Kid Psychic II

'I am fine! Thank you for asking.' The other ghost with her arms severed was also nice enough to respond.

James Smith, as if not aware of their presence, walked through them.

Their forms smokily vanished and when the boy was far enough, they smokily reformed.

It was continuous and too real that industry insiders that were watching were amazed at how that shot was done.

If filmmakers were amazed, then one could imagine the impact it had on the ignorant masses. They were visually stunned that they began to become even more immersed in the story.

'These are ghosts. Harmless as can be, with a world of their own.' The boy's telepathic voice explained to whoever he hoped was able to hear him.

He was silently strolling the streets as any other boy would but his esper-like narration introduced the moviegoers to the background his story is going to be based in.

'The living has their own reality I like to call the material plane. The spiritual plane would be for the dead with finished business, maybe it's the heaven or hell that the religions preach about.'

'As for ghosts, they are stuck in between the material and the spiritual, due to their unfinished business.'

'The ghastly looks you see right now of them would probably be how they looked like when they died. They are greeting each and every one they meet, hoping to find their justice, killers, and the reason why they are still lingering around.'

Alexander and his James Smith charisma effectively captured the listener's attention. His calm and eased bearing when walking through a sea of unresting ghosts also calmed and eased the audience in their seats.

'My dad says I am a psychic. Since birth, I can bend spoons, lift things with my mind, read people's minds, and esper etcetera!'

While he said those words, flashbacks of a baby James bending all the spoons in their house and stacking letter blocks without moving his hand.

The comical and agape mouth of Jonathan was present at those shocking moments. Although Mark's acting was stiff, it was stiff enough to play the joker persona with a bit of choreographed effort.

His expressions perfectly represent the stunned expressions that the audience was experiencing.

This was the 70's and the world of psychics, the supernatural, and the superpowered still hasn't been fully exposed to the masses.

It helped that the masterfully-choreographed telekinesis scenes were able to do the concept justice.

Since they were enamored by a giant shark, then one can already imagine the effect that a little psychic can bring to their worldview.

Just as the streetwalking scene was going stale and downwind, Alexander followed the perfected movie rhythm of the future and brought in the high-rise action sequence.

When James' dissolved his ghost vision, the passerby ahead of him was suddenly dragged to an alleyway right before his and the audience's very eyes.

"What the... what are you?!" The dragged passerby screamed as something similar to a ghost could be seen by his un-spiritual eyes.

It was a dark mass of smog reminiscent of a very tall man with dull, empty, and unusually white eyes.

The litter in the alleyway was twisting around the smogged figure and it was at this point that the audience knew what was more terrifying than ghosts.

It wasn't the dead and corpse-reminiscent figures that were to be feared but the disfigured and somewhat cartoonized beings.

The Indian art team did not disappoint as it looked completely realistic despite its hand-drawn existence.

Mr. Passerby was levitating and squirmed from the force that was tugging him towards the smog menace but it was to no avail. "Help! Somebody, please help me!"

His acting of terror was too realistic that it affected the onlookers, only Alexander knew that he was venting about the torturous hundred walks that he had to undergo during the filming.

"Die! Human!" The smog figure uttered in reality without telepathic help. Its dark finger pointed forward and trash cans shot forward to bluntly kill the floating Mr. Passerby.

The trash cans were akin to bullets that Mr. Passerby couldn't help but wet himself and pass out.

The audience wanted to laugh at him but the pervading feeling of him dying had them at their throats.

Right before the trash cans could make contact, the familiar blue psychic energy made them completely stop in place.

Tiny footsteps could be heard at the corner of the alleyway. It came as no surprise that the young psychic was there for the rescue.

His glowing blue pupils and elegantly raised hair were enough to convey the sense of using power. The seamless flow of his black uniform and the accompanying 99 music background was tugging out worship to the audience who saw him appear.

When the perfect hero quip should have been said, James' telepathic message could be heard.

'I forgot but there is actually another being other than humans, ghosts, and psychics...

...they are none other than spirits!'

The walking James suddenly disappeared from the spot and quickly reappeared in front of Mr. Passerby to defend him.

With his fingers covered with psychic powers, the little boy flicked the suspended trash cans one by one.

If they were akin to bullets before, now they were as forceful as cannonballs as they eviscerated the smog figure with blue hues.

"Aargg... darn you, psychic!" The demonic wail echoed as the trash cans did their job and his smog form drifted with the wind.

Mr. Passerby had the levitating force removed from him and just as he was about to have a nasty fall, blue spiritual powers enveloped him and let him lie to the side of the wall.

James, with nigh omnipotent esper abilities, gestured with his hand and the messy alleyway slowly but surely cleaned itself as possible.

It was chaotic yet flowing. The visual effects and effort that went into this brief fight and resolve crescendo were unmatched for its time.

While the audience was marveling at the magical scenes, the telepathic narration did not end.

'Spirits short for spiritual beings! Ominous, dark, devious, guarding, and so much more. They are similar to ghosts but have the special abilities of espers.'

'People may not like me much but I am sure that they'll understand someday...

...that the world they know of is not what it seems.'

'Then, maybe... just maybe! The boy they try to avoid is more special than he seems.'

The world background comes full circle and the people in the cinema were absorbing the knowledge and visuals that they were given.

The outstanding premise, inexplicable abilities, terrifying foes, perfected action, and a compelling main character!

The Creeds pulled out all the stops to wow the world with their collaborative work. Cosmic Pictures needs a perfect debut and they were on their way to achieving it.