Read Online Mind Secrets: A Science Fiction Telepathy Thriller (Perceivers Book 1) by Jane Killick - Free Book Online

the doctor and we give you a little injection. Then we take you through to the recovery room. And that’s it.”
    The same story Michael had seen in the propaganda films. “It can’t be that simple.”
    “Really, Eric, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
    Michael obviously wasn’t going to get any more than the party line out of the nurse. He was going to have to play along until the very last minute before making a break for it.
    Out of the corner of his eye he saw a collection of hypodermic needles sealed in individual sterile plastic wrapping on top of a stack of plastic admin trays. In the tray beneath, sat a collection of glass vials containing some sort of liquid. That’s what, if he wasn’t careful, was going to be injected into his arm.
    “So, Eric, I just need to check a few details,” said the nurse, consulting the computer screen in front of him. “Your name is Eric Hughes?”
    “Yes.”
    “You live at …” He hesitated, distracted somehow by something he saw in Michael’s face. “Sorry … You live at number 32 Maple Avenue.”
    “Yes.”
    “You go to school … Your school is …” He stopped. He was staring at Michael now. An intense, penetrating stare. Almost like Otis when he was trying to perceive something deep inside him. It was unnerving. Uncomfortable. Michael turned away. But the nurse reached forward, grabbed Michael’s face and jerked it back to look at him. Michael tried to shake himself free, but the nurse kept a vice-like grip on his cheeks.
    “You’re not a perceiver,” he said.
    He let go of Michael’s face, but Michael didn’t move. He was too stunned. There was no way the nurse could have known that. No way . Adults didn’t look into people’s heads and read their secrets. Only teenagers. Only perceivers. Adults weren’t perceivers, all the propaganda said so.
    The nurse got up and went to the other side of the desk where there was some sort of intercom. He pressed a button. “Can you get Doctor Page to come in here?”
    Michael wasn’t waiting around for some doctor to examine him. He had to run now and figure out what the hell was going on later. He made a bolt for the door.
    The nurse, caught by surprise, shouted after him. But Michael was already in the corridor and running.
    The beefy man at the entrance was alerted to the noise. He turned and his large body filled the corridor. Michael reversed, but the nurse had come out of the treatment room behind him. He was trapped between the two. Michael spied another door off to the side and dived for it. Grasping the handle, he tried to turn it, but it didn’t budge. The door was locked. Panicking, he wrestled with the handle, knowing he didn’t have the strength to force the lock, but not knowing what else to do.
    Large, beefy hands grabbed his shoulders. They pulled him away and the door handle slipped from his fingers. The man turned Michael’s body to face the nurse.
    “What do you want done with him, sir?” he said.
    Sir? What person in a white coat ever called a nurse sir ?
    “Back in there,” said the nurse. He stood aside and Michael found himself staring back at the treatment room he had run from.
    The man’s strong hands pushed him, and Michael went sprawling inside. His body crashed against the desk. The vials in the admin tray tinkled as they knocked together.
    The door closed and Michael heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. He tried the handle just in case. It wasn’t going to open. “Shit!”
    He looked around the room. There was a window. One of those long, rectangular windows that opened from the bottom and angled outwards. He tried the handle. That, too, was locked. He could try to break the glass, but it was double glazed. The only way to smash it would be to break the vacuum seal between the two panes. He frantically looked for a small, sharp object. He pulled open drawers, knocked books off shelves; desperate for something like a screwdriver or a drill bit. Not exactly standard