A fat man cursed as he touched the brace on his broken wrist. He looked up at the ceiling and scowled, "Damned that chauffeur!"

The bruises on his face ached in pain as he recalled the brutal beating he suffered.

"Did you leave a mark on the girl?" He growled at the boy who nodded silently, looking down on his feet guiltily before turning away from him with a frightened expression on his face.

"Good. Now run along, I've got things to do." The fat man turned on the laptop computer and typed away on the keyboard before he finally reached a dark web website.

He patted the media server at his feet and grinned evilly as he logged in as the administrator of the dark web website that he created. It was a place for his customers and clients to purchase videos featuring women being brutally assaulted by an invisible assailant who enjoyed torturing his victims.

He had been making money selling these horrific scenes since he graduated high school and had built quite a following of loyal customers who were willing to pay top dollar for his sick content.

As for the person who was doing the crime, well, that was none other than himself. He had the Psionic ability to turn invisible and then torment his victims in ways that were almost unimaginable.

With a little bit of help from the boy in front of him who had the ability to leave a psychic mark that allowed him to track anyone's whereabouts when he touched them. The boy was the perfect tool for his dirty deeds.

The man smiled evilly as he posted a new message on the banner of the dark web page advertising his upcoming video, "I'll be filming a new series of videos this month!" He already imagined the young girl's screams in his mind as she struggled desperately under the invisible assault of her unseen attacker.

Knock, knock... Knock, knock...

A sound came from the front door, causing the man to frown slightly before he close the laptop lid.

**

The chauffeur knocked on the door, his face expressionless as he waited for a response. He heard a faint sound from inside, and he knew that his target was there.

Suddenly, the chauffeur punched through the door, his fist connecting with the man's mouth and knocking him backward onto the floor. Blood spurted from the man's lips as he lay there in pain, his teeth scattered across the floor.

The chauffeur kicked the door open and entered the room, his face contorted with anger and hatred.

His target laid on the ground in pain and humiliation as he spat out teeth fragments and bloodied saliva.

He saw the target on the floor. Suddenly, the portly body began fading out of sight until it turned completely invisible.

"Let's see how you deal with this," the fat man said his voice taunting. "How are you going to hit what you can't see?"

The chauffeur didn't respond, his eyes focused and determined. He could already hear the sound of the man getting back up on his feet.

The chauffeur was slightly surprised at the revelation that the target was a Psion but he brushed it off as he prepared for combat.

He knew right away that the man was an inexperienced fighter hiding behind his invisibility. But he was also a Psion, with enhanced physical capabilities and heightened senses. He could hear the man's breathing and footsteps, and he would use that to his advantage.

The invisible man started to move, and the sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the house.

Suddenly, a kitchen knife on the counter began floating in the air before it turned invisible as the man did. The invisible man was now armed with a weapon as he circled around the house to keep himself hidden from view.

The chauffeur kept moving forward until he heard the invisible man's knife swing coming toward him.

The chauffeur dodged the blade, his reflexes quick and precise. A line of blood appeared on the chauffeur's right cheek as he dodged the blade. He punched in the direction of the knife but hit nothing but empty space.

Another swipe from the invisible man's invisible knife missed the chauffeur's chest, slicing off his black tie and parts of his suit jacket.

The chauffeur retreated, sighing as he reluctantly removed his driver cap to reveal the black cat ears on the top of his head.

As a Psion with enhanced senses, he could now hear the invisible man's breath, heartbeat, and even the second person hiding nearby. The cost was these embarrassing cat-like ears, which made him stand out.

He usually wore a hat to cover them up, though it did reduce the effectiveness of this second set of ears.

Laughter erupted from the empty space as the invisible man looked at the chauffeur with amusement, "Didn't Halloween pass already? Why are you still wearing your costume?"

The chauffeur didn't respond as he focus on listening for the invisible man's breathing and footfalls, ready for whatever trick he may try next. He waited patiently for several minutes as the invisible man prowled around the living room.

The invisible man attacked again, his invisible knife slicing through the air. The chauffeur retreated backward, dodging and weaving as he tried to anticipate the man's movements. He knew that he had to be patient, and wait for the right moment to strike.

Finally, the chauffeur heard the man's footsteps coming closer. With a flick of his wrist, he sent two knives toward the corner of the wall where he knew the invisible man was hiding.

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The knives hit their target, embedding themselves into the invisible man's flesh. The two knives looked like they were floating in mid-air before a scream of agony filled the room, and the fat man became visible again.

He fell to the ground begging for mercy, holding his bloody chest in pain as he gasped for air, "Oh, God! Please don't kill me..."

The chauffeur approached the man, his face contorted with disgust and hatred. "The minute you laid your hands on the young miss, you were already a dead man," he said, his voice cold and menacing.

The fat man looked up at the chauffeur, his face contorted with fear and desperation. "Please, I have a son," he said, his voice pleading. "He needs his father. Please, don't kill me."

The chauffeur paused, his gaze falling upon the young boy who was peeking out from the kitchen doorway. The child’s head of soiled, matted black hair and tattered clothing revealed that he was clearly not being cared for properly. The child's Hispanic features were prominent, with dark eyes and olive skin."

The chauffeur knocked out the fat man with a swift blow to his head before walking to the boy with a gentle smile. He remembered what the young miss had told him about the boy, and how he was reluctant to help this man.

The chauffeur knelt down in front of the boy, "Sorry for hurting your father—"

The boy suddenly hugged him, "Thank you for stopping him!" He cried with tears running down his face, "He would have hurt that pretty girl!"

The chauffeur froze as he was caught by surprise by the sudden display of affection, but then he smiled and patted the boy on the head gently before picking him up in his arms, "Your welcome. Now tell me all about this father of yours. How was he planning to hurt the young miss?"

The boy paled as he recalled the crimes the man had committed. The boy pointed at the closed laptop on the desk without saying a word.

The chauffeur opened the laptop screen and saw the dark web page advertising their upcoming series of videos.

He clicked on one of the videos hosted on the page and the video file began to play automatically, sending chills up the butler's spine. The video showed a beautiful woman with blond hair being assaulted by an invisible assailant while she cried for help. Her clothes ripped as she struggled to escape from under the invisible assailant's invisible grasp. The camera zoomed in on her terrified expression as her face contorted with fear and anguish.

The chauffeur stopped the video and close the laptop lid as he turned to stare at the young boy, "Where do you fit in all this?" He demanded in a cold voice.

The young boy introduced himself as Johnny and told the story of how the overweight man had taken him in after discovering that he was a Psion with no family or friends. He was a true orphan. The fat man promised him that he would take care of him if the boy agreed to do his bidding and follow his orders as long.

Johnny looked at the driver with hesitation before confessing his Psionic ability, "My power allows me to track people after touching them," he answered nervously, "That's how my father finds his victims."

"And you used it on our young miss?"

Johnny hesitated again before nodding with an apologetic expression.

The chauffeur frowned deeply. "How many people can you keep track of?" He said with suspicion as he stared at him.

"I don't know..." Johnny shrugged as he shook his head, "I never reached my limit. Even now, I have the locations of all the ladies he hurt."

The chauffeur was perplexed as he tried to understand the reason. "Why are you still tracking them?"

Johnny's face went pale as he pointed at the unconscious man nervously, "He said sometimes his customers demand a part two." He whimpered and looked away with guilt written across his features.

The chauffeur stared at the bleeding unconscious man on the ground for several moments before turning to the boy.

"Wait for me outside," the chauffeur said. "I'll be out in a minute."

He pulled out a phone from his pocket and dialed his private number, "Captain? It has been taken care of."

"Don't call me Captain, Corporal Daniels. I'm a Brigadier General now," Garrett complained.

"You will always be Captain to me, sir," the chauffeur replied respectfully. The chauffeur's name was Stephen Daniels and he was a former soldier under Garrett's command.

When his tour was over, Garrett offered him a job working for him as a bodyguard. Garrett rarely hired anyone other than his old friends and subordinates because he believed in loyalty above all else.

"Sorry about the delay, but the target was a Psion, so it took more time than expected."

"You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?" Garrett asked anxiously. He surprised to find out that the creep that touched his daughter was actually had Psionic abilities.

"It's just a few minor scratches," Stephen assured him, "But I want you to know I found a potential recruit with a pretty interesting ability."

"Oh really?" Garrett perked up, "Bring him by tonight."

**

Johnny was trying to warm his icy small fingers when a giant inferno suddenly erupted, engulfing his home.

The flames shot up into the air, illuminating the darkness of the night. The orange glow of the fire reflected again his pale white face.

As the flames danced into the air, the man that defeated his adopted father emerged from the burning wreckage, leaving the fat man behind to perish in flames.

"You're coming with me, boy," The man said to him in a deep booming voice.

Trembling with fear and confusion, Johnny stumbled after the man as he marched across the street and climbed into the luxury automobile parked across the street from the burning remains of his home.

He had no idea what the future held, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow this stranger.