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Chosen, Part II: Chaos

Chosen, Part II: Chaos

Continued from Part One

“You are the future of humanity, that’s all I know for certain,” Flip stated solemnly.

“That seems a bit intense. What if I’m a fluke?” I replied.

“The more exciting thought is: what if you’re one in a million? That means there’s thousands more like you.”

“That is a pretty exciting thought.”

“Think about it, what if there’s thousands of people out there with the same, or similar, abilities. Superpowers. We’re talking about fucking superpowers.”

We were walking back to the restaurant and to Flip’s car. I was wishing that I was hovering, but I had to keep this a secret.

“You’ve changed my entire worldview in the period of 45 minutes, dude. Imagine how you can change the world. Just the fact that you can do this would likely advance scientific understanding by thousands of years.”

“Maybe.” I replied

We arrived back at the restaurant. Flip pulled out his car keys. He twirled them in his hands, “Man, I wish I didn’t have to work right now.”

Flip got into his car, turned the key and drove away to stock peas and corn at the local grocer. Meanwhile, it was time for me to fly home. I was in plain sight of a dozen windows, so I walked to a nearby alley. I glanced around, then looked up. With a single thought, I was soaring through the atmosphere.

The feeling of flight was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I could go as fast as I could handle, so I pushed it. The air resistance against my face was intense, but bearable. I kept an eye out for birds, drones and airplanes. I learned during my first flight that I should stay below a certain altitude. There was a sweet spot where I couldn’t be seen from the ground and I wasn’t in danger of hitting a plane. That’s where I liked to soar.

I landed on my patio with a thud; I was still getting the hang of touching down. I unlocked my sliding glass door with a wave of the hand and stepped inside. It was interesting, even though my psychokinesis was all mental, I still liked to move my body with my commands. Old habits I guess.

My place was a mess. I had been preoccupied with exploring my newfound abilities and not so much on cleaning. Although, I could use psychokinesis to clean. With a series of directed thoughts, I simultaneously instructed the dishes to do themselves, folded the laundry and picked up the trash on the floor.  All while I stood in the middle of my apartment with my arms folded. Now this is the life!

Flip had a good point. I could use these abilities in any number of different ways. I could buy a police scanner and fight crime. I’d find out if I can stop bullets pretty quickly. I could approach The Resistance and work with them. Or I could look for others like myself. Of course, I still had to pay my bills. Unless I robbed a bank or armored car…

No! I can’t become a criminal. Although, what about chaotic good? I could follow my own sense of morals. My own sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.

Yes, maybe that’s the way to go: create my own path. If I join up with The Resistance I’ll have to match their ideology, which I don’t necessarily agree with entirely. I can become a force for chaotic good in this world!

What if there are others out there like me, though? Maybe with the same abilities, maybe with different ones. How would I find them?

I could go public as, well, a superhero. Get a disguise, start fighting crime, as defined by me, and see who comes out to greet me. Or fight me.

I’ll need to sleep on this.


A loud banging woke me up well before my alarm clock. It was somebody knocking at the door. I walked to the door and asked, “who is this?”

“It’s the police, open up!”

What the hell? I obliged and opened the door. Why don’t I have a peephole?

It was Flip. He laughed and said, “I bet that gave you a scare!” He pushed his way past me and walked in.

“Look, this is going to come off as a bit aggressive, but…”

Suddenly, Flip pulled out a gun that was tucked into his pants.

“We have to know,” he said seriously.

“Flip, calm down. What if I can’t? Are you going to kill me to find out?”

“Well, I mean, I’ll aim at your leg!” He was getting a little nervous.

“Are you aware that I could crumple your gun right now and turn it into a perfectly shape cube? I could also spin the gun around on you and pull the trigger. I don’t have to be able to stop bullets mid flight.”

“What if someone surprises you? What if you’re facing an army? We need to test your powers.” Flip was pointing the gun at my right leg and a bead of sweat ran down the left side of his face.

“Alright, fine. Pull the trigger.”

He started shaking and sweating even more.

“See, you don’t want to shoot me. Why don’t you shoot the couch and I’ll try to protect the couch?”

He sighed and said, “Why didn’t I think of that?” He shifted his aim to the couch and was noticeably calmer. “I’m not going to give you a countdown or anything.”

“You do realize we’re in the middle of an apartment complex right now, right? If you pull that trigger we’re going to have to deal with the cops. ‘Testing psychokinetic abilities’ probably won’t go over very well. Why don’t we run this test another time?” I hoped my attempt to de-escalate the situation enjoyed further success.

“Okay. Fine. Fine.” He shook his head and tucked the gun back in his waistband. “I just want to know…”

“I know, Flip, I want to know, too. But now is not the time.”

“I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t want to kill you or anything.” He said sheepishly.

“You’ve been at work for 12 hours and I’m sure you’ve had racing thoughts the entire time. I’m surprised you even went into work, to be honest.”

I went opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. “Would you like a glass?”


He was clearly coming down from an adrenaline rush of almost shooting his best friend. I decided not to show off and used my hands to pour the glasses of wine. I handed him a glass.

Flip reached for the glass and took a big swig, then said, “So, what are you going to do?”

I smiled. I suddenly knew which path to pursue.

“I’m going to create chaos.”

Chosen, Part I: Ally

Chosen, Part I: Ally

“You need to watch very carefully, otherwise you’ll miss it.”

I glanced over my left shoulder and then leaned across the table. “I need to show you something.”

“What is it? Why the secrecy?” He said.

After glancing over my right shoulder, I whispered, “I woke up a week ago, and well, something was different.”


“It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try. I woke up feeling connected to everything. Like, everything. And not in some hippy, New Age-y way. I literally felt as though my hands extended into the my bed, into my pillow, into the walls. Everywhere.”

He sighed, “Did you smoke too much herb again?”

“No, no. I quit that months ago,” I replied, “listen, why don’t I just show you?”

I glanced around the restaurant once more, then grabbed a fork. I looked at Flip in the eyes, then raised my eyebrows. I threw the fork sideways as fast as I could. Then, I reached into the fabric of existence and stopped the fork mid-flight. I pulled it back to my hand and placed it back on the table.

Flip’s mouth dropped open.

“I told you to watch closely,” I smirked.

“Dude, dude, dude. You didn’t just. You can’t. That’s not possible.”

“I did just. I can. It is possible. I don’t know how I can do this or why it happened out of nowhere, but I’m psychokinetic.” I smiled and took a sip of my moscato.

Flip’s eyes were unflinchingly locked on the fork.

“You have a string tied to the fork, don’t you?”

I took another sip of my wine, then said, “Nope. And that’s just a fork. It’s gets much more impressive.”

Flip’s gaze finally shifted to my eyes, “How much more impressive?”

“Well, it’s only been a week, but I haven’t encountered an object I can’t move. Or objects.” I took a bite of my fish while he soaked in this information.

“I can’t believe this. So you can kill people with a thought or a glance, or however it works?”

“It’s all mental, it doesn’t matter where my eyes are focused. And yes. I haven’t killed any humans yet, but I tested out stopping the heart of a squirrel. It was easier than picking up a peanut.”

“Please don’t become a super villain,” Flip laughed nervously. He hadn’t taken a drink of his beer or a bite of his steak since I threw, and recovered, the fork.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know what to do with this. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one on the planet who is actually psychokinetic. I’ve seen people online who claim that they are, but when asked for video evidence, they disappear.”

“You’re the chosen one, apparently.”

I laughed. “I guess, but chosen for what?”

“Maybe whatever gave you this, well, gift, also awakened gifts in other people around the planet. You just haven’t discovered them yet.”

“Maybe. Maybe.” I replied.

“What if, what if your job is to find others like yourself?”

“But what if there’s nobody else like me?” I retorted.

“Then, take over the world! Fight crime!”

“You know, I’ve thought about fighting crime, but crime is hard to find. How do you catch someone in the act?”

“Dude, haven’t you ever read a comic book? Buy a police scanner.” Flip finally took a sip of his beer. “I want to see more,” he said.

“I figured you would, but not here.”

We finished our meal in silence. I had never seen Flip eat so quickly, he was usually one to savor his meals. After we had finished our meal and paid the bill, we walked outside.

“Where’s your car?” Asked Flip.

“Oh, that’s another thing, I don’t need one anymore.”

“You fucker, don’t tell me you can fly, too.”

I nodded, “I use my psychokinesis on myself, and move my body where I want it to go.”

“Prove it.”

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into an alley. Effortlessly, I opened my palms and started hovering.

“Go higher,” Flip demanded.

“Fine.” I floated a few feet above the ground.

“This is insane.”

“I know.”

“You need to keep this a secret. You should still drive.” Flip said with a hushed tone.

“You’re right, but man, it’s hard to not fly everywhere.” I did a little dance in the air.

“Nobody on this planet believes in real superpowers. Sure, some believe in seeing the future, talking to the dead or reading minds, but nothing as easily substantiated as this. You need to be careful. The wrong people would kill you and dissect you.” Flip warned.

I landed back on the ground. “You make a good point, but I still think you underestimate my abilities. Let’s go to the woods.”

Flip was now looking over his shoulders. He caught my paranoia. We made our way to the nearby hiking trail.

“I can’t believe what you’re showing me. This is unprecedented. Do you know the only other person in recorded human history who could do stuff like this?” Flip asked.

“Yes, Jesus.”

“Jesus Hernandez Christ. Whether he existed or not, whether he was the son of God or not, whether he could do the things people say he did or not – countless wars have been fought in his name.”

“True, but a lot of good has been done in his name, too.”

“Good point. All I’m saying is that you’ve just become the most important human since Jesus. You could start a religion. You could even say you’re the Second Coming. I mean, you could say you’re God. Can stop bullets?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, if you can, you’re golden for God-hood.”

We were almost to the woods. Flip had no idea what he was in store for.

“Why are you letting me in on this secret? Who else knows?”

“Nobody else knows. You’re my best friend, Flip, how could I not tell you? Plus, can you imagine how hard it is to keep something like this to yourself?”

“Good point, I can’t even keep my goals to myself.”


We approached the hiking trail at the treeline. We kept walking until we reached a stream.

“Okay, this is just a stream, but watch this.” I said. With my mind fixed on every hydrogen bond being broken and reformed throughout the billions of moving hydrogen and oxygen atoms, I stopped the flow of the stream.

“Holy shit. Is it frozen?” Asked Flip.

“I stopped the breaking down and reformation of hydrogen bonds. So, it’s not quite frozen. It’s simply solid.”

“How far back did you go?” He said, looking all the way up the stream, noticing it was solid as far as he could see.

“A hundred yards or so. Beyond that, the water is moving around the solid-state water and forming puddles. If I left it alone, a new stream would form around this.”

“You mean this isn’t taking active concentration? You could walk away and leave it like this?”


“Holy shit dude. We need to see if you can stop bullets.”

“Well, I can project things like bullets.” Right after I said that, I focused on a pebble, reaching into the fiber of its being and lifting it into the air so Flip could see it. I then projected it at another rock. It went right through it, leaving a pebble shaped hole.

“Wow. I…I’m actually scared now.”

“I’m telling you, if I can imagine it, I can do it.”

“So you can probably stop bullets. You need to use this power extremely responsibly. Don’t start a religion, that hasn’t worked well in the past.”

“I won’t start a religion, Flip.”

I returned the water to liquid form and the stream started flowing again.

“Do you have like a maximum weight you can lift? Does it work like a muscle?”

I answered his question by levitating every boulder in our area three feet off the ground, then shrugging my shoulders and saying, “I don’t think I have a maximum weight.”

“You could take over a country. You could topple corrupt governments. You could return power to the people!” Flip was getting excited.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start with that.”

“Nobody said you had to do it alone.” Flip replied with a grin.

Continued on Part Two.