“W-what happened?” I stirred. There was an awful pound inside my head and sticky stuff all over my face. My hand found its way to the throbbing portion of my temples. A man knelt beside me, but I couldn’t recognize who it was initially. “Ugh. It fucking hurts.”
“Good job, son.” His dry voice said. Slowly, he took out something soft and wiped the sticky stuff off of my face. It was then I noticed that it was my blood. “I often see that Mentals are potentially powerful, but I’ve never seen so