One day he woke up and simply was.
Medium didn't remember his family, his friends, his one bedroom apartment or his boss from the accounting firm. But they all claimed to remember him, they all said they
knew him. They'd watched him grow up - live, laugh, cry, regret. There were videos and photographs and holograms.
But no matter how hard he tried, all he could remember before he woke up was... peace. A calm, beautiful ocean of white and pale gold and pink.
But then he had... he had opened his eyes and he'd found himself here. Twenty four. Living in a city he didn't remember among people he didn't recognize. His parents took him to hospitals and doctors and they all said there was nothing wrong with him - physically or mentally.
But there WAS. No one wanted to be in a room with him for very long. He was uncomfortable to be around. They didn't understand why.
The world he found himself in was strange. There were people who called themselves normals. Everyone he knew was one. There were others who were gifted. With abilities the normals both envied and feared. His mother insisted he had always been normal. ---- DOESNT WORK WITH NEW STORY? Blessed? Bonded? What.
Right up until the first shadow.
It happened one afternoon. He'd been early to an appointment at the newest in what had become a long line of shrinks. A few seats away from him sat a woman who kept crying. Kept pulling at her hair and muttering to herself and crying.
At first he ignored her. It wasn't hard to do. It didn't even bother him when his mother burst into tears whenever she saw him. Nothing bothered him really.
But he couldn't stop looking at her. For the first time since he woke up he felt something other than confusion. This was fascination. He wanted... he wanted something. Something from her. Something in her.
There was a shadow in her heart. An inky black stain.
He didn't even realize what had happened until he heard someone shouting, trying to pry his hands off her throat. He pushed the person away, but he never released her. Not until the shadow was all gone.
Later, the woman told him that their shrink had suddenly started blubbering. He'd clutched his head and screamed, then run out the door.
She'd been sad for as long as she could remember, she told him. She'd thought he was going to kill her. She was going to let him. But he'd just cradled her neck with his palms and... hummed. She'd felt all her sorrow drain out of her. "For a second," she swore, "I saw wings."
The shadow followed him home.
Medium's Pet: A being made of shadows/emotional pain he absorbs
By Probie NOTES: medium didn't really exist in this world before he woke up. memory manip but who?
Nightmare Montre
