The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Travis Luedke
gradually became embarrassed over his panic
attack.
She spoke again into his mind.
when I choose to be private. Is the same with you.>
He strained so hard, he found himself physically leaning
towards her as he flowed down through their connection. He hit a solid blank
wall where her mind should have been. Nothing. Not a damn thing. He couldn’t
read one nuance of meaning from her apart from the fact she sat there smirking
at him, pleased. He continued to hit her blank wall, and so he pushed harder,
concentrating on reaching with all his intensity. His mind washed over and
around Michelle, engulfing her, but not finding a way in. He kept reaching out
until he sensed others in the surrounding residences. Aaron touched on an
older man, someone in his sixties whose mind was hazy with alcohol from the six
pack of Bud Light he drank while camped in front of the TV. The old man’s mind
was filled with speculations of football statistics and possible outcomes for
the game.
As soon as Aaron noticed the man’s mind, he also became
aware of the woman who slept in the bedroom of the same apartment a few yards
away. Her mind was deeply shrouded in dreams, a cloudy world of images and
feelings, something about her sister and her husband, the man watching
football. She dreamt of the vague details of an illicit affair between her
husband and her younger, more attractive, sister. Her emotions were in turmoil
over the dream, a frenzied mix of anger, resentment, jealousy, and
self-loathing for her inability to retain her husband’s attention and
affections. She writhed in anxiety, fighting with her own sheets and blankets.
Aaron had enough of this and reached out in other
directions, seeking what else he might encounter. Completely absorbed in his
psychic scanning, he had lost focus on Michelle and his internal privacy block.
He touched on a teenage girl who chatted online with her
boyfriend. She was typing frantically on her laptop, trying to justify her
actions to her boyfriend. She had gone to a party with one of her girlfriends,
drank too much, and ended up in the bedroom with another guy. She didn’t want
her boyfriend to know how far things had actually gone.
Michelle snatched his attention away from his psionic
ramblings with a psychic push. Her mind shoved his mind, a very disorientating
experience. He grabbed for something, reaching out with his hands to stabilize
himself on the carpet. He felt off balance, dizzy, but she hadn’t touched him
physically at all.
In the moment of her psychic push , Michelle
transmitted flashes of surprise, anger, and envy for a split second before
slipping back behind the blank wall of her vault. He remembered himself and refocused
on his own mental vault, reestablishing his privacy.
She stood up abruptly. “You were reading their minds, oui ? ” She gave him a raised eyebrow, looking down
on him. “You are better at this game than I thought. Enough practice for
tonight.”
He realized he had transmitted his encounters with the
neighbors directly to her. He was would have to learn to multitask, to
maintain his mental vault while scanning others nearby. He suspected it might
be like trying to chew gum, pat your head, and rub your belly all at once. Not
impossible, but tricky.
“Why didn’t you tell me I could do that?”
Her irritation leaked through their emotional ties, her eyes
flashed in anger. “I did not …”
“You didn’t know?” He spoke over the top of her when he
realized the truth. His ability was unique.
“ Non ,”
she snapped curtly.
He swelled with pride, a childish feeling of superiority and
wonder at this magnificent new existence. He speculated about what new
experiences, as yet undiscovered, this life might hold for him.
“I see the auras, but I cannot read minds apart from
attack.
She spoke again into his mind.
when I choose to be private. Is the same with you.>
He strained so hard, he found himself physically leaning
towards her as he flowed down through their connection. He hit a solid blank
wall where her mind should have been. Nothing. Not a damn thing. He couldn’t
read one nuance of meaning from her apart from the fact she sat there smirking
at him, pleased. He continued to hit her blank wall, and so he pushed harder,
concentrating on reaching with all his intensity. His mind washed over and
around Michelle, engulfing her, but not finding a way in. He kept reaching out
until he sensed others in the surrounding residences. Aaron touched on an
older man, someone in his sixties whose mind was hazy with alcohol from the six
pack of Bud Light he drank while camped in front of the TV. The old man’s mind
was filled with speculations of football statistics and possible outcomes for
the game.
As soon as Aaron noticed the man’s mind, he also became
aware of the woman who slept in the bedroom of the same apartment a few yards
away. Her mind was deeply shrouded in dreams, a cloudy world of images and
feelings, something about her sister and her husband, the man watching
football. She dreamt of the vague details of an illicit affair between her
husband and her younger, more attractive, sister. Her emotions were in turmoil
over the dream, a frenzied mix of anger, resentment, jealousy, and
self-loathing for her inability to retain her husband’s attention and
affections. She writhed in anxiety, fighting with her own sheets and blankets.
Aaron had enough of this and reached out in other
directions, seeking what else he might encounter. Completely absorbed in his
psychic scanning, he had lost focus on Michelle and his internal privacy block.
He touched on a teenage girl who chatted online with her
boyfriend. She was typing frantically on her laptop, trying to justify her
actions to her boyfriend. She had gone to a party with one of her girlfriends,
drank too much, and ended up in the bedroom with another guy. She didn’t want
her boyfriend to know how far things had actually gone.
Michelle snatched his attention away from his psionic
ramblings with a psychic push. Her mind shoved his mind, a very disorientating
experience. He grabbed for something, reaching out with his hands to stabilize
himself on the carpet. He felt off balance, dizzy, but she hadn’t touched him
physically at all.
In the moment of her psychic push , Michelle
transmitted flashes of surprise, anger, and envy for a split second before
slipping back behind the blank wall of her vault. He remembered himself and refocused
on his own mental vault, reestablishing his privacy.
She stood up abruptly. “You were reading their minds, oui ? ” She gave him a raised eyebrow, looking down
on him. “You are better at this game than I thought. Enough practice for
tonight.”
He realized he had transmitted his encounters with the
neighbors directly to her. He was would have to learn to multitask, to
maintain his mental vault while scanning others nearby. He suspected it might
be like trying to chew gum, pat your head, and rub your belly all at once. Not
impossible, but tricky.
“Why didn’t you tell me I could do that?”
Her irritation leaked through their emotional ties, her eyes
flashed in anger. “I did not …”
“You didn’t know?” He spoke over the top of her when he
realized the truth. His ability was unique.
“ Non ,”
she snapped curtly.
He swelled with pride, a childish feeling of superiority and
wonder at this magnificent new existence. He speculated about what new
experiences, as yet undiscovered, this life might hold for him.
“I see the auras, but I cannot read minds apart from
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