Saturday, October 28, 2006
New Beginning 150
Megan tried to keep her voice from quavering. "Hello, Joe," she said into the microphone. The lights in the studio were dim, but she still had to resist the urge to hide under her desk. "How can I slay your demons tonight?"
Her new boss, Richard Blake, stood behind the glass separating the studio from the engineering booth and nodded approvingly. They'd fought over that stupid opening line, just as they'd fought over the immense publicity campaign the station had done for her show.
Her caller sounded no more comfortable than Meg felt. "Uh…I have this girlfriend, right? And her father, he like, doesn't approve of me. He doesn't want her to see me. So I thought…"
The images that came to Megan were not happy ones, and she was glad she kept most of her psychic shields up. Angry faces shouted words she could not hear.
Joe went on: “I thought you could, like, zap him with a death ray or something.”
“Sorry, Joe, that’s not what I meant by slaying demons.”
“Oh.” Joe seemed stymied. Then Megan heard him whisper, “You’re right. She doesn’t know it’s me. Some psychic.”
She lowered her shields enough to see that “Joe” was her supposed boyfriend, Zack, holding the phone in one hand and cuddling her best friend Tara with the other. “Of course, Zack, I could make an exception this one time.” Megan lowered her shields fully and sent a psychic energy beam of death at Zack and Tara. Their agonized screams echoed across the airwaves.
When Megan opened her eyes, Richard was staring at her in disbelief. “Did . . . did you just kill two people?” he asked. “On the air?”
“Oops,” she said.
“Oops nothing. Do you know what this will do for our ratings? From now on, you’re on five hours a night.”
Opening: December Quinn.....Continuation: Anonymous