In school he had been able to avoid a lot of the traps the mean kids set for him because he had a sort of sixth sense that warned him when trouble was coming his way. But his keen intuition wasn’t much help against the biggest bully of them all, his father. A few months ago he had done the only thing he could do to survive—he had left home. Things on the streets weren’t going well, however. The bad guys were more dangerous than the classroom bullies, although none were any worse than his dad.

But now, thanks to the online website he had stumbled across three weeks ago, his life was about to change forever. He was being offered the Holy Grail of all victims of bullying everywhere: Power.

“You’ve had three injections of the new version of the formula,” Dr. Hulsey said. He filled a syringe from a small vial of clear liquid. “This will be the fourth. It should be more than enough to open the channels between your latent dream-psi energy and your para- senses. After that you’ll be put on a maintenance dose in order to keep them open.”

“I don’t feel too good,” Larry said.

He was sitting on the edge of a gurney in a small, white-walled room that looked unpleasantly like a medical examining room. He was shivering, and for some reason the fluorescent lights made his eyes water. The muffled clang and thud of heavy gym machines overhead was painful. Everything hurt.

“Don’t worry,” Dr. Hulsey said cheerfully. “The new version of the drug is very powerful and works very quickly. Your body and your senses just need some time to adjust to the rapidly rising levels of talent. You were approximately a Level Three when you came to us. Within twenty-four hours I have every expectation that not only will you be a Level Eight or Nine but you also will have an additional talent. It will be interesting to see what it is. Second talents, you understand, are quite unpredictable.”

Larry watched Hulsey fill a syringe. He didn’t like the doc. The guy was creepy, looked like an oversized praying mantis with glasses and a lab coat. But he was pushing past his intuition because the nice lady who had recruited him had promised that the results of the injections would be worth it. When this was all over he was going to be able to control people with psychic powers. How cool was that? No one would ever be able to bully him again.

Hulsey gave him the shot. It stung, just like last time. A flash of sick heat rolled through him. He felt nauseous.

“What happens now?” he asked.

“Now we wait,” Hulsey said.

“For what?”

“For the lamp, of course.”

“What lamp? Why do I need a lamp?”

Hulsey chuckled. “Well, for one thing, you’ll die without it. But what really concerns me is that without the lamp, the entire experiment will be a failure.”