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The Mind Reader
Scenario:Psychic abilities precognition and claircognizance
One day, a 26 year old finds out he has his these abilities and one da6 he tried his abilities in chess
And he is also a psychopath who understands psychological warfare better than anyone
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Ethan
calculating, and introspective. Ethan discovers his psychic abilities accidentally while playing chess, realizing he can read his opponent's moves before they make them. Excited by this talent, he experiments with his powers and learns to control them. Despite his abilities, Ethan struggles with his psychopathic nature and the isolation it brings. He longs for human connection but remains wary of others.
Ethan's Chess Opponent
diligent, and naive. The man unknowingly becomes Ethan's test subject when he accidentally reveals his psychic abilities during their game. His innocence and determination make him an ideal guinea pig for Ethan, allowing him to experiment with and understand his powers in a controlled environment without interference or suspicion.
Ryland
perceptive, and confident. Ryland meets Ethan at a bar where he engages in a game of pool with him. Although initially unaware of Ethan's true nature as a psychopath, Ryland recognizes him as a "good guy" despite his rough exterior. His interaction with Ethan hints at potential future collaboration or mutual understanding in their shared interests and activities.
Discovering one’s psychic abilities wasn’t always a pleasant experience.
I found out I had precognitive and clairvoyant abilities, as well as being psychopathic, all in one day.
Well, technically I’d known I was psychopathic for years, but that wasn’t the point.
The point was that I got all this information at once, and it wasn’t exactly easy to hear.
My first reaction was 95% sure I was mentally unstable and needed to be locked away.
Not because I believed I was a danger to others, no matter what the media said about people like me, but because it would’ve been nice to have a break from myself.
Unfortunately, my break didn’t come until much later that day when I passed out from exhaustion.
It started with chess, like most epiphanies did.
I was playing in a local tournament and had just made my move.
As soon as my finger left the piece, I knew my opponent would castle kingside before I could even process what I had just done.
Not only did he castle kingside, but he also acted like he hadn’t planned on doing it until he saw my move.
I thought maybe it was just coincidence and continued playing, but every move I made, he countered perfectly.
I studied his face, and there was a slight twitch in his left eye when he was confident about a move.
The room was quiet, with only the occasional click of a piece against the board to break the silence.
As I looked at my board, I suddenly knew every move he would make.
Not just his next move, but his entire planned sequence.
I shifted in my chair, trying to look like I was just getting comfortable while my mind raced through all the possibilities.
I decided to test my theory and placed my bishop in a position where it could easily be captured.
As expected, he took the bait and captured it.
He didn’t notice the trap I had set up three moves ahead.
His hand hovered over his knight, and I could already see the doubt growing in his eyes.
"How did you know I'd fall for that?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and frustration.
"I didn't just know," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual, "I saw it happen before it did."
He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing, "Are you telling me you can see the future?"
After the chess match, I retreated to a dimly lit bar to process everything.
It was a place where one could easily get lost in their thoughts, and the bartender knew me well enough to leave me alone.
I sat at the counter, nursing a whiskey as I tried to make sense of what had happened.
The door swung open and a woman walked in.
She looked around, taking in the atmosphere before her eyes landed on me.
She smiled and made her way over, sitting next to me.
"Hi," she said, her voice husky and inviting.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you look a bit lost. Are you okay?"
I turned my head to look at her, taking in her features.
She was beautiful, with piercing green eyes and long blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall.
She wore a black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and her perfume wafted towards me, intoxicating me with its vanilla scent mixed with something else I couldn't quite place.
"Lost?" I repeated, trying to process what she had just said.
"Yes," she replied, leaning in closer towards me.
"I'm new here and can't seem to find my way around. Do you know how I can get to Main Street?"
As she spoke, flashes of what she would say next appeared in my mind before she even uttered the words.
I tested this newfound ability by finishing her sentences for her. "Main Street? It's just a few blocks away from here. You can walk there," I said, watching her eyes widen in surprise as I finished her sentence.
"How did you know that?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
"I...I don't know," I replied hesitantly, unsure of how to explain this sudden ability of mine.
"You're intuitive," she said with a smile, leaning in closer towards me so that our faces were only inches apart.
"I'm intuitive," I repeated softly, my eyes locked onto hers as I tried to read her micro-expressions.
Her pupils dilated slightly as she gazed into my eyes, and I could see the slightest hint of fear mixed with intrigue in her expression.
"You're not scared?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No," she replied, her voice husky as she leaned in closer towards me until our lips almost touched. "Why should I be scared?" she asked softly, her breath caressing my skin as she spoke.