Look into my eyes (Oh)...Tell me what you see (Baby!)...Ya see a man who thought you loved me...You played me like a fool but I see right through you...I look into your eyes (Yeah)...Tell you what I see (tell you what I see)...I see a girl who ran game on me...You thought you had me fooled but I see right through you! -- «N Sync
See Right Through You
by JT Poole (firstname.lastname@example.org)
So far everything's going great and the concert should be kicking off within the next hour or so. I'm sure all the people here will enjoy the show. Hell, for the amount of money I had to pay to get them here, these people better enjoy the show. If they don't, I'll make it so that nothing big like this ever happens again. I know I did this to get on Clark's good side, but right now, I think my plan to conquer him isn't going to happen now that he and Whitney have been hanging out together. I wish I could've gotten him away from Whitney, if I had, I would be holding him in my arms right now and I'd be fucking the hell out of him later on tonight. Oh well, I guess I just have to try something else. My goal before leaving here is to conquer the Adonis of the man known as Clark Kent.
The guys are backstage right now getting ready to perform and going through their pre-show rituals or that's what the stage manager told me. I'm just surprised that they're all up and walking around sober right now. I was a little bit concerned when the guys came back after two this morning staggering through the halls and reeking of alcohol or that's the rumor that Eva, the housekeeper told to the rest of the staff. Since I wasn't up to witness any of it, I really don't know what to think about the whole situation. I just hope that if the rumor is true, that it doesn't affect their show tonight. I want this to go off without a hitch. I might be able to use this as a way to get to Clark after all. If the show is good and he has a good time, I might can get him to thank me for it in private, away from Whitney.
This has been a long day and I don't feel so hot. I've been doing everything within my power to keep up a good appearance, but I'm afraid that even my psychic illusions won't be able to hide my true demeanor from the guys. Sooner or later, they'll figure out that there's something wrong with me.
Since we got here to this stadium, I've had this strange feeling that something is going to happen here tonight. I know I shouldn't think negatively, but with the strange of attacks on us as of late, I think someone is gunning to take us out or something. I told Joe about my feelings, but he laughed it off as though it didn't mean anything. We might be strong, but I don't think we'll be able to defeat everyone.
"Chris you okay?" Lance asks, walking over to where I stood in front of the mirror.
"I'm fine Scoop, my stomach is a little bit queasy," I tell him, hoping that he would take that as an excuse and not push it.
"Well did you eat or drink something to try to settle your stomach? Why don't you have one of the PA's go get you some Seltzer Water or something," he says, rubbing my back as I'm able to sense everything going through his mind with just that slight connection.
"I'll be fine!" I shout, pulling away from him, breaking the connection and scaring him a little bit.
"I-I'm sorry Chris," he says, backing away from me as Joe and Justin rushed back into the room.
"Is there something wrong?" Joey asked, looking at Lance and then at me.
`I'm fine Joe, calm down,' I mentally tell him as he visibly calmed down.
"What's with all the shouting?" Justin asks, stepping closer to me, not touching me as he knew how I get.
"I didn't mean to shout, I'm just a little on edge is all," I say as Justin nods and turns around to continue getting ready for the show.
`Baby are you sure you're alright?' Joey mentally asks, looking at me, his eyes pleading to see if he could teach me.
`I'm fine Joe,' I mentally tell him, closing the distance between the two of us and hugging him. `I'm a little on edge and when Scoop touched me, I was able to feel too many emotions from him. That's all that happened baby. Don't worry about me now.'
`Okay Chris,' He thought, kissing me on the forehead. `Just be careful baby.'
Before I could say or do anything else, I felt something or someone close by that was emanating a vast amount of power. Oh God no, we're about to be attacked. Looking at Joe and trying to sense where Justin was, I turned around quickly and starred at the wall, trying to find the source of the power.
I've been sliding from place to place and I think I've finally caught up with those guys. Byte told me that one of them was a teleporter and the other was a psionic like me. She didn't have any data on the other one but she's looking into it as I search them out. I don't know why she thinks that they have something to do with Lex Luthor and his organization, they are just musicians. Well musicians with metahuman powers that is. All I need to do now is get into this place and track them down and neutralize them if they are working for Lex. We don't need any more of his evil corrupting the world right now.
"Byte I'm here," I speak into my communicator. "I can't pinpoint any of them telepathically. Something's blocking my power out here."
= It could be the other psychic. He might know that you're there and using his powers to cloak himself and his friends from you and any other telepath. =
"That's a possibility, but I'm not able to sense anything else in the building either," I say as I turned around to see people coming in my direction. "Byte I'm going to make my move."
= Negative Psion, stay put. =
"I can't do that Byte; people are starting to surround this place and fast. If you haven't forgotten, these guys have security detail too," I say as I saw someone else coming in my direction. "I got to move and now."
= Move to a safer location until I can finish my query Psion. =
"So you say," I say, fading away from sight to reappear behind a trash dumpster. `Oh this is great. Now I'm going to smell like day old chicken grease or whatever that smell is.'
= Okay Psion, the other one has the power to manipulate different forms of energy. I suggest that you be careful with him, he's a shifty player. If you have to fight them, use your morphing powers to use his power against him. =
"Okay Byte, I understand," I say, looking over the trash dumpster to see Lex Luthor and his security detail walking down the corridor. `This looks too easy. I have the perfect opportunity to take Lex out right now. This would make a whole lot of people happy. Something's not right around here; something very powerful is approaching this place and fast. I got to do something.'
Disappearing and reappearing back outside again, I made sure that no one would be able to spot me and floated up into the air to get a wider view of the area. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, I opened my mind in hopes of sensing something on the astral level of things.
"Byte, we have a problem here," I spoke into my communicator.
= I'm already on it Psion, I'm registering a high concentration of power in your area. I don't know who or what it is, but it's moving rather face. Psion you need to stay alert, you might be needed to stop whatever that is. I'm dispatching Aqua and Scanner to your location. =
"Dear I don't think Scanner would be good here. He's still a newbie using his powers. This could get very ugly," I told her as I thought I saw something moving. "Girl I saw something moving."
= Are you able to use the communicator to project to me what you saw? =
"I can try, but that thing is moving too fast," I tell her, trying to spot what I saw again. "I found it. It looks like...it looks like a little boy."
= A little boy? I'm seeing what you are through the communicator, but I don't believe my eyes. That little boy looks just like David Radcliffe at a younger age. =
"Does he have a younger brother?" I ask, not paying attention to what was going on around me.
= Psion look out! =
"What?" I ask, being grabbed from being in mid air. "What the hell! Let me go!"
What the hell was going on? Someone had actually flown into the air behind me and grabbed me while I wasn't paying attention and now is holding me and not letting me go. I'm trying with all of my might to get free, but nothing's working. Why is it so hard for my telekinesis to work on helping me out of this or why am I not morphing the powers of the person holding me?
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I hear in my ear. "I won't let you ruin this event for everyone. My friend worked too hard to put this together."
"Sorry, I'm not ruining anything!" I scream out, finally able to get a power to work as I sent telekinetic energy waves jetting out from my body, knocking the person away from me and then getting a good view of who it was that had attacked me. "You! I know you, you're Clark Kent."
"That's where you're wrong," the guy says as his eyes started to glow and beams of heat hit me square in the chest and breaking my concentration, causing me to fall from the sky, no longer having my telekinetic power to levitate with.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as I fell towards the ground, hurtling like a meteor.
= Psion stop fretting and concentrate! If you don't, you'll die! =
It's almost time for us to get this show started and we're all stressed out. Chris basically brought our mood down when he told us that he suspected that something was going to happen to us and then he went on to tell us about the energy he was sensing. Needing to get away to get some air, I walk outside just in time to see what looks like a man falling out of the sky.
"No! He's going to hit the ground and die!" Joey screamed out, disappearing and reappearing to catch Psion's body before he could hit the ground.
"Are you out of your mind?" Justin asks, punching my shoulder. "You could have exposed us with that fucking stunt. You should have let him fucking fall to his death!"
"Oh yeah, sure I could," I say, lying Psion's body on the floor in front of the guys.
"Who is he?" Chris asks, walking over to where me and Justin stood.
"I don't know baby, why don't you try using your powers to see," I suggest, standing behind my baby.
"I'm trying Joe, but it's like something's masking his presence from me," he replies as the guy jumps up, his eyes glowing and he floats away from us.
"That masking would be my doing gents," the guy says just as the door to the room is forced open and Clark rushes in. "You again!"
"That's right me again," Clark says, making a move to grab for the guy.
"Thanks for saving me guy," the guy says, using his powers to zap Clark, knocking him against the wall as he disappeared right before our eyes.
"He got away!" Justin screamed as all eyes were on now Clark.
"Are all of you okay?" Clark asks, looking around at the three of us.
"We were fine until you kicked the door in," Justin says, glaring at him. "Because of you he escaped.
"I didn't let him escape, he disappeared all by himself. I was only trying to make sure that you guys were okay," Clark says, turning around to walk out as he bumped into Lance and JC.
"What's going on in here? Hi Clark, is something wrong?" Lance asks, looking at Clark strangely.
"Why don't you ask your band mates," Clark says, walking out of the room crying now.
"Justin you should learn to behave, you made him cry," I say, walking back over to Justin and smacking him in the back of the head.
"Would someone like to clue me in to what's going on?" Lance asked, turning around looking at the three of us as JC stepped closer to him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Why is Clark crying and why did you just smack him upside the head?"
"I smacked him because he was an idiot and Clark is upset about Justin's behavior issues," I tell him as he shook his head and turned around.
"What do you have against Clark anyway Justin?" JC asks, leaning his head down besides Lance's. "Clark was a little bit upset about something you did last night too. He thinks you were following him and his friend Whitney while we were in the store last night."
"I wasn't following him and his wimpy friend," Justin says, turning around. "Why would I waste my fucking time doing something like that?"
"I don't know Justin, you tell us," I ask him as he glared at me and stomped out of the room.
"Primadona Justin strikes again," JC says, sighing and then kissing Lance on the cheek.
"Yep, like always," Lance says as he and JC turned around to walk towards the door. "We're going to finish getting ready. When Diva Justin comes back, can someone come get us please?"
"Well do," Chris says, frowning as his two friends walked out of the room. "Baby I don't like how things are playing out. Something's not right with Justin and I don't know what it is."
"I don't either baby, we just need to give him some time to come to us and talk about whatever it is that's bothering him," I say, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his cheek.
I don't know what's going on, but something big must've happened. Since coming out here with me he hasn't said a word and I've never in my time knowing him, seen him shed a tear about anything. This must be really big and whatever it is, it's hurting him a lot. I just wish he'd talk to me and tell me what's going on.
"Clark what's wrong baby?" I ask him, rubbing his back as some of the people around us started watching us.
"Nothing's wrong Whit, I'm okay," he says, looking down and sniffling. "Don't worry about me."
"That's hard to do baby, I'm your boyfriend now," I say as more eyes were on us now. "I have to worry about you when you're crying and upset like you are."
"That's sweet Whit, but it's nothing," he says, caressing my cheek as I spot Lana Lang walking over towards us. Great, we don't need any drama from her ass right now. I don't know what's wrong with him and I don't want her adding more to whatever's bothering him.
"Well well, if it isn't tall, dark and silent and short, pale and dumb," Lana says, standing in front of us. "Word around is that you two have hooked up. Please tell me that didn't happen."
"Lana we're not in the mood to deal with you right now," I say to her as she smacks me in the face. "Look we don't want any trouble."
"When you decided to break us apart you got it," she says, glaring at me. "What's the problem Whit? You upset that Clark was man enough to take me away from you? Is that what the problem is? You had to take him from me so you could get what I was getting?"
"Lana please," Clark says, stepping in front of her as I spot Chloe and an unknown man approaching us.
"Please my ass," Lana says, pushing me out of the way and smacking me again.
Before I could do anything else, some music started and some fireworks went off, signaling the start of the show. Looking around, I saw that the lights were going down and the guy with Chloe was gone and she was dragging Lana away from me and Clark. Looking up, I said a silent prayer, hoping that Lana would leave us alone and not bother us again during the show. I want Clark to enjoy this night. This is his favorite band and he deserves to have a good night. I just hope the guys of «N Sync do a good job tonight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I don't know any of the members of «N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned. I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay). This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that. This is for entertainment value only folks.