All was silent except for the gentle sound of running water echoing through a dark and empty house. The sound came from a room on the ground floor in which the houses only resident was in the shower. He lived alone and had done since he was young; he was seen by many as being 'special' and was moved to a secrete house to keep him safe from harm. Or at least that was the theory.
    As the lonely figure stood in the shower he began to hear noises emanating from the depths of the house. He stood and listened for a while as the noises started to sound like footsteps. He turned off the water and listened again just to make sure he wasn't mistaking the noises for the water hitting the shower tray. All was silent, he narrowed his eyes and kept listening until, sure enough, footsteps could be heard from the floor above. He stepped out from the shower and pulled on a pair of dark trousers before walking (still dripping wet) to stand in the open doorway of his bathroom.
    The bathroom was situated in the middle of a dark hallway on the bottom floor and, as the wet figure stood in the dim light, he extended his gaze down both ends of the hallway to see if anyone was there. When he saw no one he turned to his left. As he moved he heard more noises, a door closing upstairs and the sound of more movement around the rooms. He passed a window letting in the light from outside which danced across his still wet face, exposing a pair of concentrating eyes of two different colours. His left was brilliant green and his right was a deep sapphire blue. The light also revealed a shock of fiery red hair with flashes of blonde; even though his hair was still wet the colours were still vibrant.
    As he walked barefoot towards a staircase at the end of the hallway, he felt a draft from an open window. The cold air flooded down the stairs and wrapped itself around the figures legs. He moved to walk up to the next floor when he was stopped by a strange sensation in his forehead. This feeling was familiar to him by now so he stopped and closed his eyes.  
    When he reopened them he found himself standing in another room, which he recognised to be his bedroom on the upper floor. As he stared into the room his gaze was fixed upon a candleholder on the mantelpiece next to his bed. For some reason he couldn't stop staring at it, he continued to watch it almost like he was expecting it to move. Just then he heard a creek from the floorboards behind him and an immense pain raced through his back. He cried out as he felt his own blood escape him and run down his back. He began to feel light headed and his breathing shortened as another stabbing pain hit him closer to where his heart should be. He fell to his knees, his heart failing him, his breathing echoing in his ears...before he took his final breath and closed his eyes.
    Almost instantly the pain vanished and he opened his eyes again to find himself on his knees at the bottom of the stairs. He understood what had just happened, he had another vision of the future; his visions were one of the reasons people saw him as 'special'. He took in a deep breath as his breathing returned to normal and got back to his feet.
    On reaching the next floor he paused and looked in the direction of his bedroom. (As he thought, the draft came from an open window in his room.) Slowly, he walked towards the doorway and stepped in cautiously. He saw the candleholder and found himself staring at it.

    'Why was I staring at it in my vision?'

    He though as he continued to watch it...almost expecting it to move. Just then he heard a creek from the floorboards behind him. Suddenly he remembered his vision and darted away from where he stood, he swung round to see a man dressed in black carrying a knife. The dark man lunged at the redhead but was stopped by some unseen force that raised him off the floor and suspended him in mid air. The dark male's cries of pain echoed throughout the room as the redhead stood with his hand raised and his eyes glowing. He held the man in black in the air with the psychic powers he was born with, crushing his body and torturing his mind. Eventually the almighty cracking sound of the dark male figure's neck breaking filled the redhead's ears and he tossed the male to the far end of his bedroom. He lowered his hand and, soon after, his eyes ceased to glow.

    "Zak! Zak where are you?!"
    "Up here!"

    The redhead shouted in reply. Out of nowhere a ghostly white lady materialized and rushed towards Zak, throwing her pale arms around him.

    "What happened?" she asked softly, her piercing eyes staring full of worry in the dim light,
    "Are you alright?"

    Zak sighed,

    "Someone knows I'm here."