A Whisper in your Mind - Prequel Part 2
->Part 1
Content Warnings: You are raised as an experiment and escape.
Call of Duty Level Violence and Gore, Murder, Graphic Descriptions of Decapitation (via Telekinesis), Forced Self-Inflicted Gunshot Wound/Suicide, Blood, Vomit, Medical Experimentation, Medical Trauma, Drugging, Needles, Mental Manipulation, Intentions of Grooming, Child Neglect, Implied Child Abuse, Themes of Amnesia and Brainwashing, Paranoia (Warranted), Panic Attacks, Abusive Language (Directed at Reader), Mentions of Sex, and Brief Talk of Menstruation.
Image: Waldinneres Remigius Adrianus Van Haanen
Within five minutes you were stumbling back to your room after unlocking the door. Your head was already pounding from using your powers so much but you kept going, there was no other choice. Now sweat was running down your back as you finally reached the door to your room.
Your cell.
As you stumbled into the room you couldn't contain it this time and you vomited all over the toilet. The sound of yourself gagging made you feel even more nauseous. The acrid taste burned your nose, still full of congealed blood, making you feel even sicker. But you couldn't stop now. You had to keep going. You were so close to being free now.
You managed to get to your sink and quickly ran the cold water, washing out your mouth and trying to clean your face. Blow your nose and get it all out. Finally, you took a long, slow breath, doing your best to calm your heart, which was slamming against your ribcage trying to escape. Leaning on the sink heavily and gripping the sides so hard your fingers hurt, you tried to figure out if anyone else knew what was happening.
They hadn't exactly been quiet when you killed them.
Doing your best to focus, you exhaled and expanded your mind. Spreading your senses to the very edges of the building. You slowly began to read the area, being able to pick up the walls and doors, and sense slight auras. It wasn't consistent and it was kind of fuzzy. Like the old TV that was in one of the lab, the one the scientists had used to play golf. There were three more people in the building. Two in the basement in the break room. And one in the entrance area, likely the security guard who you had only met a handful of times.
Cutting off the focus you groaned loudly and began using the water to try and get the blood off your face. But once you looked down at yourself you knew it was useless. Small flecks of blood spatter were all over your clothes. Your shirt was stained from the nosebleed you just had. Shit! It was on your shoes as well… had you left footprints?
"ugh… FUCK" You groaned out, weirdly delighted to be able to express yourself and swear. Doing that in front of someone would usually get you punished and locked in your room for a few days.
The knowledge that you were going to have to go kill another three people so that you wouldn't be followed today made you nearly dry-heave again. But you knew you'd be found out within the hour if you didn't keep going. The night shift nurses would arrive at 6 pm and it was almost noon. You needed that time to get as far away as possible.
Standing up you exhaled and dried your hands on the bottom of your dirty green shirt. You were going to have to get going, suck it up, and deal with them. You glanced around your room and made your way over to the bed, lying on the cold floor and pulling the messenger bag out from where you had hidden it under the mattress. You opened it up on your bed and looked at the contents through shaky tears.
You could do this.
Before you could change your mind, you force yourself to whip around and storm back out of your room. Leaving the purse for a moment, you begin to make your way towards the break room in the basement.
Disgust with yourself…. a dark dirty brown color that surrounded your mind is quickly stomped down. You knew you had to do this. So you found that little flare of red that was still there deep in your belly. Thinking about how badly they mistreated you… abused you… what they planned to do to you.
They were going to put a fucking chip in you.
And so you stoked that fire till it was red hot, enough to burn flesh.
And the next thing you know, with hot angry tears pouring down your face you ran down the stairs and slammed the break room door open with every ounce of strength you had in your little body. And to your relief, it was two nurses that you hated.
"Ah! What the fuck?!" The older woman shrieked. She was the redhead who took great joy in belittling you every chance she got. Calling you stupid and emotional, claiming you threw tantrums for no reason.
"Whoa, kiddo what the hell is happening?! What's on your shirt?!" the younger brunette woman stood up as her eyes went wide. Spotting the fact you had blood and puke all over your shirt and pants. Ah yes, this bitch used to pinch you all the fucking time when you were younger. She only stopped when you were old enough to tattle on her, so now she had some massive grudge against you.
For a second there was a thick silence in the air as you looked frantically around the room. You weren't quite sure if you still had the strength to pull their heads off like the others but you could at least keep them busy and confuse them.
The pounding in your head came back with a vengeance as you slightly raised a hand and inhaled sharply. With no subtly you bashed into the brunette's mind and screamed orders into her brain.
"Bite her"
Now… you didn't actually expect it to work. But to your utter disbelief and horror… she got out of her chair and lept at the redhead. And both women slammed into the floor as she locked her jaw onto her forearm.
"Nancy what the fuc-OW! STOP OW FUCK!" The older woman's screeching hurt your brain even more. It took only a few seconds to look around the room and decide upon a course of action. With the two of them already on the ground, this would be straight forward than the others.
Balling your little fists up hard you focused on the vending machine behind them. It was heavier than anything you had ever attempted to pick up. Fresh blood began to run under your nose again. Fuck it was heavy.
But through the pounding of the headache, you jerked both of your hands up and to your shock and awe the entire vending machine was lifted to the ceiling. The plug was ripped out of the wall and the wire swung wildly around in the air.
You could hear both women scream but you ignored it. And with every ounce of strength, you drove it down and you smashed it down onto them. The crunch of bones and metal filled the room and the glass shattered and went everywhere
Then once again: silence.
You could tell they were both dead if the puddle of blood was anything to indicate, but you didn't stick around. Tearing your eyes off the scene and quickly heading back to the stairs that would take you back upstairs.
There was only one more. The security guard.
You had only seen the security guards a few times over the years when you had been taken outside to the back garden. And extremely rare treat that they would bribe you with to get you to behave for something they desperately needed. Last time it was a CT scan and that machine was terrifying. It was the only way they could get you to do it. You knew they didn't like doing it; they probably worried about you trying to run off. You had to have almost ten adults with you each time.
As you got to the top of the stairs you took a moment to lean on the door frame. That's right…. once you were done you could go outside. You could go outside and leave… See the world for the first time that wasn't through a screen or someone's memories. All that was left was the old man you had seen a few hours ago before your training session. The guy was at least 60 and his white hair and beard were trimmed very short, and he reminded you of a character you had seen in a movie once.
Once more you closed your eyes and began to reach out with your…. senses? Was that a good way to put it? It took what felt like forever, but was only three minutes to find the guy. He was in the front lobby like usual. Good.
As you leaned on the door frame you took the opportunity to try and steady your breathing. Oh god… this was exhausting. You had used your powers a lot before but this was… intense. You shook your head a bit and tried to wipe up the blood on your nose with the bottom of your shirt. It didn't help much but your face felt less wet.
Your pace had slowed down now. It took you a few minutes of walking hallways before you came across the locked door to the lobby. It had multiple locks on it of course, but all that was useless when you could just manipulate one more person… One more then you could get a break…
The glass and metal door was at the end of the hall and you carefully peeked through. A few scattered blue chairs were in the front next to a counter. A water cooler was in the corner and you spotted the old man and exhaled before focusing on him. He was thinking about football, and how he had lost another bet. Thank god he wasn't paying attention at all, it was quite easy to flood his mind with your instructions.
"Come here… Open the door… Help me…"
Concentrating was now harder than before and you could feel your nose start to run again, though at this point your face was just wet with blood. There wasn't any point in wiping it away.
While you knew you were manipulating his thoughts, you also scrambled the guard's mind enough that you had confused him. His muffled voice could be heard behind the glass as he rushed to the door. "What's going on? What happened? Are you hurt?"
As the heavy door opened and he stood there with a weirdly glazed look on his face your eyes traveled over him and you stepped forward into the lobby. You saw the gun on his hip.
You didn't want to… you really didn't want to… this guy didn't seem that bad compared to the rest. But it was the only obstacle left. You watched as he reached for the radio on his hip. Shit… it's how it was going to have to happen.
Taking a few steps back into the lobby you brute forced the manipulation in his brain and instructed him again.
"Shoot yourself."
With a disgusting lack of hesitation, his hand moved from the radio to his gun. He pulled it from the holster, seemed to click something, and then immediately held it up to the side of his head and-
BAM!
You jumped and screamed out as the loud noise echoed in the room and reverberated through your ears. You couldn't look. At the last second, you had turned and covered your eyes. Standing there shaking for what seemed like forever. Though afterwards, you did glance over and wince.
He now lay there dead in a pool of crimson, gun dropped two feet from him.
And suddenly an intense feeling of guilt and relief washed over you as you burst into tears. Your knees went weak and you collapsed. It went silent. Only the hum of the fluorescent lights existed.
It was over now. You were free.
The next few hours were a blur. You had to leave, and soon, the night shift employees would start arriving around 5:30. But you physically felt like collapsing and sleeping for the week after using your powers to that extent. But you forced yourself to stay awake and get started. Though you did give yourself time to clean up. Going out into the world covered in puke and blood was not going to work.
With the doctor's keys, you unlocked the bathroom down the hall from your cell which had a bathtub. First, you showered, scrubbing the blood from your face and hair, before sinking into a long hot bath.
You cried in the tub. Sobbed until you had to dunk your head in the water. You had killed people… done exactly what they were planning on using you for. It felt awful, the guilt settling in your stomach heavily. A weight that didn't go away for a long time. Years.
Feeling a bit like a slug you slowly exited the bath. Drying off and wrapping yourself in a towel, dragging your feet back to what was once your room. And avoiding the puddles of drying vomit you quickly dressed yourself.
Your favorite jeans were now covered in blood, discarded in the bathroom. So you picked the next warmest clothes you had that you knew wouldn't fit in your bag. Brown overalls and a grey long-sleeved top. And you pulled on the old black hoodie you had as well. It was nearly fall now and the weather was getting colder… and you were now on your own.
Gathering your things in a blur of tears you pulled on your soaks and sneakers and made your way back to the lobby. As the security guard's body came into view you nearly puked again. Stopping at the doorway you leaned on it, breathing and trying to talk yourself through it. It wasn't as bad as the other bodies thankfully… He almost looked asleep except for the sticky puddle of crimson.
As you timidly walked by him you stopped. The metal gun sat there… just outside the pool of blood.
Well… it seemed very silly to leave it. They were going to know it was you no matter what. So you crouched down and carefully picked it up, shocked by how cold it was. You looked over the gun, it was big and heavy in your hands. You didn't know anything about guns… but you knew enough to not put your finger anywhere near the trigger. Maybe you could read the mind of a cop or something to get an idea of how to use it or just at least unload it.
So you slipped it into the brown messenger bag you now had over one shoulder. Thankfully there was just enough room to slip it in. You pushed it down to the bottom and covered it up with a squished protein bar.
Inhale. Exhale. There's the exit…. the front door. You could do this.
The outside air was crisp and it shocked you. The last time you had come up it had been burning hot out. The once dry landscape was now dotted with small, glistening puddles reflecting the soft, golden light, as a gentle breeze swept through the air.
When you think back on it… A fitting day to escape.
You walked ten long blocks before you found a decent smattering of shops and people. You couldn't get over how exhausted you were. But you had to figure out how to get out of here. You did your best not to be distracted by every single thing… The first car that drove by nearly made you jump. They were much larger in person. So were the dogs that people were walking.
To your surprise, the drifting thoughts of the small crowds of people were not that imposing. You didn't even hear anything definite, and it just washed over you. You did quickly do your best to stay out of site though. From what you could gather it was a Friday and it was September… Children should be in school and wouldn't be wandering the streets alone like you.
After a bit of wandering through quiet alleys to stay away from people, you came by a coffee shop. Three old men sat out front drinking coffee and eating sandwiches, you could hear them murmuring to each other. From your spot near the edge of the building, you watched them with interest and scanned through each of their thoughts.
You were dead tired though, and the massive use of your powers earlier made it far harder than it needed to be. You couldn't go very deep. But you were still able to dip in and slowly figure out what was going on.
They were all old friends. Military buddies, it seemed, something about the Navy. All in their 70's. One was going to be rushing back home… about twenty minutes away to babysit his granddaughter. Another was heading to a meeting with his lawyer in an hour, something about selling some property.
But the last man wasn't from around here… He was from a town about four hours north. Had taken the day to drive up and see his buddies. He lived alone and you got a sense that his two daughters didn't want him to make the drive by himself. Considered him incapable of such a long day trip.
Him. He was your ticket out.
So you patiently waited in the shadow of the building. And staring longingly into the windows. There were pastries all up and the display and they looked amazing. And you suddenly had a desperate thought.
New foods! Holy shit. It had been nothing but the same foods for years and years. You could try things now… all those different things you saw on TV. Pizza. Oh god, you wanted to try pizza so badly. It looked so good in all the shows and commercials you had seen on TV.
You promised yourself it would be the first thing you bought.
Thankfully tricking the old man went surprisingly smoothly, and considering the morning you just had… you couldn't be more thankful. He had said goodbye to his buddies and began ambling down the road with his cane. You did your best to follow him and stay out of sight before he got to the parking lot.
To your immense relief: the simple and exhausted mental instruction of "Open the back door and drive home. Eyes on the road, drive safe, prove your daughters wrong." Seemed to work wonders. Without even paying attention he opened the back door of his car before slowly walking around to get into the driver's seat. And with zero hesitation you ran forward and quickly crawled into the backseat, shutting the door behind you. You did your best to mentally smooth away any worries he had about someone being in his car and scrambled onto the floor out of sight.
The feeling of being in a moving vehicle initially scared you, but you eventually got used to it. Your head throbbed from using your powers on the man. You couldn't see out the window from where you were but soon enough the sound of the radio helped you relax and you ended up falling asleep once he got on the highway.
You didn't wake up for nearly 3 hours.
And you were fucking sore afterwards. The floor of a car was not a good spot for a nap at all. When he stopped downtown to pick up dinner at the grocery store, you slipped out of the car. As nice as the old man seemed to be… you wanted to avoid staying near anyone who might be connected back to where you came from.
This area was busier than the last place. People bustling by didn't seem to pay you any mind thankfully and you slipped into an alley by a coffee shop and a… flower store.
You caught your breath for a few minutes. Still exhausted even after sleeping in the man's car. Looking around you spotted a clock in the coffee shop and could just barely see it was about 4:28 pm.
The night shift would arrive in about an hour. You couldn't help but spiral and worry about it. Fighting back the stinging in your eyes as you wondered how they'd react to the gory scene you had left there. Did you have to go that far? There had been so much blood
You're a monster. You ripped off their heads.
The brick of the building was cold as you slumped on it and tried to relax. You couldn't change it now, but you knew they'd come after you…
You just killed six people.
A small choked sob escaped your mouth as your face burned with shame. What other choice did you have? Go along with their plans? You wouldn't be surprised if your picture was plastered all over the news tonight.
"Night Henry! We'll see you Monday right?"
The loud and perky voice belonged to a young Asian man who was wiping down some of the outdoor tables and caught your attention. You could see he was talking to a middle-aged man in a large green jacket, who seemed to be closing up the sidewalk sign for the flower shop. He waved back and laughed "No Wednesday! Taking the wife for a little getaway this weekend. Figured a couple extra days wouldn't hurt. I already gave my overflow stock to Browns. But don't worry Danny I saved a bouquet for you. Take it home to your daughters ok."
"Oh Henry you're too kind, the girls will love them. And that sounds fun! Where are you going?" The worker asked back. This 'Henry' quickly walked over to join 'Danny' and chat.
You quietly listened for a while, unashamedly eavesdropping on the whole conversation between them quickly picking up that this flower shop was going to be empty… for almost a week…. That would work.
With a final push, you stared at them only trying to figure out a few specific things. Trying to concentrate one last time and softly opening Henry's mind to search around as best you can.
"Does the flower shop have cameras?"
It didn't… Danny had been telling him to put some up for months now.
"Is there a back door to the flower shop?"
Yes, there was, straight into the alley. Oh my god, this would work.
Glancing over at the young man: Danny. You watched as he chatted with Henry and you quickly skimmed the top of his mind too. Good. The coffee shop was closed on the weekend too. They had cameras though, so you wouldn't be able to sneak in and nick food.
So you ended up waiting around almost another forty minutes, sitting on a cold wet box in the alley until they finished their chat and Henry returned to the shop to close up. You checked on him every few minutes with your senses, but he puttered about for quite a while while cleaning up.
Finally… finally he started to leave. As he grabbed his backpack and headed out the front door, you mentally reached out one last time.
"Lock the front door. Go out the back door…. leave it unlocked…. drop the key."
There was a pause as he backed up, locked the front door and began to make his way to the back of the shop.
The heavy metal door creaked open as he stepped out. As the older man passed you with a glazed look on his face, there was a soft jingle as he dropped a couple of keys. Your breath caught in your throat as he meandered away, disappearing around the corner and out of sight.
You moved faster than you had all day. It worked! You snatched up the small key ring with the three keys and slipped through the steel door that he had left ajar. You turned and pulled it shut with a heavy thud, grunted as you turned the stiff lock, before slumping down onto the cold tile floor. Empty and drained.
Tears flooded your vision again.
You had done it. You got away. You could rest.
But it felt like it had cost you everything.
The first few days of your free life thankfully went smoothly… mostly cause you didn't do anything. There was a futon in the back office of the flower shop that you began using as a bed. Sleeping constantly wrapped in the green plaid blanket that was left there, trying to get your energy back. It felt like you were only awake a handful of hours at a time while you recovered from your escape.
Food was a different story though. You did sneak out that first night and ordered yourself a pepperoni pizza. But you had been too scared to go into the store alone, though you could probably pass it off. Instead, you got your prize by mentally manipulating some greasy-looking teenager who had some spare cash. Rushing it back to the flower store and devouring the entire thing within an hour. You hadn't eaten since breakfast, you had been famished.
It was everything you dreamed of: Greasy, cheesy, and the best thing you ever tasted. It was so good that you got one again the next day, this time you ended up with sausage and peppers. However, you quickly learned over the next few days you were going to have to steal and manipulate to eat, while your picture didn't run in the news you were still worried about being spotted
You tried all sorts of different things over the next few days: chocolate, bananas, crackers, avocados, and lots of sweets. You had never realized that there were… so many different options. God knows you were never going to eat oatmeal ever again.
You'll always remember the flower shop… It stayed in a special place in your heart even if you can't remember the name of it… or even the town it was in. It was the place where you were able to recover from the escape. It smelled fresh and green, even without any flowers in the buckets. You remember collecting petals off the floor and pressing them into your book. Later on, you glued them in, sealing that little memory into what was now your journal.
But you had to move on.
Particularly since it was quite a miracle you didn't get caught, even with your powers. By the end of your stay there, you were ready to leave. Eventually managed to score a ride on a truck heading to Iowa, the driver was a woman and had felt quite safe. It had been easy to get her to believe your sob story: that you were running away from an abusive father and were going home to your mother. She had fattened you up the entire drive, spoiling you with Chinese food and candy, before you got off at a suitably small town. You got her to stop at some park and drop you off, leaving her with the false memory that you had had a lovely tearful reunion with your mother.
She had done you a favor after all… you wanted to at least leave her with a good feeling. You had quickly found a policeman and read his mind from across the street. Perfect, it was a failing town. Lots of empty houses, drug activity, and a bunch of other issues on its plate… and tons of home-schooled kids running wild in the streets. Who's gonna notice another random kid buying snacks in the middle of the day?
So that's where you lived for the first six months of your life.
You had been lucky. A very old native man, angry and bitter, lived out on a farm, refusing help from his grown children constantly. His name was Charlie and from what you could tell he hated the cops, the military, and any form of government.
You didn't know then but now, you knew he had dementia. His mind was always so fuzzy and nearly blank, with memories floating around. It was unfortunately very easy to manipulate him. Enough so that he just…. didn't question the random kid living in his house. You'd check in his mind sometimes and he mostly thought you were a ghost. He was nice to you though, and you slept in his attic for a long time.
You made sure there was always enough food in the fridge for him and that the place was decently clean. He had a bad habit of leaving the stove on and you'd be turning it off at night a few days a week. It felt like the least you could do, you felt a little guilty for taking advantage. But he was nice enough and Charlie did seem to care about you… as much as he could anyway.
But it wasn't long before his kids came to collect him though, to put him in a 'home'. You remember the screaming and crying. He was distraught and needed to be drugged which caused you to panic once they left. His house was going to be cleaned and sold the next month. So you took that time to steal and scavenge what money and supplies you could and moved on again.
You then traveled away again and lived with three old women on a South Dakota reservation Charlie had mentioned a few times. Claiming you had run away from your abusive father. It wasn't too hard to make them believe you were older than you were. To your relief, they asked very few questions as long as you helped out with the housework and cooking. They had been pretty good to you, though they had been very caught up in their own families at the time.
Then after you got sick of one of them harping on you, you switched countries and hitchhiked with a family going up to Canada. The idea of going to another country did make you feel a bit better; perhaps it would be harder for them to find you there.. Crossing the land border was surprisingly… not that complicated. You had already gotten much better at mental manipulation by then. Soon enough in a busy Manitoba town you found a pair of college boys who had bragged that they were going on vacation to Italy for the summer. So you promptly went and stayed at their empty house for a few months.
After that you took a train west to Alberta and found a great spot living in the basement of an apartment complex… and before you knew it… it was September again. You had been free for a year now. Some of the worry and tension of them finding you had been lifted, and maybe if you were lucky some of them got caught and ended up in jail. But you still had to survive and you certainly didn't dare trust anyone. You knew you were on your own.
And so you just… drifted…
It was really hard on you. Moving from place to place on your own every few weeks or if you were lucky: a couple of months. And you couldn't stay in one place for long, especially when you still were a child. So you drifted around Canada for a while longer. Before coming back to the States, this time staying on the West Coast and traveling south slowly over the next couple years.
Eventually, you traveled to Mexico too, and you were pleased to discover that mind-reading helped you learn languages and you picked up Spanish fairly quickly. It felt so amazing to be good at something… after you escaped you hadn't bothered to keep up on any schooling. You were more concerned about being street-savvy and leaving how to get by.
You found out that an old woman who was an informant for a cartel was looking for farm help. To your delight Maria (not her real name, she had lied) didn't ask questions. But you also weren't a small child anymore. You had grown taller and you had eventually acquired some bigger clothes and a proper backpack.
You still weren't sure exactly how old you were. But about four years after your escape, right after you settled into the farm life, you got your period. So you guessed maybe 12? 13? You still remember bursting into tears at the discovery of your bloody underwear one morning and having to find the local gang of chain-smoking teenage girls down at the corner store to help you. Of course, they made fun of you, but they showed you the ropes. How to put a pad on your underwear, talked you through how to use a tampon, and what kinds of pain medication to take—told you to buy yourself a hot water bottle and eat lots of meat. Then they made you drink something vile from a bottle, congratulated you on becoming a 'woman' and told you to go buy yourself a bra.
It tasted disgusting but it sure tasted better than what you imagine the bearded doctor would have done once you got your period. You didn't even want to consider it.
You knew what the dark purple meant by now. Lust. Though if it was a lighter color like lavender, it just kind of signaled basic sexual attraction kind of like a green light that they were into you.
The interesting thing about reading minds is that… people didn't filter their minds. Sometimes it was a policeman directing traffic thinking about how he was cheating on his wife with his male coworker that morning… but other times it was some sweet young woman on the bus thinking about the sex she had had with her boyfriend the night before. In disturbing explicit detail.
You tried to censor it yourself. When you were young it sounded gross, and it reminded you of the doctors… the lab… and you unfortunately learned a lot of things very quickly and very young. It became painfully obvious when two people had the hots for each other. They fucking radiated purple and you found it annoying as fuck
But eventually, once you got a little older, you finally did need to buy yourself a bra. And there was no denying it, you quickly became interested in sex. Which led to a lot of guilt in turn… You wanted to learn about it. But reading people's most intimate thoughts felt… beyond violating and gross… Though now and then, if someone was thinking about it too loud… you couldn't help but listen in.
So you ended up borrowing computers and phones, distracting and manipulating their owners so you could look things up. You were eternally thankful that you got directed to planned parenthood early on. But you looked up…. other things as well. You cringe now because you never erased the browser history… Those people were probably very confused by all the random sex searches they didn't remember doing. And until you were old enough to use computers regularly by going to the library or internet cafes alone, you sucked at using technology.
A few years on the farm passed and when Maria was shot dead one morning after church you decided Europe might be the next best thing for you. You didn't want to get involved in any more of the gang stuff and they had started snooping around the farm after her death. You quickly left for Spain. The plane ride was stressful as fuck, constantly manipulating people and sneaking through the border crossing. It was a massive headache but in the end, you had managed to get away with it.
So then your later teenage years were spent backpacking across Europe and popping into different countries. You knew you probably didn't have to be as careful anymore but… the travelling was kind of fun… and about the only thing you could do to keep yourself busy. At one point you considered getting a phone, even just to listen to music with… but you were just too fucking paranoid. So you just sort of lived off the grid and kept up to date by listening to the news on radio and TV.
Spain, France, Germany, Poland, the Netherlands, and Slovakia were just a few of the countries you stayed in. Picking up the languages as you went. It was your only talent and you insisted on being good at something. It did make manipulation a lot easier that was for certain.
And you kept moving on.
Never really settling down or opening up to anyone. It was sad, and you cried about it plenty. But how would you ever be able to have friends…. a boyfriend? A girlfriend?! You didn't even have a last name and you were a mystery. Telling someone you escaped from a lab where you were experimented on since before you could remember was not exactly a get-to-know-each-other conversation. There was no one that you could trust with that information.
You think you were about 16 or 17 when you finally started having sex. Really when you thought about it now, it had really seemed like you had just… acted out a lot. Sadly, the first few times were kind of a letdown. Of course, you read their minds first… some guys didn't have good intentions at all and you quickly sent them packing. But if they were happy to wear a condom and at least attempt to make you feel good well… you jumped at the chance.
It was mostly just clumsy teenage boys who didn't know what they were doing for the first couple of years. So you figured you might as well try fooling around with a girl. Which turned out to be a lot of pressure… but it had still been nice. You had your first orgasm with her which had been a pleasant surprise.
Though it did seem you weren't exclusively gay, the next guy you had slept with was a little older at 22, and he had been much more confident. You had a great time with him the few times you slept together. He had been your first partner that had tried to make you cum before even sticking his dick in you.
But that's all it was though… Meaningless sex and chasing the high it gave you. It's not like you could even date someone, so you made sure to never get attached. But you took a little comfort in the fact that you were at least pretty enough that you could find someone to go home with when you were horny.
Once you hit Italy though…. that's where you finally stopped. You were at least 20 now… and tired of running. It had been over a decade and now your powers were much more honed than what they used to be. It took a few months but eventually, you found a smaller town on a bus route and wanted to settle down. Italy was beautiful… one of the most stunning places you had been and you found yourself dreading the idea of leaving.
It had taken weeks of manipulation and arranging but you finally managed to find a little place for sale. It was run down and kind of dreary: an old one-room house with a bathroom in a small run-down farming neighborhood. The old man living there had died and you kind of…. just moved in… made people think you had bought the place.
Whenever officials came by you just changed their minds and sent them on their way and slowly they stopped coming. Living quietly and keeping to yourself would keep you off everyone's radars. You could do that.
You felt happy here… and this time you weren't going just to run away from it.