Franklin Scott, the Beginning.

This is a story that I have had in my mind swirling around gathering information for quite a while. The idea actually came to me while I was attending Snow College and taking a creative writing class. I was going to use the character and the earliest of the ideas for some of the class assignments. Unfortunately and fortunately I didn't. I am glad though. This has been a long time coming and it may take a while to get it all down on paper. I hope you are all in for the long ride. :)

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There is a clearing in a forest. Through this clearing flows a shallow, calm river. In this river stands a man. This man holds the wrist of a small boy and chants a rehearsed prayer. As he finishes the prayer the man grabs the boy by the shoulders and pushes him under the water. The boy hears the screams of many people.
The boy wakes up. He is no longer the boy from the dream. He is Franklin Scott, twenty seven years old, medium height, slender build and dark wavy hair that is cut to a medium length. He is a plain looking man. His looks hide the simple fact that he is unique.
The vid-phone next to his bed almost rings. He picks it up.
“Hi mom.” He says to the slightly surprised woman on the other end.
“Franklin.” His mother says. “You could act surprised once in a while.”
“There is such things as ‘caller id’ Mom.”
“I know.” She says. “But caller id has a delay. You didn’t even let the phone ring this time.”
“Sorry, mom.” Franklin says. “Do you want me to hang up and let you call back again?”
She laughs. “No, you don’t have to do that. Do you know why I called?”
“No.” He lies.
“Thanks for the effort, but I can tell when you lie.”
He sighs. “You always could Mom. That’s the truth.”
“I know. I know.” She sighs again. “I’ll tell you anyway. You ready for today?”
“Yes mom.” He says with slight distain. “It’s just a job.”
“It’s not just a job, dear. You’re the first psychic that has become a detective in any police department on Terra.”
“I know, Mom. Psychic or not you don’t have to remind me of that.”
“You’re nervous.”
“No. No, I’m not nervous. I’m only going in for a final interview today. I don’t even start until next week. And the only reason I don’t start until next week is because they won’t be entirely sure of where to place me and who to place me with.”
“When did you find this out?” His mom says surprised.
“When I took my neural suppressor off last night.”
“You’re not supposed to take that off! You could get in some serious trouble if someone found out.”
“You’re not going to tell them.” Franklin says with confidence.
“Maybe I am.” She says with fear in her voice.
“No you won’t. I can tell.” He laughs. “I know that you won’t. You love me too much.”
“You’re right. Dang your abilities.”
“Mom, I don’t need my abilities to know that. I know you love me, but it’s because I love you in return that you couldn’t turn me in for a simple psychic law infringement.”
“You’re sweet… but reckless. Just be careful. I don’t want you losing this good thing.” She says.
Franklin sees himself pick up the phone again. He feels the shock of the conversation, but doesn’t hear the voice on the other end nor his own. He doesn’t know when the call will come, but it will come.
“Mom,” he says, trying with only slight success to hide his fear, “I got to go. I’ll call you after the interview.”
“Is everything okay?” She asks, seeing right through his attempt.
“Yeah, everything is totally fine.” He says and because it’s not a lie it comes out a lot better. Everything is fine, for now.

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Anyway, hopes you do be liking.

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