Full Moon Rising: Part 2
I heard Amy’s thoughts, that is impossible. Its one thing to see it on tv, or read about it in a book. But to actually hear Amy’s thoughts. I must be imagining thing.

In the buzzing vortex of freaking out all I could think was, I need to get away. And in a blink of an eye, both Amy and I were in darkness.

Amy was still lost in her afterglow, but even a deaf person would feel the smack on their ass when we fell on hard concrete. To give a description of it, it would be like, when you go to sit down and someone pulls the chair from right under you. Yeah, not fun.

Anyway, Amy, bolted up having a freak storm of her own. “Where are we;” and how did we get here? I can’t see, i can’t see. Why can’t I see? Wait; “Calder,” her voice had a tremor of fear, “Are you in here?”

I mimicked her fear so she would cosider me a victim to, “Yes?”

I could see everything, right down to the worry lines on her face. “I can’t see,” she orally iterated.

I looked, really looked around our surroundings. Even though it is a darker shade, I could see perfectly. We were trapped in a supply closet. Amy was still mentally freaking. Going from alien attack, to drugging to take her organs, and a lovely little fantasy rape. Wow, what a little freak. Who knew the angelic, black haired, blue eyed, freckled faced, petite little lady before my was into bondage. I could sense her getting wet.

I came up behind her. Rapping, my arms around her waist.