(C) Jason Ward

Patrick

The city skyline, is like any other, well if you are used to American cities. RavenCrest is indeed an average city. Large and metropolitan.

The twenty two year old college graduate that hovered high in the morning sky, watching the sun rise, was not a strange sight. Life below continued it's normal flow.

Caucasian, blond hair that is well kept and short. The sun reflecting from the greenish eyes. The emerald green hoodie and black track pants, stood out against the orange sky. His black running shoes, regular store bought. No jewelry, but a silver ring on his right index finger. The twenty two year old is slim, yet athletic looking, almost gymnast build.

Patrick Kelly, slowly floated downward to the streets. The running shoes kissing the sidewalk outside his apartment building.

Patrick took a deep breath of air; to quiet the noise...all the voices of the city. Hearing everyone's thoughts, was not a burden he enjoyed. It was one of many burdens. As he looked at a billboard, with a ceral box advertisement. Reminding him, he was the son of Alan Kelly, whom the world only called by his superhero name Icon. Like his dead father, he had inherited all the powers of Icon and to a greater degree. His father the most powerful telepath in the world, his mother, her telekinesis was virtually unmatched. Patrick Kelly had inherited both abilities. World governments, were expecting him to step into the hero role one day soon. After all Patrick Kelly at the young age of 22, is the most powerful telepath and user of telekinesis in the world.

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

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Patrick returned to his appartment, a space place. A bed, a few chairs and enough closet space for this bachelor pad. Everything in the apartment was in its place. Patrick, already had his work out and simple breakfast. The toothpaste and toothbrush floated towards him. Using his psychic abilities, the cap slowly spun off. A neat line of toothpaste walked onto the toothbrush. The toothbrush gently, carefully brushed his teeth as his hands were busy with his smart phone.

'Will be catching the bus, to work today. To enjoy the view.' The two blue ticks appeared. His boss at the charity had read it...as usual no response. Patrick, floated his backpack onto his back. He would arrive at the homeless shelter early as usual.

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