Flashpoints — Val Chanda

--Look out!-- The imparted words, quicker, more direct than speech, broke from Cass. Warned, the man leaped out of the path of the oncoming vehicle. Then turning, he saw her and understood. Knew her words had not been spoken. Had sounded only in his head.Psy Four! The silent scream tore across his constant. But it would not be silent long. It was about to burst from him. For trying to save his life she would have hers taken.He opened his mouth to shout, She's psy four. But Cass didn't give him the chance. She seized on the fear and hatred pouring out of him. She found it easier than she expected. Molding those emotions, shaping them, magnifying them. Sending them back into the other's mind. She felt everything the other felt. But she didn't care. She continued the relentless onslaught. Right up to the moment the other's consciousness tore itself apart. Then fell silent. The man was dead.