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In Between Minds: Uncontrollable

The force of her emergence stripped me of the control of my body: it belonged to her now. She screamed, a primal scream of raw power that communicated seemingly endless years of rage and pain and terror. There were no words: she had none.

Kseniya fled. Martin stayed, frozen in place, the gun apparently forgotten. That much I saw before I lost access to my senses. I no longer knew what was happening in the physical world.

She ripped Martin’s shield to shreds in an instant, exposing his mind. In the next instant, before she could act, he raised a new shield which she quickly demolished. A new shield appeared; she battered it down. Again and again and again. Martin was fighting for his life.

Kat! We’ve got to do something while she’s occupied!

What do we do, Val?

Something! Anything!

Val and I meant nothing to her. She was far stronger than either of us, but she was also unguarded and oblivious. I was a sender, a teller of lies, a thief of thoughts and memories, and I was good.

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