The Fourth Kinetic
Clairvoyants Book 1
by Brady Moore
Genre
YA Fantasy
In this world, there are four strains of clairvoyants:
Kinetics who can move objects with their minds, Prophets who have involuntary
visions of the future, Readers who can delve into the innermost thoughts of
others in an instant, and Aural who can transfer their consciousness to control
the bodies of others.
At just 17 years old, Rion Grean is a Kinetic with no knowledge that he is not
alone in his abilities. His protective mother had kept them constantly moving,
even going as far as refusing to tell Rion about his father whom he never met.
However, when an accident separates them, Rion finds himself being pursued by a
covert militaristic force that sees his kind as dangerous anomalies in society.
Suddenly thrust into a world filled with different factions of Clairvoyants,
Rion must navigate through alliances and betrayals to determine who he can
trust.
Despite his natural talents and intelligence, Rion has always struggled to make
friends and find purpose in life due to his sheltered upbringing. But as he
faces challenges outside of his comfort zone, he learns the true meaning of
friendship and family. This is not a typical story of good versus evil; it is a
deeply personal journey of self-discovery and the struggle to coexist in a
society that fears what it cannot understand.
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The sounds of thumping feet come my way as I stumble across the room. Dust flies into the air when I scamper by. The fight to prevent a cough seems to take more focus than attempting to move my old couch with my mind. I hear them tugging away at the front door just as I’ve reached the edge of the room. I glance back and see two shadows stream against the murky floor. I turn and squeeze the doorknob. Shift it to each side as swiftly as my hands can manage, but it doesn’t budge. A squeal escapes my lips as I tug. It’s no use—the door is locked.
I shift my head back. Their masked faces have turned, and I know they’ve heard me.
Crash!
Shattered glass rattles the floor, and reflexes cause me to raise my arm over my face.
“We’ve got him!” one of them shouts, as he creeps through the jagged hole he’s just created.
The other shoves him through with a heightened eagerness.
Instinct kicks in, and my arms fly forth, triggered by the renewed thumping in my chest. I can feel the invisible energy surge through my body and across the room like a tidal wave. The remaining scraps of the doorway explode into pieces as both armored men go flying outward. I don’t wait to see their bodies scrape against the withered parking lot. I turn and refocus my attention on the locked door. I spread my fingers as I place my hand just above the knob.
“We…we’ve got…a…a Kinetic,” one of them groans, while writhing against the dilapidated asphalt.
All other sounds are mute to me now. Every bit of focus is on this doorknob. I can feel the veins protruding from my brow, and my eyes turning a bloodshot red. My hands shake, and my teeth rattle. I think about the closet door at home that I unlocked with ease. I can’t let my panic cloud my senses.
Slowly, the knob rattles as if stricken by a miniature earthquake, until finally I feel it rip from the crusted wood. Close enough. I glance back as I swing the rickety old door against the wall. Here they come. Two more soldiers join the ones I previously blew away. I fumble up a mucky stairwell. The smell of dust and poor plumbing fills my nostrils.
Voooom!
A sensation I’ve never felt comes rushing by. A powerful gust seems to clip my legs just as I turn the corner of the stairwell. It knocks me to my knees and sends a flurry of wood and dust scattering into the atmosphere.
My body slams against the wall, and I gasp for air. A powerful ache creeps into my skull, like I’ve just been thumped in the head by a baseball. What the hell was that? If that was the blast from their guns, I doubt I’ll be able to withstand a straight shot.
Thunderous footsteps return as I regain my focus and begin stumbling up the stairs. There are only a few steps, but it feels like I’m crawling up thousands. I don’t know what is pushing me. Fear, perhaps? Whatever it is, the adrenaline surging through me is incomprehensible.
Voooom!
The next blast comes just as I dive through a steel doorway. The door swings from its rusted hinges and smacks against the rooftop floor. A warm beam of sunlight flows into me as I cradle into the fetal position.
I just lie there, clutching my hands to my head. A piercing screech seers though my mind. My heartbeat is the only recognizable sound, and my entire body is numb. I peek out and see the open rooftop. The sun is glaring at me through a thin patch of clouds. My mind is yammering at my body to do whatever it takes to move. I have to get up!
The only thing I can muster is a limp crawl. It doesn’t take long to realize that they have me.
Brady Moore was born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina. He began writing stories and drawing his own comic books at the age of ten and never looked back.
After graduating high school he attended the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. In December of 2010, he graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Media Studies.
Heavily influenced by film and television, his writing includes elements from multiple genres and multimedia styles. He currently resides in Charlotte, NC where he enjoys writing everything from poetry to movie scripts. His ultimate goal is to see one of his works adapted for the screen.
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