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	I See Dying People
	By Kyros

	Seer Episode 1

	Codes for the whole episode (as used on storiesonline.net):
	mf ff gi Mult fant slow mag teen coll non-con caution mc les bi het
	group solo

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Part 1

Melissa Jennifer Newick, "Mel" to all her friends, hated flying.  With
her five feet ten she was usually cramped in most airplane seats.  She
didn't like to sit still for the amount of time an airplane trip usually
demanded, but most of all she disliked that she as unable to get some
privacy on an airplane.  Wherever she looked there was people and even
if they didn't look at her she was sure they were wondering what she was
up to, or if she even was right in her head.

Melissa was on her way to college.  This was the first time she was
going away on her own.  It was refreshing, and scary at the same time.
Melissa wasn't just scared to take care of her own life because it was a
new experience, but because the one time she had tried she had done
really bad.

Flying made Melissa feel trapped.  She needed to be able to go away and
be on her own whenever she felt like it.  Not that she was a private
person, it was just that sometimes -- she never knew beforehand, not
until it was just about to happen -- she had visions.  She could always
feel it coming.  It started as a tickle in her neck, a buzzing in her
ears.  Then it was happening.

Right now, Melissa was in the middle of a vision.  Her hands were
clasping the armrests, her were eyes closed and her breathing quickened.
  She tried to look as if she was resting.  She knew no one would believe
that.  She hoped they would just think she was afraid of flying and
dismiss any strange behavior on her part.

Melissa's visions seldom made her experience harmony and calm.  Torrents
of images were swirling before her, one image replaced by the next in a
high, almost unbearable speed.  Her mind was flooded with lights and
shadows that came so fast she almost didn't have a chance to interpret
them before they faded.  They came in bright flashes and the perspective
changed as if a drunk or craze held the camera of her inner eye.

She had a hard time not twitching.  Her knuckles were white and her
teeth were clenched together.  The images, too fast or not, were telling
her a painfully detailed story.  It was vivid, as real as if she had
been there herself.  The vision took place in a small room.  Dark.  Lit
only by a single source of light.  Someone was lying on a bed; someone
else was standing by it, leaning over the reclining person.  Suddenly
the standing person climbed the bed, straddled the person in it.  They
were making love.  The presence of danger was tangible.  She could
almost reach out and touch it.

She would probably have been able to keep her calm if she had only been
an observer, but the visions didn't work like that.  The point of view
constantly changed.  One moment she saw the situation from a neutral,
third party position, the next she was one of the people in the vision.
She experienced everything they did and now, when it was a couple making
love, the sensations were impossible to ignore.

Melissa had never been prudish; some of her friends even called her bold
and foul-mouthed, but still some of her visions made her cheeks burn
with self-consciousness.  ''You would think,'' she used to tell herself,
''with my past, these kinds of images should mean little or nothing.''

The people in Melissa's visions were never people she knew.  That
usually didn't bother her.  This time, however, she was able to sense
danger so imminently it made her stomach hurt.  The people in this
vision might end up getting seriously harmed, even dead, and she was
unable to see their faces properly.  Instead she was flooded with
useless details; the woman had light pink nipples, her breasts were
soft, and her skin was smooth, so was her hot, wet pussy.  The man was
well built; she could feel and see the muscles in his belly and hips
tense every time he pushed up at her.  He was a burning spear deep
inside her, and his coarse pubic hair tickled her clean-shaved crotch.

It annoyed the woman some -- his rough hairs -- but she didn't bother
much.  She was looking for something much more important than sex.
Melissa suddenly understood how essential this was to her.  It was more
than sex; this was her prayer, her way of worshiping her god.  This was
her celebration of life.  Melissa felt a shiver traveling down her
spine.  When the man started to gasp in pleasure the vision thankfully
switched perspective and Melissa suddenly realized the couple wasn't
alone in the room.  There was another couple just a few feet from them.
For a while she suspected she was looking into a dark, hazy mirror.  She
tried to focus on the other couple but as she did the vision faded away
into the usual mix of dark and light behind her closed eyelids.

Melissa tried to breathe as slowly as she could.  She pushed a stray
lock of her blond hair behind her ear and glanced at the older lady to
her left.  Melissa had no cause to worry though; her face had been
hidden in shadows and the lady was reading a book, totally oblivious to
what may, or may not have been going on in the mind of the girl beside
her.

It was like the woman felt touched, maybe by Melissa's thoughts, or more
plausibly, her glances.  She lowered her book and smiled, "Worried
dear?"

Melissa didn't say anything but she frowned and nodded.  ''Better make
her think I'm scared of flights than crazy.''

Melissa's mother had been suspicious when her youngest daughter had
declined to go to any New York university and instead decided to go to
Louisiana and attend Moon River College.  Melissa knew her mother wanted
to have her around so she could keep an eye on her.  She felt safe
having her mother's eyes on her, but her instincts had told her she
needed go to Moon River.  It was there she would be able to do what she
was supposed to.  Whatever it was, she knew it would happen in Moon
River.

"I thought you wanted to major in psychology?" her mother had asked her.
  Melissa had told her mother that Moon River had a psychology program.
Her mother had replied that all universities in the New York area had
psychology programs too.  Melissa had sighed and said that she was going
to Moon River and she wanted her mother to stop "fucking around" with
her.

Melissa's mother had never agreed with her daughter's language and she
didn't do it then either, but when Melissa brought up the only argument
her mother couldn't really counter -- she was going to Moon River to get
a fresh start, away from the people she knew in New York -- the
confrontation ended with her mother mumbling that she only wanted what
was best for Melissa.

It was a small triumph that Melissa had been allowed to go.  She was
actually nineteen years old and she could do whatever she wanted, but
since she was still depending on her parents she didn't do that, instead
she had to argue and coax until she had what she wanted, or at least
something that was as close to that as possible.

She let go of the armrests.  Her palms were damp, but it wasn't the only
thing that was damp.  Melissa sighed.  She was sitting by the window,
two people between her and the aisle.  She gave the woman to her left
another glance.  She was still reading her book.

"I..." Melissa started, but before she had a chance to finish her
sentence, or even unbuckle, the woman beside her got up, pushing her
husband to do the same.  "I have to go..." Melissa said, her voice
trailing off.  "Thank you," she smiled while her two fellow-passengers
let her by.

In the aisle she headed towards the restrooms.  She could feel how the
moist spread over her sex and gave her an impression of oily, slickness
with each step she took.  In an attempt to keep her hands from shaking
she balled them into fists.

Melissa felt as if she was stumbling towards the lavatory in an aircraft
caught in a hurricane.  Thanks to higher powers, meteorology or sheer
luck, the plane kept steady in the air.  They had flown into a storm
about an hour ago but the weather had calmed down since then.

Just as Melissa was opening the lavatory door a steward appeared.  He
gave her a non-committal smile.  "Miss, we are just approaching Moon
River now.  The seatbelt sign will be on in a couple of minutes."

"How long do I have?" Melissa asked, still nurturing a small hope she
had enough time to relieve some of the tension.

"Ten to fifteen minutes, max."

She nodded and stepped into the restroom.  Once the door closed behind
her she locked it, pulled her fly open and pushed her jeans and panties
down to her knees.  An airplane restroom isn't the prettiest sight and a
few minutes before landing it is at its worst.  Melissa didn't even
bother to sit down.  She pushed her hips forward, parted her thighs as
much as the clothes bundled around her legs allowed and buried a hand
between her thighs.

Her pussy was so wet she could imagine the sound of it even though the
sound of the airplane engine drowned almost all other sounds.  She slid
her fingers through her oily slit, smearing the juices over her palm.
The sensation of her hand against her sensitive pussy sent jolts of
pleasure through her, and her belly muscles twitched.

While her right hand caressed between her legs her left hand slid under
her sweater where it pushed the bra aside and cupped one of her breasts.
  She tweaked her nipples while trying to chase the remaining images of
the vision away, but any substitute image she could form in her head was
easily washed away by the residual sensations of the couple on the bed.
Not even the memory of Rita helped.

Melissa moved the hand on her pussy up to her lips.  She groaned at the
taste.  She couldn't leave her self alone for long though and soon her
hand shot down between her legs again.  She pushed two fingers into
herself while the heel of her palm ground against her clit.

Her back arched and a groan escaped her.  The smell and taste of pussy
juice brought memories of Rita.  The vision could not be chased away
though.  It kept coming back and finally Melissa felt how her own
wetness mixed with the sound of the woman's hands on the mans body, the
tingling sensation of skin against skin.  Melissa could even remember
her nostrils being filled with his smell.

"Oh Jesus," she whispered and pushed both her hands between her legs.
She slid her fingers over her clit.  ''Close!''  The friction sent bolts
through her, making her body jerk and trash as the sensations took
control of her.

She pushed one hand into her mouth to keep from crying.  The smell and
taste of her own sex made her shiver and as her whole body tensed she
raised on her toes, pushing her crotch hard into her own vibrating hand.
  She could hear the man in the vision scream out his pleasure; he was
twitching deep inside her.

The vision had ended there but Melissa's fantasy filled in the blanks.
It wasn't hard to imagine how he arched his back, shoving into her the
last time, erupting into insanely hot slipperiness.  Melissa bit down
hard around the scream that wanted to leave her.  She tried to get a
hold of something, her hand first traveling up the wall then down.

She opened her eyes long enough to locate the wash bowl and in the final
climb to the peak she clasped the sink with one hand and rubbed in
furious, stabbing speed with the other.  She imagined the unknown lover
from the vision digging his fingers into her flesh, pulling her hard to
him, burying even deeper.  She opened her mouth in a silent scream,
closed her eyes tightly, and felt her orgasm bloom in her like a ball of
fire.

When the pleasure grew to the point where she couldn't contain herself
anymore she pushed the back of her head against the wall.  A couple of
throaty gasps passed her lips and her whole body tensed.  The only part
of her that wasn't frozen was her right hand.  Her whole abdomen felt
like it was contracting and she felt slickness spreading inside her.
She could imagine the growl of the unknown lover from the vision as he
buried deep inside her and came.

She surprised herself when a loud whine escaped her lips, but she
managed to clamp down around it while the last throes of her orgasm
transformed it into a shivering moan.  She tensed again.  Her body
bucked.  Her limbs shook.  The hand between her legs relaxed and the
intense rubbing was replaced by soft caresses.

When Melissa had caught her breath she straightened her back, grabbed a
handful of toilet paper and wiped some of the juices from her crotch.
She buttoned up, washed her hands and before even ten minutes had passed
she was back in her seat beside the old lady with the book.

-----

Greg never thought of himself as a ladies man, but when the cute
brunette had approached him with a smile, started a conversation and
even laughed at his jokes he started to think that maybe this was his
night.  It seemed whatever he did, she would find it interesting, her
deep dark eyes glowing as they borrowed into his.

"Let's go some place more comfortable," she suddenly whispered into his
ear.

Greg regretted he had to tell her no.  "My roommate, Shaun is probably
there right now."

She touched his arm and smiled.  "Maybe I can solve that problem.  Maybe
I can even amuse him too."

This made Greg stop in his tracks.  What was this woman after?  He could
accept that she had approached him, even that she found him amusing and
that she liked him, but following him home, offering to take on him and
his roommate.  That was just a little to far fetched, at least for Greg.

"Hey," he mumbled.  "Take it easy now, little lady."

"Yeah?" she said her eyes serious.  "Why?  You think I'm unreal?"

"I think you're... I don't know," Greg mumbled and realized he had
managed to talk himself into a corner.  "I don't know."

"You think I'm having an agenda for wanting to take care of both you and
your roommate?"

"What?  No."

"So?"

"I'm sorry."

The woman smiled.  "Don't worry about a thing honey, Catherine will take
care of both of you...  I'm horny, I wanna fuck... you and your friend,
both is fine by me.  I have no agenda... that's all you gonna get."

"It's just... I just... find it a little... too much."

"Do you rather want me for yourself?"

"Obviously," Greg burst out.

Catherine laughed and caressed his cheek.  "And if I tell you to choose
between all or nothing?"

Greg stopped for a second and thought about that.  He shook his head.
He was being an idiot.  Why throw a perfect opportunity away because the
woman wanted a threesome?  Why the hell throw a threesome away?  Because
it would involve him and another man, Greg reminded himself.

"I'm not going to do any threesome," he finally decided.  "If you want
me you can have me first, but then I'm out of the game."

"Okay," she replied softly and with that she took his arm and started to
pull him towards the exit.

I'll be damned, Greg thought as he let himself be dragged along.

-----

When it came down to a contest of wills between Theresa Gantt and
Melissa, Theresa had quickly recognized her own stubbornness in her
daughter.  So accordingly, she settled for a middle course that would
still allow her some control of her daughter.

"I've arranged for you to meet with Dr. van Alten already on Monday."
Dr. van Alten was the way they had agreed to strike the compromise.
Melissa knew it was probably for the best to keep in contact with a
trained psychologist, Dr. Fearne at the rehabilitation center had
recommended it, and her mother had quickly found someone that was in
some way acquainted or dependent to her, someone she could trust.
Melissa suspected trust in this instance meant someone her mother and
stepfather had checked out thoroughly, maybe even someone depending on
them.

Moon River had welcomed her in a fitting way; the rain had been pouring
down outside the airplane.  Melissa was sitting in the back of her cab
staring out the window.  She was thinking about her life.  Her mother
was controlling her, this van Alten guy was just another way of doing
it, and however Melissa tried to come up with a good reason her mother
was wrong she couldn't.  She never could nowadays, not since the
overdose.

"Miss," the driver said and glanced at her in the back of the mirror, "I
need to know where you're going..."

"Uh, sorry," Melissa said.  "How do you mean?"

"I need to know what part of the College you are going to."

"Part?"

"Yes, the College covers several blocks... in several parts of town,
even though most of it is located in Riverside.  We have the Technical
Wing and Moon River North by Drummond Road...  The Liberty building is
up there too.  Then there is Leichmann Institute by Lake and Sixth
Street and finally there is the Annex, but they're mostly doing biology
research over there... digging up things from the river, the lakes.  And
they're in Burville."

Melissa stared at the driver dumbfounded.  She had no clue what part of
the college she was going to.  She didn't even know there were several
parts.  "I'm not sure," she said.

"Okay, I'll take you to Riverside, they have the main office there and
it's hopefully manned now."

''Hopefully?'' Melissa thought and swallowed.  What would happen if the
Main Office wasn't manned?

It turned out the Main Office was open, or at least a part of it, manned
by a young man just a few years older than Melissa.  He was sitting
behind a counter, reading a book and it looked like he hadn't done a
thing to his dirty blond hair since he woke up that morning.  He was
probably a student making extra time.

When Melissa approached he gave her an annoyed glance, as if she had
interrupted him in the middle of something important.  Melissa fought
hard not to wince, but she suspected some of her thoughts just slipped
over to him because he grunted and opened the small hatch.

"Yes?" he said with an impatient voice.

"Hello," Melissa smiled at him.  Usually her smile only failed if the
guy she was smiling at was gay or had a girlfriend -- and she was with
him.  Since the guy didn't seem affected at all and he was alone behind
the counter Melissa had to assume he was gay or just very tired.  "My
name is Melissa Newick.  I'm attending college here."

"Yes?"

"And I'm kind of wondering where I'm sleeping."

"Yeah?" he replied and for a second Melissa thought he was actually
going to let it stay at that.  "Let me check," he continued and dragged
himself, and his office chair, along the counter until he reached the
computer terminal.

Melissa was baffled by now.  She hadn't even had a chance to open her
mouth before she was prejudiced.  "Welcome to Back and Beyond," she
sighed and realized she had been talking out loud.  She shouldn't have
worried; the guy behind the counter was busy ignoring her as much as he
possibly could.

He dragged himself back to the counter.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "We
don't have any Melissa Dewitt here."

"Well," Melissa said.  "I said Newick."

"Newick?"

"Yes, N-E-W-I-C-K."

He frowned at her and dragged himself back to the terminal again.  He
was drumming away on the keyboard and ended with a sharp slap at the
enter tangent, then he waited a few seconds while scratching his neck
until the reply came up on the screen.  He grabbed a pencil and started
to write something down at the pad by the keyboard.  Melissa breathed
out.  She hadn't realized she was holding her breath.

"Biology major, huh?" he asked when he had dragged himself back to the
counter window.

"Well," Melissa gaped, "what?  No... Um, psychology."

"Oh," he said and leaned over looking at the screen once more.  "It says
here you're camping in the Annex.  I didn't thought they had put any
other people than the biology people there... 	Hey!  You're sleeping
with Alex..."

"Alex?" Melissa asked with a startled expression.

"Yeah, we know each other."

"I'm sleeping with a guy?"

"No...  Alex for Alexandra.  I know her, you'll get along just fine."

Melissa gave him a small smile and took the paper he had torn off from
the pad and passed over to her.

"I trust you're not sending me off somewhere without having a bed to end
up in?  I love a cozy bed."

"I bet," he said and was already on his way to pick up the reading.

"Well," she checked his name tag, "Philip.  I'll see you around."

He said something non-committal and waved at her without looking up.
This made Melissa feel like an idiot.  She glanced around, saw no one
watching her and decided on a humiliating retreat instead of trying to
break his confidence, risking even more humiliation.  He had actually
made her trying to suck up to him and he hadn't even washed his hair in
who knows how many days.  She forced a deep breath into her lungs and
returned to the cab.

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When they stopped again Melissa looked out through the cab window and
frowned.  It was late and rain was still pouring down.  She stepped out
under the umbrella the cab driver has holding for her.

"I'll take that," she said and reached for the umbrella.

When she did her fingers brushed over his.  The driver was a young man,
maybe no more than five years her senior, he was tall and he filled out
his uniform in just the right places.  Melissa felt a tingle in her
belly and like ripples on the surface of a pond the one tingle
propagated into several that spread through her body.

''Maybe I should invite him for a cup of coffee?'' she thought.

Several lamps down the street a lonely figure was hurrying along the
deserted sidewalk.  She was dressed in a slim black coat, one hand
holding the collar to keep the rain out and the other carrying a bag
almost as big as herself.  Melissa guessed the woman must have been
about a hand's breath shorter than her.  It was hard to see much of the
woman's face; she was looking down, trying to keep the rain out of her
eyes.

 From the way she walked Melissa got the impression she was some kind of
athlete, maybe even a dancer.  However, her coat didn't really seem to
fit the more aesthetic affiliation.  Neither did her leather pants or
snake skin boots.

When the approaching woman looked up, the light from the street lamps
played over her face.  She looked like she was around twenty years old.
Her face was jaded and her features determined.  Her raven black hair
was plastered to her head and clung to her cheeks.  Drops of rain left
its tips now and then.

She was moving smoothly in a very self-assured way, almost turning her
progress towards Melissa and the cab into a dance.  When the distance
between them decreased further Melissa noticed the woman was looking
straight at her and suddenly she felt worried.

''What is she carrying in that bag?'' Melissa thought.  ''Maybe a gun
or...''

When only a few feet remained between Melissa and the other woman she
pushed a lock of hair out of her face and swung the bag into the air.
Melissa took a step backwards and couldn't help giggling nervously.  The
bag landed on the woman's other shoulder.  ''Only moving her burden...''

The other woman stopped and looked at Melissa.  Her large brown eyes
locked into Melissa's and the moment froze.  Melissa forgot the cab
driver, the rain, the night, all she could see was the large, dark eyes.
  She immediately decided this woman was far more traveled than her young
face let on; her eyes were full of knowing wisdom, and the natural
confidence in her poise were obviously a result of experience.  It was
almost as if the woman's gaze was pulling Melissa to her and for a
moment Melissa feared she might actually fall on her face in the puddle
between them.

The woman breathed.  ''Has she been keeping her breath as well?''
Melissa realized she was gasping, maybe even panting.  ''Who is this
woman?''

Melissa licked her lips nervously and forced her eyes away from their
contest of gazes.  After a second, long enough to announce her defeat,
she looked back.

The woman gave her a wide grin and continued past her just as the cab
driver placed another of Melissa's bags on the sidewalk.  The woman let
her eyes wander down Melissa's body.  Then she disappeared down the
sidewalk.

''She was checking me out!'' Melissa thought and couldn't help grinning
like an idiot.  ''She checked me out!''

"Miss?"

Melissa turned around meeting the chauffeur's steady gaze, he was
holding her bags as if they weighed nothing, Melissa knew better.

He isn't so bad either, she mused and wondered if she could make him
come to her room.  Then she remembered there was supposed to be a
roommate.  She sighed.

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