It had finally felt as if things were looking up.  She worked too much, but Frederick had been a bright note in a song of sharp tones.  She had even imagined they might start dating or something, as she drank the whiskey with him.  That was why the whole thing felt like a bad dream when she woke up handcuffed to a chair.  It took more than a moment for his words to set in, and even then she was not sure how to fully process what he said.  When he pulled out the knife, her entire body tensed.  He sounded insane.  Like one of the serial killers that got their murders poorly reenacted on the ID cable channel.  She was certain that he was about to gut her, and she winced as he threw the knife.  When she opened her eyes again, she saw the knife floating in mid-air.<br/><br/>"That's impossible..." She whispered, not believing the evidence that was right before her eyes.  Then she watched as the knife shifted in position.  If it was given back the momentum it had before, it would end up lodged in her skull.<br/><br/>"Feel?  What the fuck are you talking about?!"  Alice demanded, but she knew he was not going to give her an answer.  This was some sort of sick test.  What was even more strange, was the fact that she felt as if she knew what he spoke of.  As the blood pulsed through her veins, she felt it.  She had felt it before, in times of distress and happiness alike, something tingling at the edge of her fingertips.  She had denied it then, but could not do so now.<br/><br/>Alice closed her eyes and let the fear become a weapon, something to drive her.  She focused on the knife.  It was impossible to move it, to stop it, wasn't it?  If only she could push it, turn it, redirect the energy expended with the throw.  She could not see it with her eyes closed, but the knife slowly, almost imperceptibly began to shift its direction to the right.  Once it had turned about 45 degrees it came to a stop.  Alice pushed the air out of lungs and as she did so, the knife began to move again, following the path she had created for it.  With a thud, it lodged into the wall behind her and the sound was enough to shock her and cause Alice to open her eyes once more.<br/><br/>"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but you need to unhandcuff me.  You need to let me go.  If you do it now, I won't tell anyone.  We can both just move on with our lives..."  She protested, as if emboldened by what she had just done.