Quantum Voyeur

QV8Vote until March 24, 2014

In the previous episode, readers voted that as Bob attempts to kill her, Alana chooses to fight back.

Episode 8

Bob, one of the people here who I considered to be my friend, has thrown me to the ground and is on top of me. The knife he holds is plunging towards my heart.  My instincts kick in.  I reach up with both my hands and grab his knife arm. 

“Bob what are you doing?” I scream at him.

His eyes are unblinking, locked on me.  “I know what you did, Alana. And I know you won’t stop. You want to change the world around you…don’t you?”  He says calmly, though still trying to plunge the knife into my chest. 

“Bob, I have no idea what you are talking about!”

“With that bold choice of yours, you will screw up our lives and future….”

“Bob, whatever happened on the plane happened out of good will.”

Bob rolls his eyes, “Look at you, so arrogant, thinking you know more than we do…”

“Help!” I call out to the guards.  “Bob is trying to kill me…!”

Bob smiles calmly.  “They will not be here in time. The cameras are off.”

I try to push his arm upwards, but he is being driven by rage and fear and he has the advantage of being on top.

“Bob, I’m not a threat to the world!” I plead, though some of what he says does register with me.  My power is raw and I still don’t totally understand it.  Could I be a threat?  Could I change time in a harmful way?  No, I can’t believe that.  I must trust I have this power, this ability to do good in the world.

Of course what I believe doesn’t matter at the moment.  If Bob stabs me in the heart with that knife all will be over for me.

“Bob, you finish my life, your life will be over too… ” I tell him.

“Oh yeah?” says Bob. “All they care about is our abilities and not our crimes. I will live just as fine and be better off if you were gone. We’ll all be better off…”

Bob increases the pressure he is applying to the knife.  My arms are growing tired.  I am fighting but I am fighting a losing battle. 

I feel the tip of the knife make contact with my body.  I have very little time left. 

“Stop, Bob! Stop!!” I beg.  The downward force continues.  It takes all my strength to keep the knife at bay.  “Stop!!” I order.  I reach into Bob’s mind with my mind.  I need to jolt him like I did Lila.  The problem is that I must concentrate.  It is so hard to do with Bob applying all this pressure. He is also mentally strong. He has developed a mental gate that won’t let anyone enter his mind and read his thoughts or influence him. I picture reaching into Bob’s mind with my hand and twisting the nerves of his brain. The power of visualization is my favorite personal trick. It should work since I am going for the physical, not mental – for his nerves, not thoughts.

Bob pulls back, releasing his grip on me.  He puts a hand to his forehead.  “Ah, that hurt you bitch!” he shouts.

“You think that hurt,” I tell him.  I force my knee up hitting him hard between his legs.  I’m glad I had worked on self-defense techniques with Jason. 

Bob rolls off of me, groaning in pain, holding his hands between his legs.  He releases the knife and lets it drop to the floor.

I hear the guards coming down the hallway.  They will be here in moments.

Bob lashes at me with the knife.  I got too close, the knife cuts into my gown through to my skin.  Placing my hand over the wound, I feel blood.  I walk backwards quickly.  Looking down at the wound I see that it is only superficial.  But Bob is lunging at me again waving the knife wildly. 

I don’t have a lot of time but I am determined to not let Bob kill me.  I know what to do – I need to picture Bob’s heart in my mind now.  His mind is too well guarded. His heart  – not a single fence or wire around it. I see his heart, pulsating beating, filling with blood, then sending that blood out to the rest of his body.  It is pulsating quickly.  He is anxious, excited…  I picture that heart skipping a bit… Stopping…stopping. Stop!

Bob drops the knife and places his hand over his chest.  He crumbles to the ground.

The guards burst into the room.  “Alana, we’re sorry, somehow the security cameras were off-line!” One of them says.

They look at Bob laying there on the floor.  “What happened?” the other guard asks.

“Bob attacked me,” I say as calmly as I can.   “I struggled.  I believe I got lucky as he may have had a heart attack…”  Vote below on what will happen next or click Take Our Poll.

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