Fingers bent in odd ways before being broken by the psychic’s powerful mind. Jeremy screamed continuously as his hand was destroyed. It wasn’t systematic, instead it had an element of cruel curiousity.

“That was for touching me. Now what should I do to you next?” The eight year old said in a strange dry voice. Something had happened to him, changed him. The Charlie Jeremy knew never talked like that.

“Please… Charlie.” Jeremy managed to spit out between ragged breaths. His broken and bloody hand felt like it was on fire.

Charlie traced a rectangle in the air with the index finger of his right hand. Nearby the frozen pond began to creak ominously. Cupping his hands, he changed to a lifting motion and a thick chunk of ice in the shape of a rectangle lifted out the pond. His face lost some of its unnatural cruelty and took on grim regret.

“Goodbye… brother. For what it’s worth, I am truly sorry.”

Jeremy flailed wildly as invisible hands grabbed him and began dragging him to the hole in the ice.