"Clairvoyance?" Katrina asked, confused. "What's that?"

Celia squealed. "You can see through my eyes, can't you?"

"Well, not exactly see. I just imagine seeing from your perspective."

"And that answers your question," Celia says.

"What?"

"You have clairvoyance. You can see through other people's eyes," Celia said. "Wait, try going into my perspective again."

Katrina did as she was told. When she confirmed that she was looking through Celia's eyes, Celia pinched herself.

"Ow!" Katrina complained, rubbing her arm. Celia glanced at Katrina and she felt a wave of dizziness as she watched herself rub her own arm.

"Woah, this is weird," Katrina said.

"I can't believe you have a second ability!" Celia grinned. "This is amazing! You have to test it out today."

"What're you girls talking about?" Ted asked, peeking into their hut. "I can hear you all the way from my hut."

"Katrina has a second ability!" Celia said in a sing-songy voice. "Isn't this amazing?"

"What?!" Ted shrieked. "What do you mean, you have a second ability?" he said in a quieter voice.

Katrina shrugged. "Apparently I'm a clairvoyant."

Ted gaped at her, his mouth open.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said.

"Nope, it's true."

"Clairvoyance is a dangerous ability," he told her. "There are people who went crazy using that ability."

"How?"

"Some people live their life in another person's perspective," Ted started. "Some go crazy when the person they were in dies, some stay in other people's bodies for so long that they forget who they were-"

"Okay, okay, I get it, clairvoyance is dangerous," Katrina said, holding out her hands to stop him.

"It's not only dangerous, it's deadly!" Ted exclaimed. "Every time you use that ability, it chips away a bit of yourself and one day, you might completely forget who you are!"

"Aren't there successful clairvoyants, too?" Celia asked. "Like the one in the Guardians, what's her alias?" Celia snapped her fingers while she thought. "Ah, Psychic!"

"That's besides the point," Ted growled. "She's only one clairvoyant out of who knows how many-"

"Um, Psychic isn't the only successful clairvoyant out there," Celia said. She started listing names, all of which Katrina did not recognize.

"Okay, so maybe there are a few successful clairvoyants," Ted admitted, "but the majority still went crazy."

"Well, Katrina won't go crazy," Celia said, throwing an arm around Katrina's shoulders. "I won't let her. Besides, it's her choice. You can't stop her from using her ability if she wants to."

Ted grudgingly agreed. "So Kat?" he asked. "Do you want to practice your ability? I'll support your choice whatever you choose."

Celia chimed in her agreement, looking at her hopefully. Katrina glanced from Ted, to Celia, and back to Ted again.

"Sorry Ted," she said, "but I'm going to use my ability, whether you like it or not."

"I thought you were going to say that," Ted said, giving her a small smile as Celia squealed in excitement. "You were never one to give up your advantages, even if it puts you in danger."

Katrina returned his smile as Celia led her outside, whooping and yelling.

"We," she said, "are going to develop and learn more about your ability."

"What's all this ruckus?" Dean asked, stretching as he exited his hut. "Hearing all this noise, you would think that something life-changing just happened."

"That's because something life-changing did happen," Celia said. "Guess what? Katrina just developed a new ability!"

"Wait, really?"

"She's a clairvoyant!"

"How does that tie in with being an illusionist, though?" Dean asked, scrunching up his forehead.

Deviants' second ability are always somehow connected to their first. For example, many Deviants are both pyrokinetics and hydrokinetics. However, now that Katrina thought of it, she couldn't think of how creating illusions ties in with clairvoyance.

"I don't know," Katrina said slowly.

Celia thought for a while. "Oh, I know! You remember when you created an illusion that only I can see?" She waited until Katrina nodded. "Maybe the only way you can create an illusion that only one person can see is by using clairvoyance!"

Katrina thought it over. "Let me try something."

Katrina entered Dean's perspective.

"You're color blind?" she asked.

"What? How did you know?" he asked.

"I'm using my ability on you. And don't look at me. It's making me dizzy."

Katrina produced an illusion of a tree in front of Dean.

"Celia, can you see the illusion?" she asked.

"No, I can't. Where is it?"

"Right in front of you," Dean and Katrina said in unison.

"Let me try something else," Katrina said. "I need another person."

"I volunteer," Ted said, walking up behind them.

"Okay," Katrina said. "Just stay right there and don't do anything unless I ask you to."

Katrina imagined seeing from both Celia's and Dean's perspective. It took her two tries, but she managed to do it.

"Woah," she gasped. Seeing from two people's perspective was indescribable. It was like her sight was split in half, one half for Dean's perspective and the other for Celia's. She produced an illusion of an apple between them.

"Ted, can you see the apple?"

Ted shook his head. "I don't see anything."

Katrina jumped into his perspective too, so that her vision was split into three parts. Ted was staring straight at the apple, but unlike Celia and Dean, he couldn't see anything.

"This is so cool," she breathed. "I want to test something else. Dean, can you use your ability and read my mind?"

Dean shrugged and obeyed her command. Soon, Katrina was reading her own mind.

"I didn't know the inside of my mind looks so complicated," she commented.

When Dean read her mind, his vision darkened so that all he was seeing was darkness. Soon, however, little thoughts and images popped out of nowhere, zooming away too fast for her to see.

Katrina started feeling dizzy and nauseous. She exited the perspective of all three people and sat down, leaning against a tree for support.

"What was it like?" Celia asked. "You know, seeing from so many perspectives."

Katrina described her experience in detail. All three of them looked awed, and in Dean's case, slightly jealous.

"Can you sense other people's minds like I can?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "Let me try."

Katrina concentrated, focusing on the feeling of being in other people's minds. Suddenly, she gasped.

"I can do it!" she said. Katrina now understood why Dean called it "sensing" other people's minds. She could feel the presence of other people just like how one can tell when someone is staring at them.

"That's so cool," Celia said. "I wish I could do that."

"You know," Katrina said, turning to her, "I think you forcing me to try to keep my illusions alive while I sleep was a really good idea."

"I told you so," she said smugly. "If I hadn't forced you to do that, then you never would have discovered your second ability."

"That's not what I meant," Katrina replied. "Creating illusions is easier, too. I don't even need to concentrate anymore. Half the time, I forget that I'm making an illusion."

"So I guess that means your illusion ability got stronger too," Ted said.

"I want to see where the limits of my ability are," Katrina said.

"Try changing the landscape," Celia encouraged.

Katrina did as she asked, covering everything with a layer of snow. Everyone gasped, shocked at how easily Katrina did it. She didn't even get tired.

"I'm going to try something bigger," she said. She changed the landscape into New York City, complete with honking hovercars and flying hoverboards. Their village disappeared, leaving everyone in the middle of the sidewalk, getting jostled by passing pedestrians.

"Woah," Ted gasped. "You've never created an illusion this big before."

"Thank you, Mr. Obvious," Katrina replied sarcastically.

"You should probably change it back," Dean said when Wyne teleported to them, spluttering and waving his hands at the city.

Katrina released the illusion, letting it shift back to its original farm scene.

"Wha- what happened?" Wyne asked. "Weren't we just in the city? Did we teleport there? Maybe this was part of the Experiment and the scientists just wanted to see how we would react-"

"Calm down," Ted said. "It wasn't part of the Experiment. Katrina was just testing her ability."

"Wait- you caused that?" Wyne exclaimed, turning on Katrina.

"Uh, yes, I did," she replied awkwardly.

Wyne gaped at her. "I didn't know your ability was that strong."

"It was all thanks to me," Celia declared proudly. "I made her practice keeping her illusions up while she slept. And you know what the best part is? I accidentally triggered her second ability."

"Second ability?" Wyne asked. "You have a second ability?"

"Well, now I do," Katrina replied. "It's clairvoyance."

"Wait, let me do something," Wyne said, placing a hand over Katrina's eyes. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Katrina easily entered his perspective. "Two," she said confidently.

"How 'bout now?"

"Three."

"That's cool," Wyne said, taking his hand away.

"I know right? We need to tell everyone," Celia squealed, dragging Katrina to the confused mass of people talking about the city's sudden appearance and disappearance.

For the next few hours, Celia showed everyone Katrina's newfound ability, like she was an expensive artifact that Celia needed to showcase. By the time noon rolled around, Katrina was exhausted. She collapsed under the shade of a tree and hungrily gobbled up the berries floating in the air in front of her.

"Your ability is so cool," Alisha, the telekinetic, said, sitting down next to her.

"So is yours," Katrina complimented. "Being able to move objects with your mind? I would love to have that ability."

They chatted away for a while and soon reached the topic of the Experiment.

"I wonder why the government forces us to enter the Experiment just because we're Deviants," Alisha commented. "I mean, if they wanted to study us, they should've let us volunteer."

Katrina nodded in agreement. "I suppose it's partly because of fear," she said.

"Fear?"

"Yeah. They probably just have xenophobia. It's just so unfair though; it's not like we choose to become Deviants."

"The worse thing is, even the countries in the east, like Britain, are being influenced by the U.S.," Alisha commented. "I live in London, did I tell you that? Our family moved there after I developed my ability, but after a year or two, Britain kicked us out."

"Really? That's horrible," Katrina replied, shocked. She knew that the U.S. had influenced plenty of countries in the west, including Canada and Mexico, but didn't realize that their influence had spread all the way to Europe.

"Are there any other countries that are doing that?" she asked.

Alisha nodded. "Germany, China, India, Russia, Algeria..."

Alisha continued to list the names of many countries in Europe, the Middle East, Africa, and Asia who had started to reject Deviant refugees.

"Why would they do that though?" Alisha wondered.

"The U.S. is by far the most powerful country in the world," Katrina said, "so I suppose that the other countries don't want to risk getting their wrath."

"I can't wait until President Andorra Greene's term is over," Alisha growled. "All this stupid xenophobia started when she took office. How long has she been president? Fourteen years? Fifteen?"

"Sixteen," Katrina corrected. "The next presidential election is this November."

"Let's just cross our fingers that a better president gets chosen this year," Alisha sighed, as she stood up, brushing the dirt off the seat of her pants.

...

"Wyne! Come look at this," Katrina yelled.

She and Wyne were exploring the northeastern tip of the forest, one of the only parts that hasn't been destroyed by the lava.

"What is it?" he replied, walking over and studying what Katrina had found.

There was a small clearing where all the grass and plants had been pulled out. A small shelter made of sticks and leaves was leaning on a tree and a pile of firewood sat in the middle.

"You think Derrick was here?" she asked him.

"It's a possibility."

As they were about to leave, Katrina sensed another person slowly coming towards them with her clairvoyance ability.

"Wyne, stop for a sec," she said. She stretched out her mind and entered the other person's perspective. She couldn't tell who it was, but he was sneaking up at them. When the person raised a hand clutching a crude knife, Katrina gasped.

There were tattoos on the person's arms, the same tattoos Derrick had. Derrick had survived the volcanic eruption.

She left his perspective and grabbed Wyne's arm, putting an illusion of a box around Derrick.

"Wyne, stay here," she ordered.

"Wait, what? Why?" he asked, following her as she crept forwards.

"What part of "stay here" do you not understand?" Katrina hissed, shoving him back. "Don't move."

When Wyne didn't obey, Katrina created another box around him and trapped him. She took a few steps forwards and pushed aside a bush, revealing Derrick struggling in his box.

"Long time no see," Katrina said casually, leaning against a tree.

Derrick let out a string of curses as he attempted, and failed, to use his ability on her.

"Let me out of here," he growled.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," she said, picking at her fingernails.

"What do you want?"

"I think I should be the one asking you that question."

"If you don't let me out of here-"

Katrina made the box smaller, so that he could barely move his arms, effectively quieting him.

Katrina took a deep breath and asked the question that had been haunting her for so long. "Why?"

"Why does anyone rape? Why does anyone murder?" Derrick asked. "Because they want to. Now let me out of here."

"Not until you tell me why you wanted to rape and murder."

Derrick stopped struggling and held still for a second, pondering her answer.

"I think the answer to why I rape is quite obvious," he said. "I like the pleasure of doing it. As to why I murdered your parents... I needed a way to get your cooperation. Happy?"

Katrina wasn't satisfied with her answer but knew that she would not be able to get any more answers out of him. She released Wyne from his box and he came bounding towards them.

"Derrick," he growled.

"We're taking him back to the village," Katrina said. "Can you teleport all three of us?"

Wyne nodded as Derrick struggled in his box.

"You said you would let me out!"

"I did, but I never said when," she replied as they teleported back. They landed in the middle of the village and Katrina immediately started dragging Derrick and his box towards Dean's hut.

"Dean!" she yelled, yanking open the door. Dean's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Derrick.

"I think we should throw Derrick in an ocean and let him drown," Wyne proclaimed when Dean didn't say anything.

"I agree," Ted said, joining them. "That bastard can rot for all I care," he growled.

Katrina nodded. She may have spared Derrick before, but any pity Katrina had felt for him disappeared when Derrick ran away.

Dean thought for a while, at a loss of what to do. "I want to speak to him in order to decide his punishment," Dean finally declared. "Alone," he added when Katrina showed no signs of leaving.

She nodded. "I'm going to keep the box around him, though," she said as they exited the hut, leaving Dean alone with Derrick.

Katrina anxiously paced outside of the hut, waiting for Derrick's sentence to be proclaimed. A small crowd started gathering outside too, all of whom have heard about Derrick's many crimes.

Finally, Dean stepped out, holding up his hand to silence the murmuring crowd.

"His sentence has been decided."

...

You know, now that I think of it, I kind of feel bad for my readers. I end on cliffhangers a lot. 

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