A Psychic's Scarlet Dream

And as of right now, he is not trying. He is just casually relaxing on the bench of a public park after having completed his routinely meditation.

"Are you alone?"

A woman, wearing a tracksuit quite common for jogging and exercising, stops by to ask.

Walter: "Yes, I am alone. Is that an inconvenience in any way?"

Woman: "No, no, not at all."

With a smile, she says that and sits down next to him on the bench. Walter pays little attention to her but she returns the favor ten-fold.

Woman: "So, I was wondering – I have never seen you around here before."

Walter: "Yes, I am a wandering spirit. I never appear in one public park more than once."

Although Walter himself considers that joke pretty lame as soon as he says it, the woman starts laughing like it"s the funniest thing she has ever heard.

"Is she hitting on me?"

The question arises within his mind. And everything that happens from there on out seems to indicate a "yes".

Woman: "So, what"s your name? I am Angela by the way, Angela Holystone."

With a little bit of hesitation, Walter answers the smiling woman.

Walter: "I am Walter Schmidt."

She cheers up even more as she hears that name and asks,

Angela: "Where do you live?"

Since he couldn"t really answer with "The Ghost Nation", or maybe he could – as a joke, but in all seriousness, he had to come up with something else. To not break the flow of the conversation though, he gives the answer he always gives to those asking this question.

Walter: "In Germany, my home country. I am visiting this country for a month or so."

One could tell from his name that he was German and so he had used that lie many a times. However, this time it backfired.

Angela: "I am sure I remember seeing you two months ago too somewhere though. Were you also visiting then?"

She says with a mischievous smile as if to indicate that she has caught him red-handed but is willing to overlook it if the other party plays their cards right.

However, didn"t she say just earlier that she had never seen him before? Or, did she say that she said never seen him "around here" before?

Walter: "Well, that shouldn"t really count, as I am a psychic capable of teleporting from one end of the Earth to another in a matter of seconds. Back then, I had just come here for some business."

He says the truth with a straight face but obviously the woman sitting next to him just laughs again, thinking it"s a joke.

Angela: "And what kind of business was that?"

Walter: "The vampires were making trouble so I was asked to wipe out a little base they had set up near here."

It had taken him a whole hour to kill the half thousand of them. Quite a crafty bunch they were. But in any case,

Woman: "Oh? And how did it go?"

The woman asks, believing herself to be playing along with a joke.

Walter: "Well, it went well. Other than those bloodsuckers shouting out threats like "our strategist will kick your b.u.t.t" or something like that, no major problems happened. I am kinda interested in meeting their strategist though. He seems like an interesting guy."

Angela laughs yet again.

Walter wonders to himself how he could use truth to become a real playboy if these are the general results of telling women about vampires and psychics.

Angela: "Well, that"s all well and good."

She says as she closes in on him.

Angela: "But let"s get a bit more serious."

Seeing her closing in, Walter uses Aura Reading to see if this all is a part of some elaborate prank by a bunch of mischievous women or if it"s actually a ploy, albeit a very generic one, by someone to get to him by making him drop his guard. Nothing and no one suspicious like that could be picked up in the vicinity of a thousand kilometers though.

Walter: "Alright, let"s get a bit more serious."

He says as he turns to the woman.

Walter: "Let"s stop trying to pretend that you are interested in me and get to why you are really here."

Despite there being nothing suspicious in the vicinity though, when using Aura Reading, Walter inadvertently read the aura around her. And it seems like, deep inside, this woman named Angela is trying her best to suppress her murderous impulses towards him.

Angela: "Alright,"

She says with a sly smile.

Angela: "Let"s do that."

And without giving him a chance, she brings her hand to his cheek and rubs it against his skin once. Or so, she thinks.

She does end up being able to touch his cheek but it"s not that she was too fast for Walter to stop her. He could have taken a tour of half of the world by the time her hands reached his, but he chose to let her go through with whatever she was trying to do – to see what she is planning and why.

As soon as her hand parts from his skin, Walter feels dizzy and his vision gets blurry.

He says in a plain voice though,

Walter: "That"s a useful ability you have got there, Angela."

And he pa.s.ses out.

Angels leans back on the bench and wipes off her hands disgustedly, and smirks.

Angela: "But of course, you overpowered a.s.shole!"

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When he opens his eyes, the strongest man in the world finds himself in a rather comfy-looking apartment, tied in a rather not-comfy-looking chair.

Walter: "Well, this is new. Or maybe not, who knows?"

Hearing his voice, a particular woman walks out of her bedroom and looks at him with a condescending smile.

Angela: "And here I thought you"d never wake up. Seriously, taking that long to wake up just from a single stroke of my hand on your cheek, you are so lame."

Walter: "Oh, do pardon me. Maybe you are just that great of a psychic."

Of course Walter could wake up at any time he wants.

That stroke of her hand couldn"t keep him down for more than a minute. After that, it would have been his choice whether to wake up or not. However, he chose to use that rare opportunity to rest and dream more and hence, he had not woken up.

However,

Angela: "But of course I am. I do wonder though, how did you know what I used was a psychic ability?"

She bends over and looks him directly in the eye. The distance between them is nothing more than a fourth of a meter, as if to demean Walter saying he doesn"t even pose enough of a threat for her to maintain her distance.

Walter: "Well, for starters,"

He uses that opportunity however to –

Angela: "Wh"

Return the favor from earlier. This touching of her cheek with his hand, however, doesn"t last more than a split second and is nothing more than a peck at best. Walter purposefully immediately pulls away, and Angela finds herself getting dizzy.

Walter: "THAT is how I know it is a psychic ability."

This man had known this ability for over a decade know. Although he has rarely needed to use it, he is still the best at it in the world. He doesn"t even need physical contact in fact; he can make a person fall unconscious from just a wink. That"s just how ridiculously broken this man is. Yet, he decided to go to the trouble of touching – as a payback for earlier.

And as a result, the woman with a smirk on her face earlier finds herself falling to the ground as her consciousness rapidly drifts away.

Walter, with a carefree att.i.tude, breaks the ropes tying his three still-tied-up limbs and stands up, only to stretch a little and looks at the woman lying unconscious on the ground.

Walter: "Hah! Now who exactly could this woman be?"

He questions himself.

While yes, nowhere near his power level, this woman still seems to be quite skilled of a psychic to have been able to hide her supernatural aura from Walter when they met at the park earlier. Even when he used Aura Reading, he could only find out that this woman had murderous impulses being suppressed inside her. He couldn"t dig deep enough into her aura that she was a psychic.

He has to wonder at this point – who could this woman possibly be?

And so, he sighs.

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