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[E A E V I A N]

“Now Eaevian. Try the can of soup.”

Why should I? I didn't say it of course, it would only make the scientists impatient and they would think of something more painful to test. My hesitation caused a flicker of worry to cross over the scientist behind the glass. His face was raw with concentration. I did it. I had no choice. But I rolled my eyes in the process.

After years of living with this symptom I had learned to accept it. No more silly hand waving. I think it made my childhood seem interesting that way. No, I never budged. Just focused the glare of my crimson gaze onto the can of soup. The tin rose off of the table. Steady. As if a hand had done it. The new scientists behind the glass scribbled in their notes with a flourish up and and down looks. They were simply amazed. But then, nothing about this was normal so who wouldn't be?

The more I did this, the more they forced me to do this..the more angry I became. I was a puppet, a show. I side show freak to be poked, prodded, and I knew eventually when they had no more need of me. Cut open. Then, my symptom surged.

I always called it a symptom like my parents had. It wasn't magic. It wasn't a hidden power. I was diseased. And my disease was angry. The can of soup that floated above the table slowly moved over to the bullet proof glass. I had the chicken noodle soup turn counter clockwise, and flip over all in precise movements. Never wobbling or faltering.

By now every scientist was leaning forward. My control over the flexibility of the object astounded them, surely.

The can slowly stopped turning and right when the last scientist, a woman in her mid thirties leaned to press her face closer to the glass for a better look, it exploded.

A loud crunch echoed out as the tin con was crushed, spewing the chunky yellow soup with its stringy noodles to cover their shocked and frightened eyes from my vision.

Later, after I had been taken to my room and sedated. Sedated because they feared I would do what I did to the can too them. I began to ponder.

Could I really do that to a human being?