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pets.  I waved my hand and tentacles reached out to grab his mental self and lift him over to me.  I smiled wickedly and said, “You’re in my world now, scumbag.  No bullets reach me here.”
    I looked around his mental center.  It was a large room, the mindview floated in the air behind me, showing his visual of my horrifying visage.  I said, “Nice.”  I looked around at the doors in the room.  Only one appeared locked down, from the strange look to it I guessed that it was his subconscious.  The one to the left of that felt a slow current of fear on the air.  This interested me.  I felt the fear much like I would smell something upwind from me.  Not that I was afraid, but it was an odd sense of it – like a smell, perhaps.  Ah, your emotional center.  Let’s go visit, shall we?
    Held in my tentacles, his mental view of himself looked afraid, but somewhat angry as well.  He spat at me and swore to shoot me down for good next time.
    I glared at him and walked to the open door, my tentacles dragging him alongside.  Similar to that seen in other people whose minds I’d entered; there were pools of emotions spread around the room.  I followed the scent of fear back to a large pool.  I asked of him, “Would you really like to feel fear?”
    “No, no!”
    The desire for vengeance made even my mental voice sound venomous.  My voice rose as I spoke, and then yelled at him, “Yeah, I think so.  You dared to shoot me ten times.  You kidnapped an innocent girl.  You want to be a big criminal?  Let’s give you something to remember the experience by.”
    I directed the tentacles to throw him deep into the pond.  The sensation of fear even near the pool was unpleasant while I stood near it.  Being immersed had to be really bad.  He shrieked in horror as he surfaced in the pool.  I left him to swim in the stuff, and listened to him scream and shriek as I walked away.
    A darker side of me felt vindicated teaching him a lesson.  Part of me wondered if it was the right thing to do, being cruel even to a criminal.  It wasn’t like I needed a trial to determine if he’d actually shot me, though.  I was there; he did it, guilty by action.
    Regardless, it was done; I would ponder that thought later.  I walked to his largest door, what always seemed to be a person’s memory center.  Upon entering, I found I’d chosen correctly.  I wondered for a moment why the memory door was always wide open, yet the subconscious door always closed.  Perhaps I could get a special Psych study made where we could study that fact.
    Images, sounds and what appeared to be floating videos floated all over the room.  The nearest were of the combat upstairs with me.  I marveled at being able to rewind and pause the memories with a flick of my wrist.  I yawned, I was definitely tired.  I suppose I should get this done quickly, it’s been a late night already.
    I glanced around the nearby memories until I found one of him looking out from a van, pointing at the same girl I saw earlier in the father’s memory.  I beckoned and that memory floated over to me.  His screaming in the background annoyed me.  Perhaps using someone’s emotional center to hold them wasn’t such a great idea, it was distracting at the least.
    I watched the memory play through; two men had leapt out of the van and grabbed her.  She shoved one with strength far greather than a teen ought to have – the man flew back ten feet and landed on his backside.  The other sprayed her in the face with a canister.  She slumped quickly, and then they threw her in the back of the van.  They jumped back in the van and tied her up with ropes, stuffed a rag in her mouth and tied a rope around her head.  I sped the memory ahead as the van traveled through the city.
    Suddenly the entire room shook, and I felt myself yanked out of the memory room and back up through his mindview entrance.  It felt like a door slammed on my face and a shockwave blast me