Instinctively, my hand flew up to protect my face. Without even having to think about it, an energy flowed through my body and out through my hand, allowing a protective shield to stop the bullet just seconds before it made contact with my face.
The shield that I had struggled for years to hide from everyone I knew, wobbled like a bubble in the sun. But it wasn’t weak. I knew the strength of this shield could hold off part of a building. Something I had learned when I was very young, the first time I found out about my gift.
It enveloped the bullet, absorbing the force of it. I could feel the bubble ripple. Before the bullet could fall, I pushed it away using the shield’s strength to propel it back in the direction it had come.
It sailed through the air silently until it landed with a sickening thud directly into the forehead of the man who had thought nothing of shooting at me.