the spike nailed the target a bit to the left. The wood box splintered, the crack of the wood echoed, and birds scattered from the nearby foliage and the dog barked once before he ran. The spike drove into the ground, out of sight, behind a puff of dirt, as the force propelled it deep. Someone shouted in the distance, and she bolted toward the cover of the trees. She hid in the shadows of the trees like a criminal. Her body shook from the telekinetic exertion and with someone hearing the sound, they would come investigate. She needed to get out of here.

Her hands quivered, and she knelt on the hard soil to calm her twitchy nerves. She hated the weakness in her stomach after every use of her power, but her instincts nagged at her to practice. The control would get easier. It had to.

She dug into her backpack slung over a tree branch and pulled out her cell phone. Only two text messages from her dad, both told her to get home for dinner. She replied she was at the library and hurried through the forest as the sun set behind her. Her dad, the mayor of Peakside, would never understand what she was doing. He had been under constant pressure to do something about the growing voice of the public against people with powers. Her father kept it to himself, but she knew he felt the burden. She hoped he would do the right thing; whatever that was. Maybe someday she would trust someone with her secret, but so far, she couldn’t. The world wouldn’t allow her to.

At the edge of the woods, she scanned the adjacent street. Night crept through the neighborhood as the sun fell behind the horizon. Shadows reached forward like prying fingers as gloom surrounded her. A familiar loneliness fell upon her. Porch lights dotted the neighborhood, and a dog howled. She hitched up her backpack and ran. Darkness scared her; she didn’t know why, but every time she was alone in the dark her nerves twisted into knots.

A pair of young men sat in a dark car near the forest. Smoke billowed up from the driver’s side when one of them opened his door. Did she see a flicker of fire on his arm? She looked away. That was impossible.

Hey, girlie, have you seen my dog? the man called out. His voice had a raspy sound to it, like he suffered from smokers’ cough. It’s a small puppy.

Rebecca glanced back at him, but didn’t offer an answer. In the pocket of her sweatshirt, she clenched her fists; a faint energy pulsed in her arms. The television news images of the gifted kid murdered flashed through her mind. These men could have heard the noise in the park. Could she end up like the other gifted children who were murdered out of fear? The idea drove her onward without a word.

You too good to answer me? the man yelled.

The car door slammed. A second later, the engine revved. They were after her. Fear shot through her veins, and she didn’t have time to give it a second thought. With them already in the car, she didn’t want to risk her life to stop them. She didn’t even know if she could stop them if she tried. She could move small objects like her laptop and the railroad spike, but the heaviest thing she had moved with her mind was the washing machine. But a car? She couldn’t fathom doing that while she dashed down the street.

Rebecca bolted toward the corner and hooked around it. She hoped to put some distance between them. Her sneakers slapped against the pavement, still three blocks away from her house. Tired from her telekinetic training session, her body revolted—cramps hit her legs and she stumbled. She couldn’t outrun them, so she frantically searched the neighborhood for a place to hide. The first fence she came to, she scrambled over and landed next to a tree. Her throat burned. Her chest heaved.

Rebecca peered through the thin slats in the fence, but no one drove past. Maybe she’d overreacted. She lowered her sweaty head. The cool night sent a chill down her back. Her telekinesis curled around her like a scarf and she closed her eyes, comforted.

Her breath caught at the squeak of a door. Behind her, a man stood on the porch in a white tank top. A cigarette dangled from his lip, the embers illuminated his face in orange shadows. She clenched the edge of the fence, ready to bolt again.

The porch light came alive. Rebecca, what are you doing in my yard? Is everything okay?

Relief swelled through her. Her science teacher, Mr. Randolph, greeted her with a smile. He was a nice guy who always joked with the class and one of the few people who had chosen neutrality in the whole gifted person versus civilian debate.

I thought some guys were after me, but I think I’ve lost them. Rebecca fought back a tremble.

Really? His plump face squished with concern. He scanned the street beyond his fence. Come inside. We’ll call your parents.

Thank you. She brushed away some twigs caught between the strands of her hair.

Mr. Randolph smashed his cigarette under his foot. Sorry, bad habit.

She followed him inside and stole a quick glance back into the street beyond his fence. No sign of her pursuers. The warmth of the house soaked into her bones and the fear vanished. She trusted the teacher as much as she could trust anyone. Luck was on her side tonight.

The phones on the counter. He locked the door behind him.

She dialed her house. Her father picked up right away. Dad, I’m sorry.

Rebecca, where the hell are you? I thought I told you to be home before dark, her father said.

She knew this was coming. I’m three blocks down the street. I thought someone was chasing me.

Chasing you? Are you okay? What happened? I’ll call Patrick.

No, I’m fine, and I’m not sure I could tell Patrick much, as it’s dark and I couldn’t see them that well. I’m at Mr. Randolph’s house. You know, my science teacher, you met him last semester.

Let me talk to Mr. Randolph.

He wants to talk to you, Rebecca said. She mouthed her apology and Mr. Randolph smiled.

She handed the phone to Mr. Randolph, who finished pouring himself a cup of coffee before taking the receiver. She slumped against the doorway and examined her ragged nails.

Yes, she’s fine. I found her in my yard. Mr. Randolph took a sip from his mug. A smile creased his lips. I understand. Would you like me to bring her home? He nodded. No, of course. She won’t leave here until he arrives. You have my word. Mr. Randolph hung up the phone. Someone will be here soon.

Sorry about that.

No problem. He’s concerned you were hurt. I was the same way with my daughter when she was your age. Make yourself comfortable while you’re here.

She never recalled him mentioning his daughter ever before. She strolled into the living room and examined the pictures hung along the walls. His daughter sat on a younger Mr. Randolph’s lap in a family portrait. The living room furniture seemed old, but still in good shape. The lack of a television surprised her.

He carried a satchel into the room and tossed it on the coffee table. It slapped against the wood and she jumped. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms helped calm her frayed nerves a little. Your father seems like a good man.

Yeah, he has his moments, she said.

He took another sip from his mug before he unsnapped the satchel. You can have a seat while you wait. I’m just grading some papers.

A car horn honked, and she headed for the door. That’s him. Thank you again. I’m sorry to bother you.

He flashed a genuine smile. You’re a smart girl. You did what you thought was right. It was no problem.He stood to let her out, but she’d already opened the door. I’ll see you Tuesday. Enjoy the three-day weekend.

She hurried to the car and stopped at the sight of her father’s head of security, Eric. He frowned at her. We need to talk.

I’m sorry. She slid into the passenger seat. I lost track of time.

I thought we made a deal that you would call me to pick you up from the library when you were ready, he said and backed out of the driveway. Eric had worked for her father for over a decade—he was family.

I thought I’d make it before dark. She slumped down in the seat as a lecture was incoming.

Let’s not do this again. You know, since the kid with those water powers was murdered, things have gotten crazy around here. Your father needs to know you’re safe.

She cringed and shook her head; she loved her father and felt bad because of her secret. With the way she heard him talk to the other politicians, things would get worse for gifted people. She feared the idea she’d overheard; they were trying to figure out a way to track people with powers. She imagined a barcode on her forehead, or something embedded in her skin. The thought made her squirm.

I promise I’ll never do it again. A promise she didn’t intend to keep, but if Eric told her father that, it would make him feel better, which put her mind at ease a little.

There was another attack tonight. The rumor is it’s the group of people who follow The Collector guy again, he said. Twelve people dead. Nine of them kids. This wasn’t a scare tactic. He wanted her to know what sort of situation her father dealt with tonight.

Eric always kept Rebecca updated on current happenings. The knowledge made her feel better, even though it was primarily violent news.

Rebecca lowered her head to hide her frustration. Things were worse for people like her, all because of some mystery guy who lead a bunch of gifted people on a crime spree. Her telekinesis tingled in her stomach at the change in her mood. She swallowed the anger and gazed out the window. She didn’t have anyone to talk to because everyone in her family was normal unless her father’s way of dealing with stress was a superpower. Despite how dire things had gotten, he always remained calm and collected, unless it came to her. That was a surefire way for him to lose it. She didn’t enjoy the special attention with her. Alex, her brother, got away with everything. Suppressing her guilt, she let out a shaky groan.

As Eric pulled into the driveway, Tony, her father’s other security guard, awaited them in front of the two story Victorian house. News vans lined the street outside and as they pulled up, the reporters mobbed the car. Their words blurred into one large rumble. Over the years, she grew accustomed to ignore their inquiries, but lately, their questions about people with powers were hard to avoid. Each one stung like a dagger of accusation because no one knew about her telekinesis.

Sorry about this. Eric didn’t have to apologize; she knew it came with the territory of the mayor’s daughter, after all. She’d been around it for the past five years.

Tony, a monster of a man, shoved his way through to the passenger door and opened it for her. Tony forcefully pulled Rebecca inside the house, where the stark slam of the door cut off the reporter’s questions.

Inside the foyer, her father sat in his overstuffed chair, a gigantic pile of papers stacked on his lap. Natilee, his personal assistant, came from the back room. Her well pressed black pants suit with her brown hair tied up in a tight bun that made the throbbing veins at her temple more visible. She didn’t handle stress as well as her father. Rebecca learned quickly how to tell what sort of mood Natilee was in by a glance at her temple. If it fluttered like a hummingbird, keep your conversation short; if it was steady, then she was approachable. She smiled at Rebecca and then turned back to her father.

I’m sorry, Dad. She swallowed and focused on staying calm. She needed to keep the blaze of emotions in check so she could keep her gift controlled.

These are signed. Her father handed the papers to Natilee, and she hurried toward the back of the house. He made his intentions clear when he set his glasses on the table next to him. Time with his family was more important than work, and Natilee’s respect for the rule allowed her to keep her job longer than any of the other assistants.

Becca, come here. Her father leaned forward in his chair. His brow creased as he rubbed his temples. It’s okay. I’m sorry I flipped out. Things are a bit out of control, as you can see. Her father waved his hand toward the window absentmindedly.

Her mother rushed into the living room. Honey, are you all right? Your dad said someone chased you. She pulled Rebecca into an embrace. Having her close was comforting. She gave her mother a quick squeeze back and pulled away. The scent of strawberries filled her head, and she smiled.

Eric, who had escorted Rebecca’s mother in from the kitchen, went to his post by the front door.

I’ve called Patrick. He’ll stop by after dinner. You don’t need to worry. He understands, her mother said. A buzzer went off from the kitchen and her mother hesitated. She frowned. Dinner’s in the oven. She zipped off without another word.

Rebecca set her backpack on the couch and sat next to it. She leaned forward on the plush couch positioned directly across from her father. Revealing her ability to him crossed her mind, but she sighed instead. There was no way he would understand. The oak table sat between them, and the reflection of the few red embers in the fireplace glowed with an occasional pop of life. She fidgeted with the strings of her sweatshirt as his brown-eyed glare bore into her until she finally met his stare. Her mother was always there for her, but her father was the one she respected.

Where were you? His voice remained calm and inviting, which was never a good sign. He always remained under control. The tone of his voice made it clear he meant business. The world could collapse around him and he would keep everyone else composed. She admired his ability to remain calm while she felt like insects crawled around inside her at the first sign of chaos.

At the library, studying. She kept her eyes up. Backing down from his gaze, it would give him a reason to think she lied, so she met his hard gaze.

No, you weren’t. I checked there when the attack at the after-school center happened. Want to try again? He searched her face.

Um… her voice cracked, and he noticed. His eyebrows rose briefly. She should have never tried to get one over on him. Too late to backtrack now, she needed to keep up her facade.

I will love you no matter where you were, so tell me, where were you? He moved from the chair and sat next to her. He rested his hand on top of her fidgeting hands and they came to a stop. His warmth spread through her like a storm front and she blinked back the anguish. She wanted to tell him everything, but her mouth refused to spit out the words.

I went for a walk through the forest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but… Rebecca stopped. He held her hands tight as she twitched to break free.

It’s okay. You’re sixteen and going through a lot of teenage stuff. Please don’t lie to me. I can’t protect you if you do. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. I love you.

The stubble on his chin scratched her nose. I love you too, Dad.

Now, get upstairs and wash up for dinner. He stood. Natilee?

Natilee appeared from another room a moment later, a cell phone in one hand and another pile of paperwork under her other arm. Rebecca stood to leave.

The press wants a statement. Natilee said, as Rebecca brushed by. The vein at her temple remained steady, finally. Her hazel eyes were damp, like she had been crying. Had she heard their conversation? Why would she care?

Her father glanced out the window. I’ll tell them what I know, which isn’t much.

Dad?

Yes, dear? He faced Rebecca and, for the first time, he seemed to be beaten down by the way things had gone over the past months.

Where’s Alex?

Upstairs, probably on the phone with Yasmine. He turned back to the window. Natilee handed him the phone.

It’s the national media. Natilee’s eyes glimmered for a moment, which stopped Rebecca short, but then she told herself what she had seen was nothing more than the reflection of the fire.

Rebecca thought about going into the kitchen, but went upstairs instead. When her mother cooked, there wasn’t anything that could disturb her. Completely unlike her father, she buckled under the first sign of pressure and relied on cooking to get over it. She’d been cooking a lot lately.

Throwing her backpack on her oak four-poster bed, she went into her bathroom and washed her hands. She looked at them as water dripped off the tips of her fingers into the sink. Energy seeped into her palms and she clenched her fists. She wished she could tell someone about her telekinesis. Tears fell from her eyes and she sat on the toilet. She mentally floated a towel off the rack and she snatched it to wipe her eyes.

The soft cotton comforted her, but she continued to wonder what it would be like to never have her ability. Her power made her different, and that frightened her enough to keep everything a hidden. While most of her friends lived carefree lives, she had to keep a secret from those she cared about most. If she revealed her ability, the public might make an example out of her, The daughter of the mayor is gifted; no wonder he is so partial to freaks. Or worse; if anyone found out, The Followers of The Collector might hurt her family. She paled at the thought. What chaos would happen if her father disappeared? They had attempted nothing so far, but the moment they killed the kid, the entire world as she knew it had gone to ruin. She hung the towel up and entered her room again.

The idea of telling her family about her gift caused her to grimace with discomfort. She didn’t know how they would react, which was more worrisome than her telekinesis any day. Her parents loved her now, but if they found out she could move things with her mind, how would they feel? If she told them, it wouldn’t remain a secret much longer as the press would find out through some leak as things of this nature did. After that, Rebecca’s limited privacy would vanish and she would become a target instead of some random encounter like tonight.

Stripping out of her dirty sweatshirt, she looked at her faded jeans and T-shirt.

Hey, sis, Alex’s voice jolted Rebecca.

She spun toward him. He wore a grin like he always did when he had some plan. What’s up?

Are you okay? I heard what happened.

How did you find out already? This was exactly why she could never reveal her gift. Things spread like wildfire through this house.

Come on really? I found out like two seconds after Eric left, Alex sat on the edge of her bed.

She looked at herself in the mirror across the room and frowned. Secrets definitely weren’t this family’s specialty. I’m fine. Don’t worry so much, I can take care of myself.

Great, so after dinner, do you want to go to the movies with Yasmine and I?

Mom and Dad wouldn’t allow that without either Tony or Eric, especially after what happened tonight. She pulled a well-worn sweatshirt from her closet and slipped it over her head, encompassing her in a shield of comfort she desperately needed.

I’ve already got permission. A grin appeared on his face. He had a way with their parents and got more freedom than she had ever experienced. She wondered if it was because he was a guy or because he was older—probably both.

Why are you asking me to go? Rebecca glared at him. She didn’t trust him when he put this much thought into something that involved her. She always ended up with the short end of the stick.

Because… His grin widened.

Why? Her brother always danced the fine line between the rules.

Kellen will be with us.

She laughed. Kellen was the star football quarterback, and Alex’s best friend. So? Doesn’t Yasmine have, like, girls lined up-to-date Kellen?

Yeah, but he isn’t after a date, just a friend. He just broke up with Gretchen. Like today.

So, the rumor at school today was true. At least it had taken the focus off of the whole gifted versus innocent argument, which had made school more dangerous for those in the outcast section. So, why me instead of some other one of your female friends?

Do I have to have a reason? I thought you might like to get out for the night. If you don’t, it’s cool. He stood.

Out with her brother, Kellen, and Yasmine sounded better than at home with the parents while reporters surrounded the house. Fine. I’ll go.

CHAPTER TWO

The moment Patrick, the police chief, stepped into the room, all thoughts of going out vanished. He had flushed cheeks, as if he had run a mile, and large beads of sweat protruded from his forehead. His narrow, haunted eyes pinned Rebecca in her seat. He removed his hat, revealing a mop of graying hair, and sat down at the dining room table. His large keychain rattled against the wooden kitchen chair. The meal they had finished fifteen minutes ago crawled its way up Rebecca’s throat. His lips curled into a weak smile. Not a normal friendly visit today.

Would you like some coffee, Patrick? Rebecca’s mom asked. The smile on her mom’s face reminded Rebecca of how young her mom used to be. In the kitchen's corner sat a picture from college where Patrick and her parents stood in front of their university. Her father loved to tell people how their friendship started when they all protested something about animal testing. She squirmed under Patrick’s gaze.

Yes, please, Sue. He ran his hand over his head and let out a sigh. The way he examined Rebecca like she was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight gave her goosebumps. Hello, Rebecca.

Hi. Her throat dried up on her and she licked her lips. She folded her hands in front of her and squeezed her fingers tight. That should keep her power from getting out of control. She gritted her teeth and stared at Patrick. Lying to her parents was one thing, but lying to him was actually illegal.

How’s it going out there? Her dad sat across from Rebecca at the table. He clutched his own coffee mug to keep his hands steady.

All available officers are at the location of the bombing; lots to clean up. Patrick nodded when Mom placed a mug in front of him. Rebecca, as you can tell, time’s short. So, I’m sorry to have to rush this, but what exactly happened?

It’s okay. The thought of reliving the incident again sent a shiver through her and she looked to her parents for support. They leaned forward in their chairs with their lips pressed together. This whole situation worried them, which made her palms slick with sweat. Taking a deep breath, she began. I was coming out of the forest down the street and some guy called out, asking if I saw his missing puppy.

Patrick scribbled the information down on his notepad. Did you get a good look at the man?

No, but he got out of a sporty car. I think an older model. It reminded me of an old muscle car. I think it was black, but the streetlight was out so it could have been any dark color. She closed her eyes to search her memory for any other details. Nothing. Her fingers involuntarily dug into her palm, and she opened her eyes. The sound of the man’s voice rang in her head. He sounded so angry when she didn’t answer him. Like he didn’t get rejected often, and it intensified his irritation. The small hairs on her arms bristled at the memory, and energy rose from her gut. She swallowed and reached for her glass of water from her dinner earlier. The cold of the glass helped cool her down, and she rotated the cup. Her fingers adjusted to the chill as she tried to regain control of her power as it seeped through her limbs.

Anything else? Patrick watched her, his gaze unnerving. Criminals must have buckled under his questions all the time. She stared at a drip of condensation on the glass as it ran down the glass.

He had a friend and I remember a cloud of smoke stream out of the car when he opened the door. The way it floated off the man remained a prominent image. The spooky appearance had become burned into her memory.

Did anyone else notice them? Patrick leaned in closer.

Mr. Randolph, her science teacher, her father said before Rebecca could respond. He would remember that part, wouldn’t he?

Did he? Patrick asked.

I don’t know. I jumped over his fence and hid by his tree, but I’m not sure he saw the car or the guys. She took a sip of water, the liquid washed through her, and the growing energy paused. I’m not even sure they chased me. Tears stung her eyes as realization set in. Maybe she wasted Patrick’s time. She shut her eyes to keep the emotion from overtaking her. Did they find out about her powers? If so, how? She had been minding her own business. A reassuring hand touched Rebecca, and she looked at her mother, who nodded her approval.

Where was this exactly? He licked the tip of his pen and waited for her answer. It made her nervous, the way he scanned her face, like he expected her to lie.

Right by the entrance of the forest. They seemed like they were waiting for someone. Her mind raced to think of anything else, but nothing else came to her and the lack of details frustrated her. She wanted to provide enough information to arrest the men, but she ran and now those guys could frighten someone else. The pop of her knuckles surprised her as she clenched her fist to soothe her regret. Taking a deep breath, she let it out gradually to calm her nerves.

What were you doing in the forest? His sharp gaze stuck her to the chair. Fresh embarrassment flashed across her cheeks.

Her throat seized, and she looked at her parents. They raised their eyebrows in unison as she turned back to Patrick. I cut through there on my way home from the library. It’s my favorite place to be on a nice evening. The lie would have to work, and she forced herself to keep her chin up. She kept her eyes on Patrick. He stared at his notepad, tapping the pen on the top as he remained silent.

He nodded, and she feared her brain would fry with all the stories she had to keep straight. Patrick waited as she fidgeted and struggled to keep her nerves under control. The pressure of everyone’s gaze aggravated her. The hair on the back of her neck prickled, and Rebecca leaned forward. I’ve told you everything I know. What else do you want?

Do you have anything else to add? Patrick asked.

No, I’m sorry. She slumped back into the chair, relieved the questions were over. I heard about the daycare attack. What happened? She blurted it out without thinking. Blush rose to her cheeks, and she bit her tongue. A thought kept bothering her, and she wondered if it had any connection to the attack on the boy.

Rebecca, don’t worry about that. Her mother’s exasperation was obvious in the high tone of her voice. Rebecca thought of a quick retort, but kept it to herself instead of escalating the situation.

It was Patrick’s turn to be defensive. He closed the notepad, cleared his throat, and took another long swig of his coffee. Either a red tint of embarrassment rose to his cheeks or he struggled to keep his anger in check. He tapped his fingers against the handle of the mug while he pondered her question. His eyes narrowed. I’m not at liberty to speak about an ongoing investigation.

She kept her icy stare on him. Something told her this was more than a bombing. Did it have to do with that kid with the water powers who was murdered? The anger in her raised her voice, and she scared herself. Where was this anger coming from? She didn’t know any of the victims, but something bugged her about the situation.

Her father interrupted. Honey, this isn’t about that investigation. This is about what happened to you. I’m sure Patrick has everything under control.

Patrick took another sip from his mug and picked up his hat. I’m not at liberty to speak about an ongoing investigation. He nodded to her parents and stood. I need to get going.

The police PR person probably prepared that stupid political line. His lack of answers frustrated her more than it should have. If the attack had a connection to the other crimes, it meant that things might spiral out of control. Gifted people killing in retaliation of the boy’s death might start a chain reaction of chaos. She almost leapt out of her chair, but kept seated with her ankles twisted around the legs of the chair. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.

There’s nothing to worry about. We’ve got this under control. Just worry about staying out of the forest for a while and you’ll be fine, Patrick said.

I know it’s scary, but I assure you the police will find the people responsible and put them behind bars. The glare in her father’s eyes told her to end the conversation right then. Her gift rose, feeding off her anger like a fresh batch of coal in a train engine, but she clenched her jaw to keep it contained.

Patrick slipped his hat back over his hair. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to pass this information on to the detective assigned to your case. If you remember anything else, your father knows how to reach me.

Mom walked Patrick to the door. Before she left the room, she shot a warning glare back at Rebecca. With her ability’s continued growth, it was only a matter of time before she slipped up and someone noticed. Maybe she should tell her parents and end the anxiety, but she knew they would freak out and the mere thought of them scared of her made her want to keep her telekinesis an even bigger secret.

Rebecca, what’s got in to you tonight? You know better than that, her father said. He was nice enough to come down to ask you questions instead of sending some random detective. You didn’t need to put him on the spot. You know he can’t answer questions about an ongoing investigation.

But what if it’s tied to that boy, like retaliation or something? She hated the desperation in her voice as she searched her father’s eyes for any connection. Nothing. He refused to go into this with her. Business and family remained separate to him. Fine. Her gift squeezed her chest and her face flushed in response to her telekinetic energy. She slammed her fist on the table, hoping to calm the uncomfortable feeling; instead, the energy flooded her fingers, ready for action. She covered her face to hide her terror. Her power beckoned, wanting release, and right now her mind focused on her father. She felt her father’s gaze on the backside of her hands.

She clenched her teeth and lowered her hands. Some unbearable tension tore her up inside, yet she continued to hide it. The energy sank back for a moment, allowing her to regain control. She hoped her parents didn’t think she was crazy for her outburst. Fine. I’m sorry. Forget I even asked. I’m going to bed.

Rebecca Sue Stevens! Her mother pursued her through the kitchen. The fury in her eyes matched Rebecca’s own. You embarrassed Patrick. Asking him questions about a case you know he can’t talk about. You know your dad’s the mayor, but that doesn’t give you the right. Now you’re acting like a stuck-up brat.

I’m sorry. I’m just… The collective eyes of her parents made her feel trapped, because she knew better and didn’t have any excuse. This whole thing didn’t feel right, and no one cared. She fumed, energy racing through her.

Her father stepped between them. Sue. She knows what she did was wrong. She’s already apologized. Let’s drop it for now.

Her mother crossed her arms, her fingers tugged at the sleeves of her sweater.

Alex popped his head in from upstairs. Guys, what’s the commotion? Me and Becca need to go pick Yasmine up for the movie.

There will be no nights out until the police have caught whoever chased Rebecca, her mother squeezed the words out through clenched teeth.

What if we stay at Yasmine’s house instead? Hope flared in his eyes for a split second before he faltered under the collective glare of their parents. Fine. He ran back up the steps, knowing the answer already.

Once again on her own against her parents, Rebecca shifted on her feet. Her father took hold of her hands while she tried to find a place to put them.

Scared he would feel the energy as it bounced beneath the skin of her fingers, she tensed, but he didn’t notice. You tell me, Dad, why would someone do this to me? She blinked back the tears and wiped at the one which escaped with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

Honey, there are a lot of bad people out there that would do something like this. There’s nothing you can do about them. Her father pulled her close. His embrace beckoned tears to fall. The enormous telekinetic energy she fought sunk back inside her. The tears came.

I know. I just wish I could. She slid out of her father’s grasp. Rebecca wiped her nose and stood tall. Maybe she could do something, she thought to herself. The idea sunk in and her power chewed on the thought. Her energy slinked deep into her gut. With her new composure, she cracked a smile so they wouldn’t worry. I’m sorry for my behavior.

I’m sorry for yelling at you. Her mother pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. I love you.

I love you, too. She pried her mother’s hands from around her.

I’ll go talk to Alex. Her father started toward the steps. We’ll have a family night like we used to have. Sound good?

Yeah, I guess. The idea of staying cooped up with the parents wasn’t her ideal night, but somewhere deep down, it felt like the right thing to do.

Would you like to pick out a comedy movie to watch? Her mother always tried to return things to normalcy. I’ll make some popcorn.

Rebecca headed upstairs. I’m going to change into something more comfortable.

Okay. Her mother dug through the cupboard.

She ran into her father on the way to her room. Tell Mom I want you to pick the movie.

Her father smiled, which meant he already had a film in mind. Probably Airplane or one of his other go to movies. You sure?

Yeah. She entered her room and pulled out her flannel pajama pants from her dresser.

Don’t bother, Alex said.

Energy shot to her hands as she spun on her brother. The pants fell from her hands. What do you mean?

Alex shut the door and approached her. I called Yasmine. Once Mom and Dad are asleep, you still want to go with us? His piercing eyes probed her face.

The idea of escape from their parents still intrigued her. What’s your plan?

So, you’re in? Alex smirked. The same smile Rebecca’s girlfriends had told her made them giddy. She had to admit he could appear trustworthy.

Of course, Rebecca said as she flashed her brother a wicked grin of her own.

CHAPTER THREE

Mixed with troubled thoughts, her telekinetic energy kept her awake after the family movie night. The street light, muted by her curtains, gave the ceiling an otherworldly appearance. She reflected on her own secrets and their relation to the children who were killed, and imagined what they must have felt when facing death. With a restless grunt, she flopped on her side. A sliver of hallway light came from underneath her door. A blink later, the light turned off; signaling her parents had gone to bed. Sleep crept up on her and she shook it off; Alex would arrive soon.

Meanwhile, outside, the few remaining reporters packed it up for the night. The reverberation of the slammed doors and the rumble of their engines as they pulled away soothed her. They would return tomorrow to interview her father, but they had their own families to care for tonight.

The bed springs squeaked as she shifted to her other side. The red digital numbers of her alarm clock stared back at her. It was eleven. Her mother’s snores started; a muffled rattle filled the upstairs. How could her father sleep in the same room with her? She threw off the covers.

She dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She added a thick, fluffy sweatshirt her mother gave her last Christmas and smiled. The white gave her outfit a pureness she desired. She fussed with her hair for a few minutes before deciding to leave it down.

As scheduled, Alex opened the door and peeked in. You ready?

She gave the mirror a last glance, shut her light off, and followed Alex. The moment they stepped into the living room, they stopped. The darkness of the room only stressed Tony’s massive shadow as he stood in front of the house. Which meant someone had assigned Eric to another location. Rebecca clenched her fists at the challenge of their escape tonight. Did Alex know this sort of thing would happen? She knew her father did everything in his power to keep their family safe, but tonight she wished he hadn’t. A warmth spread through her as the adrenaline flowed; this would be exciting.

How do we get past Eric and Tony? She whispered to her brother.

I’ve got an idea. Alex gripped her hand, and they crept toward the kitchen. They avoided the squeaky floorboard as they moved through the living room.

Eric’s lean silhouette stood out against the curtains and they both froze when the shadow turned and started toward their exit, the back door.

Alex pulled her back into the living room. He searched for an escape, but the way his eyes glinted, he found the challenge just as fun as she did. Crouched in the living room, Rebecca watched for Alex’s next move. He rushed to the back of the house as the back door opened. They headed toward the billiard room for those unofficial meetings her father had with other important people around the city. The knowledge they shouldn’t be in here, coupled with the fact they hid from Eric, added fuel to the adrenaline fire in her limbs. They slinked in and ducked as Alex shoved Rebecca to the side of the doorway. He raised his finger to his lips, and she nodded. A trickle of sweat ran down her spine.

Rebecca’s pulse quickened as she crouched in the darkness, her legs burned with the jitters. Eric’s heavy footsteps stopped in the hallway. The beam of his flashlight cut across the room, illuminating the pool table. A scream raced up her throat, but she bit her lip to keep it contained. Eric moved back toward the front of the house, away from them for the time being, but Alex and Rebecca knew he would eventually return.

A grin grew on Alex’s lips, and he brushed back his brown hair. He raised a finger to his mouth and pointed at the window across the room.

She nodded. With Eric in the living room, they couldn’t even return to their rooms without being spotted, so all they could do now was complete what they started. Rebecca’s amped-up legs quivered as she crawled toward the window and flipped open the locks. Her slick hands made it difficult to grip the window. The chilly night penetrated the glass, which did nothing to keep her calm. The last time she tried to sneak out, Eric and Tony weren’t on duty and with them so close, it played havoc with her confidence.

Alex stepped up next to her. Remember, not too fast. His hands grabbed one grip bar while she took hold of the other and together they lifted the window. It jammed a couple times since the old wood frame had become warped over the years, but it didn’t make a sound when they unstuck it. With the window open, Rebecca kicked her leg out first and then climbed out into the side yard.

The evening wind sent a chill through her as it contacted her sweat coated neck. She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head to protect herself from catching cold. Crickets chirped nearby. Her teeth chattered, and she moved out of the way as Alex climbed out. Sweetness greeted her nose as she glimpsed her mother’s garden. The fall weather always diminished the beauty of the spring and summer months. Now, the patch of dirt claimed just a few neglected plants clinging to life in the dirt.

Alex took his time until the window shut without a sound.

Not so bad. Alex smirked and led Rebecca to the front of the house. They took cover next to the corner where her mother had planted a couple of rose bushes. Her mother had confided in Rebecca that she hoped next season they would bloom into something prize-winning. However, the thorny branches stuck out of the ground in dangerous angles with small buds on the ends.

Tony stood guard on the porch. His jacket flapped in the night breeze. A cigarette dangled in his lips as he scanned the front yard. Streams of smoke swirled into the darkness. The sight shook Rebecca with the memory of the men and their car.

Their parents forbade anyone to smoke in their house, which displeased Tony, but an order was an order. The sidewalk remained only a mere fifteen feet away, but with Tony on guard, Rebecca didn’t know how they would clear the distance without being discovered. Alex took out his cell phone and sent a text.

Rebecca didn’t see what he wrote, but once he tucked his phone back into his pocket, he leaned against the house. An agonizing two minutes later, Yasmine pulled into the driveway; her Honda Civic barely contained the thunderous music. Rebecca understood her brother’s text as Tony approached the car. Alex snatched her hand and tugged her toward the sidewalk just past the edge of the yard. A thorny branch of the rosebush snagged her hand and sliced it. The loud song covered their footsteps, crunch across the grass as they ran. The cut throbbed, and she brought it to her mouth while they moved. A warm, coppery taste of blood touched her tongue. She grimaced, but it slowed the pain.

Behind her, Yasmine distracted Tony. I heard Alex couldn’t make it out tonight, so I wanted to hang out. Didn’t he tell you I was coming?

Drowned out by the music, Tony must have responded in a way Yasmine didn’t like, as Rebecca caught sight of a frown on her smooth face. He probably told her to buzz off in a not-so-subtle way. Tony lacked any diplomacy and often came across as mean to anyone who wasn’t family.

That’s not cool. Yasmine leaned back into her car as Alex pulled Rebecca down the sidewalk and out of view.

Alex let go of her hand and continued to jog to the end of the block. His face lit up with energy. Fun, wasn’t it?

That was way too organized. Her throat ached from the chilly air as she caught her breath. You must do this often.

Let’s just say I’m prepared for everything. Alex leaned against a street sign. You handled yourself well.

Thanks, I’ve got a little experience, nothing quite like that, but you know… She let a laugh escape. Her escapades comprised nothing so elaborate. Her primary form of escape was through a window and over the fence before anyone knew she was gone. I can’t wait to see how you get us back inside.

That’s going to be the best part. Alex pulled the hood up on his sweatshirt.

What do you mean? The lack of a plan set her nerves on fire with anticipation.

Don’t worry about it. You had an awful night, time to have fun. Live a little.

His words had an effect, and she felt better with him by her side. At least she could try to enjoy the night on his behalf. With her troubled thoughts banished, Rebecca smiled, but it only lasted a moment as she searched the nearby shadows. A creepy feeling of being watched settled over Rebecca. A soft thumping came down the road toward her and her pulse matched the beat.

Her brother slapped her arm and pointed at Yasmine’s Civic as it pulled up next to them; a greedy glint grew in his eyes.

Yasmine muted the music. Hey, you two look suspicious. Maybe I should report you to my neighborhood watch.

Alex opened the car door and bent over to give her a kiss. Do I look like trouble?

For sure. Yasmine nodded and kissed him again, this time with more passion.

An uncomfortable knot rose in Rebecca’s stomach as she stood in the cold. Focused on the fun for tonight, she shook off the feeling of being watched and leaned against the car.

Becca, get in. Yasmine stole another kiss from Alex. We need to go get Kellen.

The way she kissed her brother made Rebecca realize how much she missed relationships in her life. Her only two attempts ended badly.

She rubbed her hands together to fight off the cold. Rebecca jumped into the car. Yasmine dropped it into gear and tore off around the corner. She sped just enough to get ahead of the light traffic, yet avoid the attention of the police.

Becca? Rebecca met Yasmine’s eyes in the rearview mirror. Kellen’s single now. You interested?

He’s Alex’s best friend. I’m cool without the drama. She hoped Yasmine couldn’t see the blush rise to the tips of her ears. She twisted the drawstrings of her sweatshirt at the thought of Kellen’s gorgeous smile and adorable dimples. To avoid the constant glances back from Yasmine, she peered out the window. Yasmine had girlfriends who were a better fit for Kellen.

On the way to Kellen’s house, Rebecca’s thoughts wondered toward the news going around town. The Followers retaliated again for another attack against their kind. Guys, do you think the Collector guy they talk about on the news is real?

Alex turned back to her. I don’t know, I hope not, but if he is, this could get worse for everyone here.

Yeah no kidding. That guy has like a cult following him. I heard the police are searching for anyone connected to him right now, but still do not know who is, Yasmine said.

Do you think all people with powers are bad?

No. There has to be some good with the bad, right? Alex said.

So far, no one with powers has done anything good. You would think someone would have stepped up to save people by now. Yasmine turned into Kellen’s driveway.

Rebecca looked out at the darkness and shivered. If she showed her power now, people would just think she’s going to hurt them like all the rest. She clenched her fist as her resolve to keep it a secret strengthened.

His single-story house stood in between two large trees. The paint on the trim curled up along the edges. A single porch light illuminated the swing as Kellen rocked while he fiddled with something in his hands.

The moment they pulled into the driveway, he hopped off the steps with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. She missed his dimples and could tell Kellen tried to make Alex feel good for the invitation, but she could sense his heart wasn’t into the fun at all. As Kellen approached the car, his shoulders slumped as if a sudden weight had descended upon him.

When he slid into the car next to Rebecca, his puffy jacket brushed her face, and sent her heart racing. To avoid his inquisitive gaze, she glanced down at her hands. They shook, and she clenched them into fists before she shoved them into the pouch of her sweatshirt. Kellen adjusted in his seat and smacked her leg. Wanna give me some room? he said.

She slid over with a nervous smile, unable to meet his eyes. He leaned toward the front seats. Dude. So, what’s the plan now that your parents put you on lockdown?

You really thought they could keep me inside on Friday night? Hell to the no. Alex and Kellen bumped fists. As Kellen fell back laughing, his shoulder plowed into Rebecca. Sorry about that. He rubbed her shoulder and as he did so, his hand grazed her cheek.

Rebecca froze. Her emotions went into overdrive and her gift bubbled up into a protective perimeter. The reaction surprised her because she knew Kellen was harmless, more known for being the party king, than any physical threat.

How’re you doing? She hoped she didn’t sound nervous because her body sure pulsed with conflicted feelings.

I’m cool like always. Kellen’s hand slipped down her arm before it fell to the seat. How you doing, girly?

Rebecca raised her eyes. She tried to contain her gift, but it continued to slither toward her fingers. She forced a smile and squeaked out a response, Fine, thank you. Her nerves fed her power as warmth continued to spread through her. Kellen wasn’t a threat; she had to learn how to control her anxiety before her gift acted on its own as it did sometimes when she became emotional. Her first laptop never knew what hit it that fateful night when her last boyfriend broke up with her by email.

Kellen smirked with the brand of confidence most girls at school fawned over. His brown hair hung into his face before he shook it out of his chocolate eyes. Cool. So, what’s the plan?

She turned back to the window in the hopes to keep her telekinesis under control. Her nervous face reflected her inner turmoil back at her. She lacked confidence in her ability to control her powers if she let her emotions show. She bit her bottom lip in the hopes the pain would distract her energy. Kellen, Yasmine, and Alex were definitely the last people in the world she wanted to reveal her gift to by accident. Who knew how they would react? They’d freak out and tell everyone they knew, and then everyone in school would know. The mere thought sent her pulse skyrocketing, which made her gift explode with ferocity.

Yasmine backed the car out of the driveway. I heard of a party.

I thought we were chilling at your house, Alex said.

My dad’s doing some sort of experiment in the cellar, so we can’t. Unless you want to hear him cursing and throwing stuff, however, that might be a little less entertaining than the party. Yasmine zipped down the street.

Rebecca watched the scenery blur by. Lost in thought, a large burst of light flared up out of nowhere and she jerked. She didn’t realize she dozed off. Sweat popped up along her scalp and she noticed Kellen who fiddled with his phone.

Nice of you to wake up. You looked so peaceful sleeping, so I didn’t bother waking you. He studied her like he needed to figure her out.

She checked out the back window as a semi pulled onto the street behind them. Its lights set to blinding.

So, what happened between you and Gretchen? Rebecca braved to ask now that her gift had returned to its slumber. A body shaking yawn erupted through her and the last ounce of sleep left her body.

The way his fingers stopped made Rebecca’s heart break; still too soon. Sorry.

Kellen gazed at her; hurt hung in his eyes for a moment before he shook it away. He didn’t smile, but his face brightened. No, it’s cool. She just got too clingy. She always wanted to join me on things and stuff. I’m a dude. I need my space and can’t stand girls who have no individuality. It’s a total turnoff.

Yeah, I get it. She smiled at him, hoping to give him some confidence because she noticed the pain in the sag of his shoulders. You won’t be single for long, I’m sure.

Kellen laughed. A boisterous sound reverberated in the back seat of the car. Why do you say that?

Heat shot to her face, and she glanced away and right into Alex’s face. He couldn’t contain the glee and snickered. Go ahead. Tell us how you really feel, sis.

To keep her sudden embarrassment in control, Rebecca fidgeted with the drawstring of her sweatshirt and gazed into her lap. Her gift awoken with fury and if she’d let it, her gift would slap the crap out of each one of them, but she refused to give in. She ran a hand through her hair. I was just saying. She bit her lip as her confidence vanished. I know of at least five girls in my math class who would kill to go on a date with you.

The laughter died, and Kellen touched her elbow. He leaned in closer; the warmth of his breath tickled her ear. Thank you. You’re the first one to ask.

Her gift shot up at his touch and she shut her eyes before her power could do what it wanted, which was to shove him against the other door for invading her personal space. The boiling rage at being laughed at almost cost him. She swallowed twice and forced her ability down. It resisted like an angry dog, but she locked it away.

A shaky sigh escaped as Kellen leaned back. His eyes turned toward the couple in the front seat. Pain shot through her brain and she winced like someone pressed a hot coal in the center of her skull. She didn’t understand where the pain came from; her only idea was her ability to force her will over her telekinetic instinct.

The thud of the car against the driveway into the gas station brought Rebecca back to reality. Bright fluorescent light flooded the interior for a moment, which intensified her sudden, violent headache.

Hon, go grab me a drink for the party, Yasmine said.

Kellen and Alex both got out of the car and headed toward the store.

A scrubby gas station attendant came to the driver's side. How may I help you?

Fill it premium. Yasmine’s voice remained very polite when she handed the man a gas gift card Alex had gotten for her. He was so proud of the practical gift. Rebecca thought it was lame to give his girlfriend a gift card, but Yasmine mentioned she liked the idea of it, anyway.

The attendant glanced in the back window as he passed. With the uncomfortable heat making her head worse, Rebecca opened the door. A strong wind whipped her hair around as she got out. Across the street was the lake, and the temperature had dropped at least ten degrees since they left home. Rebecca tucked her hands into the pouch and tightened the hood around her head. The whistle of the wind blew past her ears, made her grateful for the thickness of the sweatshirt.

The gas station attendant passed her with the window squeegee dripping soap. He nodded and washed Yasmine’s windows. His grease-stained shirt clung to him as he moved back and forth, his gaze through the front window at Yasmine’s low-cut shirt. What a creep. Rebecca would have rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t pull her gaze from the pair of headlights racing toward the gas station. Way too fast.

Hey kid, watch out, the attendant said.

Rebecca broke the stare and looked at the mini-market. Something felt off. She darted toward the market as the speeding car careened into the parking lot. The masked driver’s eyes widened as he steadied the car toward Rebecca. Without a thought, her gift shot out and rebounded off of the front bumper. She flew away