Snippet #2752025

The voices had always been there, in one way or another, kind or malevolent. It was just a characteristic of the telepathy, and either one learned to shut them out or go mad. Though, it could be argued that most telepaths were already well on their way to madness due to the gift, or curse; depending on how one looked at it. “Destiny? Hah.” She thought sleepily as she attempted to shove the noise aside mentally. Catherine had heard the term before and found it vaguely pointless in light of many of the things she’d seen. Meanwhile sleep lay on her heavily, obstructing her wider senses from the world at large, completely unaware of her current situation.

“Forgiven? Waiting?” She thought again as she started to become only dimly aware. It didn’t take long however, before a feeling of sickness, dread and panic jolted her awake. For a moment, Catherine struggled to process where she was exactly. She remembered receiving the package, then nothing else really. It was then that Catherine began to realize that she’d become the object of someone or something’s attention.

“Oh fuck…” She muttered sitting up and looking around. This wasn’t her home, and there wasn’t anything that she could sense that told her otherwise.