Protection Program

Richer Davenport, is the princess every mind controller has been waiting for. When her father passes out, she's sent to the 'Protection Program' which is an organisation in charge of protection and developing the power of mind controllers. When words run out that Davenport is inside the facility, everyone wants to find her, as she is the first Mind Controller and Future Seeking girl in the past 18 years.
It's up to her and her new friends to save herself.


24. Chapter Sixteen



I woke up thanks to the mess that was being held right outside my room. I slowly sat up and tried to figure out what was going on without having to use my powers. 


"She's not a toy to play with!" Nath shouted. 

"He's right!" Jared attacked. 

"You can't make us fry her brain!" Nath shouted and I immediately stood up and ran to the hallway. 

"Listen kids-" Mr. Stalin was starting. 

"You want to fry up my brain?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "But I thought you wanted to know what the feeling was and find out how to do it without actually practising, what changed your  mind?"

"How did you know that?" Mr. Stalin questioned. 

"What do you mean?" I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Those were locked thoughts." Mr. Stalin said. "How could you read them?"

I shrugged and everyone stared at me. "I basically only read locked thoughts, have you realised that?"

"Get ready for school." Mr. Stalin said and left the room.

"Oi!" I shouted. "Are they going to fry my brain?!"


I heard the guys chuckle and I winked at them before entering my room to get ready for school.


I just really hope they don't try to fry my brain.




I sat down on the bleachers as I waited for my sports class to start, Carter still MIA and well, I was totally alone in this class meaning that anyone could try to fry my brain.


"Richer Davenport." A voice said as someone sat down next to me. 

"You are?" I questioned. 

"I'm Michael." He replied. "I've trying to talk to you on the hallways but, you're always with some guy and last class you were with Carter and then ran off."

"Why do you want to speak with me?" I questioned. 

"Because I find you interesting." Michael replied. 

I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes. "Oh." I tried to focus on his mind, I thought he was normal, but I got surprised to find his mind blocked twice. 


You're not going to get anywhere Richer. We found you and we'll slowly kill you...


I narrowed my eyes and turned to face Michael. I gulped and stood up. 


"Where are you going?" Michael questioned.

"The bathroom." I answered and ran out of the gym.


I tried to focus where were the rest. Someone was behind me and they were no going to stop until they got it. I ran to the office room trying to see if I could find Mr. Stalin. 


"Excuse me." I said to the secretary. "Do you know where I can find Mr. Stalin?"

"Right here." Mr. Stalin spoke without letting the secretary speak. "Come to my office Miss Davenport."


I followed him towards his office, and in a blank second, I saw how he was going to make me run towards the house, Nath and Ax following suit, whilst Jared and himself searched for the person. 


"I think you should call the boys." I said. "You're gonna do it after I explain what happened."

"Ok?" Mr. Stalin said as he fished out his phone. "Vision?"

"I just had one." I said. "But I think that there is someone on my gym class trying to kidnap me."

"Why do you say that?" Mr. Stalin urged. 

"A thought was shoved to my mind." I replied. "Do you want me to quote it?" Mr. Stalin nodded. "You're not going to get anywhere Richer. We found you and we'll slowly kill you."


Nathaniel, Ax, Jared, Keon, Aaron, and Mike burst inside the room with questioning looks. 


"Nath and Ax we gotta run back home and start packing." I said with a shrug. 

"You heard her." Mr. Stalin said. "Take Aaron with, the rest follow me, there's someone behind Richer here." 


We all nodded and moved where we had to be. My life is now getting weirder.

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