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What's going on? My mind is so... blank...

I woke up 10 hours, 42 minutes and 13 seconds ago.... Gosh, these powers really are as amazing as I've read. Well when I got up, I was in a little, dank and dark room. Before me was a computer opened to a blog page, my own page. I had no idea what was going on, so I began reading, from the beginning. I couldn't remember any of this, but I supposed I had to be Damian West, seeing as I can do almost all the things listed in these blogs.

When I finished my blog, I moved to Tempest and Cleo's, and then TechPower Co. and read them from start to finish.... I'm a monster, but... why? I should've finished writing faster, if I had then maybe I could remember what happened that caused me to do everything that was listed in all the accounts I read. Well, no longer. No more killing for Damian West. Right now I just want my memories back, so I'm taking off. You know how to reach me ofcourse. Stay in touch

Damian West

Greece, 4000 BC

After the Fates shot me back 6000 years, and Jorge to God-knows where, I awoke to find myself in a different world. Ancient Greece. It was such an alien area, but thank God that I had two abilities that I would've died without: Intuitive Aptitude and Omnilinguilism.
Omnilinguilism's purpose is obvious, but maybe you're wondering what Intuitive Aptitude did. Well it allowed me to understand the economic and political system of Greece (I was never a good history student...), which were vital things to know. Let me give you the run-down of what happened during the 5 and a half years I was gone.

The first 4 years were uneventful to say the least. For about a month I was in shock, but quickly adapted. Through Mental Manipulation I got an abode, a very nice, multi-room marble house on a hilltop with a huge farm area on a patio. Olives and wheat thrived everywhere, and I worked hard on the fields, not using powers unless I needed them, because I was trying to build up my physical strength, however I manipulated many people to exchange for some extremely rare commodities. Teleporting still worked, but civilization was different. I was able to tour around Asia, Mesopotamia, India, Egypt and The Americas, seeing history in the making. The Aztec and Mayan cultures intruiged me the most, and I wondered if any of the advanced scientists had abilities. None did, and believe me, many times I would use my Info. power to absorb their memories. None had any abilities that could be counted as superhuman. Infact, for a very long time I didn't encounter another special, and I knew many, many, many people worldwide. Shapeshifting, Omnilinguilism and Telepathy allowed me to fit in anywhere, and I'm pretty sure I met just about everyone worldwide, which sounds like a huge accomplishment, but there were nowhere NEAR as many people then as there are now. I'd say maybe 1 million people worldwide, and plague and war were running rampad, so the population varied greatly from one month to the other.
I mainly kept to Greece, letting life go by, and enjoying city life. Greece was an early democracy wherein all wealthy, land-owning male citizens would gather and decide EVERYTHING for the city-state. By 2009's standards, its a huge sounding feat, but in reality there were maybe 40 of us in that council. Yeah, I helped make decisions... Aw hell why lie, I made EVERY decision in my favor, or if I liked someone, I'd make whatever they wanted happen.
Come to think of it, throughout all the time I was there, I only made a few friends. Most people either died by 40 naturally, or were drafted into the war, so whenever I had an aquaintance they would eventually disappear. I had a few encounters with women of the past, probably had a kid at one point... One of many things I regret, messing up blood-lines throughout history... Passing on the Power genes, when they hadn't evolved yet, but I'm pretty sure I never had a kid, and plus, I have probability manipulation. I used that wisely...
The worst part was the nightmares I'd have. Every night I'd hear Jason's bloodcurdling screams, see the horrid sights of the Fates, remember Jorge, and think back (or forward) to my life, mainly the people I killed. I'd wake screaming atleast twice a night, not getting good rest once for the entire time I lived there.
Then one day, I think the Mayan's equivalent of November was when it happened, my quaint life changed. I was sleeping, dreaming... Horrible Nightmares. When it happened. An earth-shattering explosion. Huge, woke me up before my dreams could. I jumped up instantly, flexing my now buffed, tanned arms, which I set alight after a moment. Nothing in such an early time had that kind of power to my knowledge. I walked outside and saw that a huge section of the town was on fire. The farms of one of the elders, Suez, was burning horribly. I teleported right there and TFPed some water to put it out. I looked around to see what had happened, and saw Suez standing on his porch with a shocked look on his face. Literally. His whole body was coarsing with blue sparks. Yep, he had just manifested a power, the first power in recorded history. Ofcourse, I ran up and made sure he was okay. He couldn't respond, but instead put up his sparkling hand and a ball of blue lightning appeared in his palm. This could be bad, an untamed power without any proper instruction, and the Hunger jumped instantly, after being dormant for 4 years, I needed the strength, but I held back. Suez and I had become friends, so I decided that instead of killing him, I'd instruct him. For a few weeks I showed him my abilities, and explained what I knew. Information sharing and Telepathy helped alot with explaining modern, complex terms about genetics and such.
Seuz started off great, and learned to control his Electrokinesis quickly, but then one day he did something horrible, that I shall not forgive him for.
One day I decided to visit China, they were starting out their civilizations, and I helped them a bit. I stayed in the village chief's abode that day, which wasn't much more than a big hut... I traveled for days and when I finally got back to Greece, I was appauled. Left and right, statues of Suez had popped up, big ones that must've taken ALOT of manpower to make. I could also see marble slabs being worked on by dozens of men and women and even children, being made into Seuz's likeness. Seuz had become the first of the Greek gods, more popularly known as Zeus.
I walked around and saw MUCH destruction. Old worship areas were obliterrated, and smoking. Houses were singed, and burnt bodies were lying in the street every few dozen meters. Chaos would be a nice way to put it. I knew what to do. I teleported to city hall,a huge bulding in the middle of town on the largest hill. I snuck in invisibly, planning to kill Seuz and take his power away, but I didn't have to. When I got there, Seuz was speaking to a man with a dagger. I couldn't hear them, but I read the assailants mind. He had only one though. KILL KILL KILL. He was brainwashed, like John's victims, and I knew the Fates had ended their first competition of making Seuz have abilities. He was powerless against the killer. Seuz shot lightning, which hit the assailant in the chest, but didn't stop him at all. The killer jumped forward and stabbed Seuz right in the heart. A huge electrical jolt went out of him, and he fell down, dead.
I walked up, and felt that the killer's thoughts had calmed. That's when I realized something else. The assailant was Seuz's son, Arsei. Guess who? Yep, another famous god of the past, Ares. Turns out he had Heightened Physiology. I knew he was a vital figure to society as a whole, so I teleported away and let him live. I didn't want the timestream being altered too greatly by my presence.
However, I knew the emergence of them was great, because it meant the Fates were out there too. I remember that they had been in a room where there was a lava-pool. I thought hard, and realized that near the present day area of Pompei, there was a volcano. Mt.Vesuvius. I decided to check there first.
The next day I teleported to Vesuvius and pushed the rock walls away to walk through. I phased through lava rock, molten lava and many mineral sediments until I found what I wanted. A pool of lava which was surrounded by 3 ugly, old hags in purple and blue robes. I jumped out instantly, making my hands into giant claws. I tried TKing then to the walls, but they didn't move and I was stopped midair already. One looked at me, and I saw that she was horribly ugly, just as much as she was in 2009. The other thing I saw was the aura of power surrounding her. She shot me with a beam, and I fell into the lava pool.

I awoke what felt like a short while later, to a vibration that started soft, but then got huge. I felt the world around me, it seemed like a compressed shell. Then it exploded, and I found myself a mile in the sky, surrounded by lava and ash. I knew I had to fly, so I navigated through the giant black cloud around me and found a small island to land on. I instantly felt out of place. All over the island were buildings, and not Greek style ones, more modernized, but still Ancient style. This wasn't the same place I'd just been. The second thing I noticed was the screaming, panicing people all around the area. I looked at where I'd been and saw an erupting Vesuvius. Yep, I was in Pompei during the time of its ultimate demise...

TO BE CONTINUED

Return

Where am I? When am I? I don't even know how long its been. As soon as I got back I got on a computer to record what I'd done. I have yet to check the date, but I can feel that it's June 11th, 2009. I'm beginning this at 8:02 PM EST. A little ability I picked up recently, heightened awareness... Wow, its amazing how little time has passed here, when for me its been... God, how long? 5 years...7 months...12 days... 3 hours... Well I'm probably boring you with the details.
Fact is, I disappeared without a trace. Last I recall there was something happening with Death and John. The helix mark on my forearm has yet to have faded. It still burns from time to time, a constant reminder of who I am... or was.... God, its so surreal to be back in 2009. I knew I'd end up back here eventually, after all, I can't die, but I thought I'd have to wait a long time to catch up with myself. Thank the gods for what I learned, what I did. I regret alot, but it was destiny, it was fate. I know this now, but this is probably very confusing for you guys. Maybe I should explain what's happened to me for the past gods-know-how-long.
So yes, in case you worried about me, you were very justified in that. The dreams I'd been having all that time ago meant something. My fate was being toyed with, and I found out about it. My source was Jason, the dream manipulator I met back at my old High School. He was dealt with, horribly. My heart goes out to him, he's gone forever and not coming back no matter what. Its been guaranteed. But because of what I knew, they tried killing me, but I managed to evade them by going back. WAY back. All the way back, to a time over 6000 years ago. Here we go, time for me to unwind and tell you all the horrors of the past 5 and a half years of my existance:

It was a while ago, could've been March, April or May... Maybe June? I started having vivid dreams, seeing the future, the past, the present. Visions of the world literally tearing to shreds, visions of Heroes that stopped it from happening previously, visions of what was leading to it happening now. Surprisingly, most of what I saw that lead to the Earth's iminent destruction was caused by myself, Tempest and Cleo. I'd wake up night after night in a cold, frozen sweat with a whisper running through my head in Greek..."FATE" it would say.
One day I began to blog about the dreams, when it happened. I fell unconcious, and dreams began. These were the past and so vivid, the images are burned into my head forever. I saw three old women, specials, the most special actually. Reality warpers, Fate warpers. They had the strongest abilities there were. They all looked identical, and all had grim looks on their faces. They stood around a pool of lava, in which was reflected the image of another special, who was shining like the sun, and flying above an ancient city made of marble, with large pillars supporting building that shone white. Towns people dressed in togas and robes rushed outside to praise the flying special, and he shone brighter and brighter, I could sense his pride. Then the most unexpected thing happened. He just suddenly exploded. And not John exploded, where he lets off energy and then is fine. No, his body erupted. I had no idea why, but then I saw that one of the old women had made a hand motion. Imagine that, ending a life from who knows HOW far away, with a flick of the wrist? Then the image shifted to another scene in the lava, this seemed to be in medieval Europe, as the dress of people showed. A great general stood atop a hill, his eyes glowing yellow as he controlled an audience of possibly thousands bellow. Then the women snapped, and the general was shot in the head with a musket, fired by an unseen assailant in the crowd.

More and more similar images swirled on and on, until I saw one that truly shook me. In the pool of lava was reflected a boy with messy black hair sitting before a computer. I only saw the back of the boy's head before one of the women waved a hand, and he fell face-first into the keyboard. As he did, his neck turned and I looked at the boy's face. My own face.

The image of my own dead body faded into a mist, and I wanted to scream and jump but I was paralyzed in fear. As the mist cleared, a being began to walk forward. I recognized him as the Dream Manipulator I had had an encounter with not all that long ago.

"Those women," he began "Call themselves the Fates. They have the strongest abilities in the universe, and cannot be matched by any force. They believe themselves to be the weapons of the universe, killing specials that gain too much power and threaten their existence. Their next targets are these." He waved a hand and three misty images appeared: Me, Cleo and Tempest.
I gasped, finally able to speak for a moment, but I couldn't get a word out because the dream suddenly seemed to explode on itself, and the desolate black emptyness Jason and I had inhibited just then, suddenly became a horridly ravaged field, full of volcanoes and gulches and chasms and lava pools. Explosions rocked the Earth beneath our feet, and gashes poured lava towards myself and Jason, whose name I'd just learned through Telepathy. I quickly used terrakinesis to push the lava back and close up the ground.
YOU DARE TEST FATE?!
Came a horrid cry that seemed to emmanate from all around us. I didn't think, instead I jumped forward, grabbed Jason by the wrist and began to run. Technically we were still in a dream, so his power had some influence, allowing him to fly quickly, and so I decided to fly aswell. We went in a zigzag pattern, and lava erupted every few seconds beneath our hovering bodies. We flew next to each other for what felt like hours, evading and evading. More than once we would get hit and experience horrid pain, but we could both heal as long as we were in the dream. All the while the insane cackling of an old hag surrounded us, mixed with the occasional scream of PERISH! or DIE FOOLS!!! or some ancient Greek curse whenever she missed us with her explosions.
It seemed that the Fates eventually tired of trying to blow us up, and suddenly the landscape altered, as four hard, steel walls began closing in on us fast. We were both hit hard with an impact on all sides, and the walls began to squeeze us horribly. I waited for the moment, and finally got it. Just as my skull felt like it'd burst, I felt Jason's hand on mine, and phased us both through the walls. We ended up in a spike field, with metal spires constnly shooting up from the ground in random spots. One nearly implaed me as I rushed over to Jason's tired body.
"We're gonna die..." he murmurred
"No!" I said valiantly, although not fully sure whether to believe myself or not "We're getting out. This is my dream, so you AND I can control it."
"But so can they," Jason gasped "And if we left the dream, I'd be powerless, and they can bend reality as we know it!"
Then an idea hit me, harder than the steel, crushing walls had a few moments before. They could bend reality, but so could we...
"We gotta get out of this place" I told Jason "I'll find you in the real world the moment I wake up. Now c'mon, go! Who knows how long we've got until those hags realize we weren't turned into a Rubix Cube." With that, I read his mind and found the location where he was, and I found myself back in front of the the computer.
There was no time for me to do anything, nor warn anyone. I just teleported to Jason. When I got there, I saw him sitting on his bed, with his head in his hands. He was crying.
"C'mon, that's not gonna help anything." I said "Those Fates want us DEAD, and they can bend reality. We don't have much time before they realize what I'm planning. And I'm trying to protect you too" I grabbed his wrist, and found myself teleporting to a place I needed to be. South America. I had to find a friend.
It took me a moment to register where Jorge was with my Clairvoyance, but as soon as I got the spot, me and Jason were there instantly. Jorge was making small objects morph and hover before him. His powers had recently been diminished, but he could still help us.
"Damian. Jason." He said without turning. "I take it you wish for me to help you with the Fates. They wish you, Damian, dead for being too powerful, and you, Jason, dead for trying to interfere with their plans. Well, I ca--" He was suddenly cut off. I didn't understand why, until he fell over with a Bronze dagger sticking out of the back of his head. He was dead, unless that dagger was removed, but we didn't have time for that. The Fates were in the room.
There was dead silence for a moment, I felt like I couldn't think, which I really couldn't by the way, something the Fates did, and then one stepped forward.
"Damian West. You are the most interesting specimen we have created thus far." I looked at her with confusion. "Allow me to explain. We three were the first ever 'specials' as you call us. We used our powers to help mankind, inspiring myths and great tall tales. We showed man fire, and fishing and much more that progressed them. Then we one day grew bored, so we decided to pass on our genetic codon, the one allowing us to manipulate the very fabric of reality. We gave it to a few individuals at first, and chose the strongest of them to watch. We would place wagers on whether the individuals would grow to be good or evil, and whether they would help humaity, or harm it. My sisters and I often sent in bait to push them to either side. However, if they grew too powerful, we would tip the balance and make them weaker. It has happened many times. Peter Petrelli, Hiro Nakamura, Gabriel Grey, even your friend Jorge Santos here. All grew too powerful, so we threw an obstacle at them so that they would become les of a threat. However, if the obstacles we threw did not work to the desired extent, we'd simply kill them. Oh, what a shame that you, the first Second Chance we ever gave, must be destroyed utterly. You have shown that you've been tempted by evil in TWO lifetimes. It is not fair to allow you to live. We've tested you time and time again, sending specials into your path, and almost everytime you've encountered one, you killed them, just as I, whom bet that you would stay evil for all eternity, suspected.
"Your chapter has come to a close Damian West, as has yours Jason Bourdain. Your deaths shall be swift." With that, she lifted a hand, but what she didn't realize was, during her speach, I'd managed to telkinetically remove the dagger from Jorge's 'soft-spot'. He was concious and we'd been planning telepathically. The same moment the fate tried to kill us, I created a clone of myself, and Jorge made one of Jason. Together we made an illusion so that the real Jason and I were invisible, and our clones exploded horribly, screaming with terror just like the real thing.
"You think you've fooled us?!" A second fate stepped forward, she just as ugly as her sister "YOU CANNOT ESCAPE FATE!" Our illusuion collapsed and she pointed at Jason and me. First, Jason was ripped to tiny bits, his body tore apart very slowly, and his cries of agony still haunt me now. The floating pieces of his body then each was vaporized, and Jason's life ended forever. I felt bad, but this gave me just enough time to shoot a fireball at the fate. She simply stopped it without batting an eyelash, and then put up her hand. A hole appeared in her palm, a black hole. It began to suck everything in the room in, and it was all I could do to try and hold myself and Jorge down for a little while, until finally we, too, were sucked into the vortex.

I blacked out, and the next thing I remember was opening my eyes to an extremely bright light and the smell of olives. I shielded my face and let myself adjust to the climate. It was hot, but dry. I rolled onto my side to see that I was in a grassy plain. That wasn't what shocked me. What shocked me was that I was staring at a huge rocky, mountainous area, where atop one mountain-top was the Parthenon, not the antique it was now, but shining beautifully, with people in togas walking to it holding offerings to burn in a large fire I saw going on inside. I stood and looked around. Everywhere was either grass or mountains. I was in Ancient Greece.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Baited, part 2

So like I said in yesterday's post, I had a weird dream...

I fell asleep very confused about how the painting I had seen, which was clearly in Precog's drawing style. It had been of me slicing open the head of a man named Devin in Massachusetes. I had gone to Massachusetes and killed Devin, and then when I came back, Precog sasid that he hadn't painted that picture at all, and to top it all off, the painting was gone! I couldn't understand, so I decided to sleep to clear my head...
The second my head hit the pillow, I entered a dream. I was standing in the Nevada dessert, in a place called Coyote Sands. All around there was chaos, as a storm raged all around me and people danced to the sound of panic all over. Men with guns were shooting at helpless people, running around a bunch of wooden cabins. I thought it was some sort of mindless massacre, and then I saw some of the innocent people being shot at using abilities! Powerful ones too! Sound manipulation, Wave-shooting, Superspeed, Telepathy, Energy blasting, and tons more! Oh how I hungered for those abilities, but I found myself immobilized. I was completely unable to move, I could only watch the destruction. Of course, I hadn't yet realized I was in a dream, so I guessed someone had frozen me in place with an ability. Then it got even more confusing.
The madness disappeared, and I was simply standing alone in the night of the dessert. It was cold, and I tried t fire myself up to get warm, but it failed. I was held in place, and then a woman walked out of the shadows, pretty literally.
"Ah, our latest subject" she said in the classic voice of a Hollywood-Style witch. "You really are easy to manipulate, and I'm going to win this round, thanks to your weakness!" It took me a second to realize she was speaking in Greek. I opened my mouth to speak, but she stopped me. "Don't both asking me a thing, I can read your thoughts, you can't block me, even with that nifty trick I so generously gifted you." She saw my puzzlement and then chuckled. "You didn't really think a telepathic robber would just conveniently walk up to you when you were looking for one? Who do you think has put post humans all around you! Earthquake-Man, The Omnilinguist, The telepath, Devin Reok, your latest victim! All were placed by mineself!" She would have continued, but I interuppeted her.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to use brain control, but none of my abilities worked. This made her laugh hysterically, a very awful noise to hear.
"Oh, boy, don't you wish you could know... Ha, the game is as old as time itself, it gets old, its always nice to throw in a twist. You've been very interesting from the start, but my sisters decided to give you a reset, the first one we've ever given, simply because of how truly evil you turned out! Oh, you are a lucky one, but it seems your falling down the same path, thanks to my little inserts, like the painting! Ah, young minds are so gullible." She laughed her awful cackle once more, and then seemed to fade into the shadow, her cackle echoing in the empty dessert night.
At this, I jumped awake, and wondered what had happened. Was that really a dream? Could I have been visited by another Dream Manipultor, or was it just my imagination acting oddly. As these questions picked my brain, I decided that I should go to school today, to clear my head of all the super-human dilemmas for atleast a few hours. I teleported to my school, and realized class wasn't starting for another hour or so, so I decided to make this blog.

Keep me updated on the plan
-Damian

Baited Part one

Well, our plan is in action soon. We're getting ready, and through Tempest and our entire group's sharing of abilities, the plan seems foolproof, but I wanna make sure...

I took a little trip to Massachusetes, after a little tip off, by which I mean a painting of Precog's which depicted myself ripping open the scalp of a man in a cluttered apartment with street signs outside with directions in Massachusetes. I teleported to the coordinates outside the room in the painting, which I saw a good picture of on GoogleEarth's street-view feature. Man, the internet is pretty dangerous.
I walked into the apartment complex on the coner, and phased invisibly through every room and cooridor until I found one similar to the one in the painting. The only difference was that this place wasn't cluttered. Infact, it was the opposite. This place was crazy organized, and there weren't any papers anywhere.
The small room consisted of a chestnut desk with a black chair tucked neatly into it. Upon the desk was a computer without a keyboard, or mouse, or even a monitor for that matter. I looked around, and there were several random computer towers scattered all over the apartment, although not in a messy method. They were stacked vertically across walls, being the only decoration. There was a small door leading to a bathroom that was very plain.
The one-room place had no kitchen, and there was only a portion of a wall dividing the office area from the bedroom, which was nothing but a king sized bed that was quite disorderly on one side. I walked up and quickly realized that only one side of the bed was ever occupied. The man that lived here was lonely as anything. Probably a miserable existence.
I rummaged around, looking in the only storage unit in the bedroom, a dresser of 4 drawers, and found normal clothes, but also tons of flash memory drives and floppy disks. Broken and cracked CDs lined the bottom of this guy's drawers, but everything here was flash memory, not a single piece of paper anywhere! This guy was a tech-freak!
I waited around a while and got really bored. This guy had no TV! What a horrible place to live. I looked outside and found that night was falling. In the painting, I killed this guy, who I couldn't identify at all from his crappy apartment, during the day, so I thought it best to just leave. This guy wasn't coming any time soon. I walked out and there it happened.
I saw a man with a brown briefcase walking down a sidewalk towards the apartment complex I had just exited. I jumped behind a wall of the next building on the left, and watch the man walk up to the door and punch in an entry code. This could've just been anyguy, but I was reassured that he was the one I was looking for when 3 men in full black body armor holding automatic machine guns rushed into the building a few moments later. I went invisible and followed them after they kicked down the door of the complex.
They rushed up the stairs to the room I had just exited and grabbed the man, who was unloading a bunch of DVDs which looked pirated out of his bag. The men rushed in and threw him down to the floor. They raised they're guns, and fired their tasers, but I stopped time and telekinetically threw the tazers aside. Afterwards, I grabber all their guns and began to burn them in a pile, but they wouldn't burn in time freeze, so I resarted it. The Hunters were all insantly shocked, and suspected that the guy had done it. I was tired of this, so I read his mind to find that his name was Devin, that's it though, I wanted the power to be a surprise. It sure as hell was!
As soon as the Hunters were off guard, Devin jumped to his feet and grabbed two of their heads. The guy's eyes suddenly went white, and they gasped and fell to the ground. The third guy punch him in the chest, and, being a weak, slightly overweight guy, Devin had the wind knocked out of him. He sprawled to the floor, and the hunter pulled a knife out of what I can only assume was his ass, since I didn't see him make a motion for it. He was gonna kill my prey! Uh-uh, not happening Bub! I threw the guy out the window onto a waiting van filled with reinforcements, just incase. I threw the other two bodies as well, and they all piled on the van. Before they could recoop, I threw a big fireball and lit the truck up.
Seeing an opporinity, Devin rushed out the door, but I wasn't letting that happen. Screw the painting, I'd kill him at night.
I grabbed him with telekinesis, then threw him against his wall with it.
"YOUR POWER" was all I had to command. He instantly entered a bronze-eyed trance and began to explain it.
"I can take information from anything and know it. I can project my info onto other things too, infinitely. I'm a human back-up, but it works on everything. Those agent, I took away all their memories, which wiped em clean, like a new computer. I keep all the info in me foreva', ain't no gettin' rid of it, but I can take from anything. DVDs, CDs, computers, flash drives, I can learn alarm codes, anything. It works on books too, and all sorts of documents!" He got out of the trance and I saw how shocked he was.
"WHAT DO YOU USE YOUR ABILITY FOR?!" I commanded, to see if it was a justified kill. Instantly, he got into a trance.
"I pirate CDs and DVDs, then sell them illegally. I also steal computers, and tons of other things and blackmail people for money! I rob banks by learning security codes and wiping guards, and I'm a crook!" He finished and got out of the trance, he spoke normally "You really saved my can back there wit' those guys."
"I don't let anyone touch my prey..." I said, and began to split his scalp, as the truck outside finally exploded, and the shockwave sent a huge gust of debris flying through this apartment, and lighting up the night sky, just as the painting depicted. Guess Precog is always right.

Anyway, so I killed Devin and took his power, then teleported back to HQ. Its then that something weird happened.
"Precog, your painting came true" I said as I passed him in a hallway. He just looked oddly at me.
"What?" He looked dumbfounded.
"The one with me, and the guy. You know, the whole..." I moved my finger like I was cutting a skull.
"I haven't painted you killing anyone recently..." He said, and just walked away.
This was odd, so I teleported to the painting's original location. It was gone! I looked around the whole room, but the painting was gone. I can't explain what could've happened, but then I had a dream...
TO BE CONTINUED

Cuts

Death is horrid thing to play with....

If you've read Cleo or Tempest's blogs, you'll know that in the past day or so (you really lose track of time when you control it) we've infiltrated building 26, visited the location known as Coyote Sands, and had a few close encounters with the man named Death. what they haven't told you, is the Behind the Scenes story...

Everytime I shut my eyes, I keep having these amazing dreams. It sounds ridiculous, but I know that they aren't just dreams. I've met Dream Manipulators before, and the dreams they give you are VERY vivid. These dreams are beyond that level of vividness...
In my dreams, I see Heroes of olden times, Khufu the great Egyptian King, BeoWulf, Takezo Kensei, Benjamin Franklin, Martin Luther King Jr.,Thor, Crazy Horse, Sacagewa, Rosa Parks, Jason of the Golden Fleece quest, all great men, but also others. Great conmen, thieves, crooks. Al Capone, Hitler, Stallin, Castro, Napoleon Bonaparte, and many more who I couldn't name. Their lives have been shown to me, the paths they took to righteousness of infamy. Its always amazing to watch them, rise and fall. But something interesting about all these men: All were special...
That's right, everyone I've been seeing in my dreams had had an ability. Electrokinesis, Rapid Cell Regeneration, Persuassion, Summoning... all different, but so the same.
I'm beginning to understand how truly connected all specials are to each other. I tried to kill Cleo and take her ability when I was the old me, and now she is one of my greatest allies, and her greatest enemy, Death, killed my adoptive aunt, which makes him mine mortal enemy aswell. The dreams have opened that up too. Takezo Kensei, for example, was no hero... I've seen his life, he was a monster, he wanted to kill billions of people. Napoleon wasn't a villain either, he was a great man with good intentions who got corrupted by his ability of Accelerated Probability, which helped him win many battles. Its all fate, but they all had something in common.
A Pivitol Point.
Each of the people I dreamed of had some pivotal point in their lives, which forever chose whether they would be good or evil, and I think that may be coming up for me soon. The Dream Manipulator at my school said I would be tested soon, or something of that nature. Maybe I'm the next in this line of great men and women from all of time... who knows??

Also, at one point recently I was assaulted by Death seemingly, and I now have a helix scar on my wrist. It stings like a bitch, mate! And the fact is, no matter what I shapeshift into, I cannot get it off! I've tried turning into dozens of people, and none of them are helix-free! This thing must have some special properties, like that Petrelli guy's face, whom I was reading about in some old files recovered from a place called Primahearst or Pinetech, or something like that... I don't know.
Well I Thought-Form Projected myself a wristband to cover the scar, so it should be invisible. Hopefully no normal people see it. If they do, I may have to move to some sucky place to hide, like Australia or something... Ha, Australia! That place doesn't even get good TV shows!

Til next time
-Damian

Tin Can Man

So Aron is back in the world of the living, thank God! It was really good having him back, and also I had a little adventure that had some great results recently. You may be interested.

So everybody had been calling me to go meet up with Healthbar and Tempest, so I finally went. I teleported to the spot right before Tempest, and I saw him feel distaste as he recalled the phenomenon of teleporting.
He walked me through the elaborate TechPower Co. until the three of us found an empty room, which to my understanding was a storage closet of some kind. Healthbar asked me to get on my knees, insisting that I would feel less pain. The thought that she may be extracting revenge on me for what I had done to her while under John's control, but I trusted my allies more than that.
Healthbar placed her glowing hands on my head, and we both simulatanously gasped. I felt awful for an elongated moment, like my brain was being torn in two. It was as if someone were pulling at my conscience with tweezers, and pinching extra hard while doing it.
I felt a metal ooze begin toflow from my pores, like a pudding filled with painful razor filaments. Healthbar and Tempest argued about... something.... I couldn't hear them over the roaring of pain going on in my head. I would've been screaming, but my whole body felt paralyzed, stuck into place. The razor-filled gel stopped flowing form me, and I felt one funal tug, and my mind seemed to rip again, this time actually snapping into seperate sections. I felt the second part float out of my head, and then lost contact with it. I fell back slightly, and sighed as the pain began to receed.
"Geez, Healthy... I thought you were supposed to make people feel BETTER. I should cut open your scalp for making me feel that kinda of pain... Nah, just kiddin'!" I said to Healthbar, still not fully getting what happened.
"Man, you're ears bro...Dirty" I heard a small voice behind myself. I turned quickly and saw an amazing sight: A tiny, little, fully metalic Aron.
"Oh My God! Aron!" I cried out with amazement. I looked up at Healthbar and Tempest "He was really in me this whole time, existing in a state of suspended animation!" It all began to make sense. "Oh My God this is so COOL! C'mon little buddy, we're getting you BIG again!" I picked up Aron and Thought-Form Prjected myself a small pocket to keep him in.
We all raced out of the room, and I teleported to the outside of the building, having an idea. I placed Aron on the ground next to the wall.
"Whatcha doin' there?" Aron called upwards.
"Your ability," I said "Use it to absorb as much metal from this wall as you can, until you can grow to normal height. It should work, in theory."
With that, Aron placed his hands on the wall and began to use his ability. With a few seconds' passage, he began to grow, and row, and grow. Before long, he was back to his normal size, and fully metal. He pulled his hands back, and focused, trying to turn back into skin. His face and neck began to change, and slowly, so did his torso and legs, but his arms remained metal from the elbow down. He tried and tried, but couldn't change them. And with that, we hugged.
"Welcome back Armor." I said with true valiance, and then I was suddenly gone.

I looked around, and I realized I was in a dessert suddenly. How odd. I looked around, and not far from myself, a woman was standing.
"Hello Damian," she said in a melodical voice. "You're in for true pain." Then the whole world went crazy. I saw disturbing images all around me, and after about 3 seconds, the horrid visions stopped, and a whisper resounded PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN.
I looked around, and I was back in Aron's hold. What the hell had that vision been? Aron felt my disturbance, and asked me if I was okay.
"Yeah," I said, looking around. Then I teleported away.
I walked around Miami a bit now. It was full of Spring Breakers and tourists, but I was looking for something else. Food. Not literal food to eat, but a superhuman to prey on. I was hoping that I wouldn't find an innocent person with a cool ability, because I was very hungry. I don't know why, but lately my hunger has been getting greater and greater as of late.
I walked around and had no luck finding a single special person, so I simply sat on a bench and made a few fireballs in my hands, not really caring who saw. At one point a little kid came up to me with hugely visible curiosity in his eyes about my flames. I played around and made quick flashes while he looked hugely interested, until his mother ran up with true fear in her eyes, and compassion, and grabbed him away.
I sat on the bench and thought of my own mother, forced to be cooped up in a warehouse alone for the majority of this fight. Her ability could help us, I wanted her to fight with us, and I wanted to show her that I wasn't the person I used to be. But my hunger attack wasn't really helping with this.
As I sat and contemplated, something bad happened. I heard a voice behind me, a raspy man's voice. "All your money. Give me it" he was trying to use persuasion. I turned and said: "Sorry buddy, it doesn't work on me." This angered him, so he pulled out a knife and rushed at me, his other hand out stretch for my back pocket. I didn't even move, I simply telekinetically threw him against a wall.
"You know, theft is a serious sin, against the commandments you know." I said as I held him there.
"You're just ike me" he grunted "You have a power... Thought-Form Projection? What is that? Who's Maria West? She's special too!?" This guy was reading my thoughts! Telepathy, a wonderful ability, had simply jumped into my lap!
"I'm nothing like you, you're a criminal." I said coldly "I, however" I said as I raised a finger. "Am a killer." And I split his head open just like that. Then, I walked up and examined his mind. The telepathy was present in an extra lobe of the brain. I instantly started to use the power, although there weren't many more people since it was about 4 AM in the morning. Whenever a passerby walked, I read his thoughts. It felt so amazing to have this ability finally! I walked past a corner, and noticed an odd shadow, and felt an energy come from the point, an inward pulling. Someone had just teleported!
I raced to the spot where they had teleported from, hopng to see where they went, but the warp hole, although visible, was blocked off, and I couldn't understand where they had gone. What happened here? Had someone watched me? could they have fed me the exact ability I'd been wanting? So many questions, but I was probably overthinking. Maybe just another good teleporter? Who knows.

Well, I came back to TechPower Co. and found that Tempest, Cleo and Aron were all busy with some assignment. I decided to chill and post this, while I wait for Tempest. I haven't had my first TechPower Co. mission, but I surely want one. Hopefully I can get one soon?

Deathly

Death is a scary thing to have an encounter with...

So we were in Miami, and I was explaining Trigonometry to Cleo. She had no idea how it worked, and I was contemplating finding someone with Intuitive Aptitude for her to take the ability of, but then Tempest rushed out of nowhere, panting and blabbering about... Something. I didn't really pay attantion, because a strange force caught my attention.
See, whenever a teleportation is set up around me, I can feel the energy pulling on me, and I know the coordinates from where the teleportation came from, but this was an odd feeling. It was more like a portal, tugging inward instead of pushing outward. Cleo, Tempest and I soon found ourselves fighting against Death, a guy who reminded me of the cult members from an old episode of Jackie Chan Adventures, mixed with a vampire, and not the nice Twilight variety, the cool, Transylvanian type. But this was anything but cool.
Tempest was shooting lightning bubbles, Cleo was unleashing an entire arsenal of powers, and I tried everything, lowering the temperature around him to freezing point, burning him, telekinesising his skull open, I mean EVERYTHING! The guy's rebuttal was simply to slightly move a hand, and then... immense pain.
It wasn't the same pain I got when John did his Psionic blast thing, this was more physical. I felt my muscles contract to spasm point, my chest felt like it would explode any moment now, and my bones cracked under increased pressure in my organs. It was agony, but I managed to keep myself alive a bit longer by healing.

Both Tempest and Cleo have detailed the rest of the fight in their blogs, so check those out, but something else interesting happened.
While Tempest and I were Terrakinesising those giant rocks to crush Death, I also read his memories. I was shocked to see that everything he had been doing for over a week was all that was in there. No memories beyond it. It was as if someone had wiped him clean. There was a recurring theme though, and it was "kill Tempest and Cleo, leave the other to me..."
It was just a replaying sound as I watched his memories of killing people. He was under John's control. This made me less mad at the guy, he could barely be blamed for the bad he was doing, so I decided not to kill him for sins that were not his own, and I stopped time just before the giant rocks crushed him, and made indents in the rocks so that he would be hurt, but not killed. I restarted time and Tempest and I crushed Death's legs. When we pulleed back the rocks, I saw his eyes change between purple and bronze, due to his extreme trauma from the pain. This gave me a chance to glimpse his other memories, and I became very angry when I saw one in particular. It was him stopping the brain function and heart of a Company agent with the ability to alter the aging of things. My aunt, my mother's sister.
With malice, I stuck out my finger and began to cut his skull open, but Tempest saw what I was doing and persuaded me to stop. Because of my brain control, it didn't work on me, something about persuasion not working on persuaders, but it snapped me out of my anger-induced hunger. I teleported to Cambridge before it came back.

When we arrived, I wanted to face John. I was led to his holding cell in Techpower Co. Double clones with automatic rifles were watching over him, but it didn't seem necessary. He was just curled up in a ball in one corner of his gray room. I nodded at one of the clones, and they offered to open the door, to which I refused, and just phased through the wall into John's cell.
"We're on even grounds" I began, although I doubt he even knew I was there, he truly looked insane, curled in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and murmurring "My brain-control won't work on you, and yours won't work on me. Now, you're just one clone, not base John, but you have his abilities, which means that we can use you as a punching bag, and know how to stop base you by killing you." I paused, waiting for his response. He had, none but more mumbles, including "What have I become?", "You're a monster...", and "I hate me...". I got tired of trying to reason with a mentally destroyed person, and summoned one of the double clones to clone this clone. When they were done, a regular John was standing there, although the malice in his eyes was missing. This was a good John.
"Damian..." he whispered, and then he began crying, and ran up to hug me. At first I thought it was a trap, but I felt his sincerity once we touched. I hugged back, knowing that this was sadly not going to be a happy reunion.
John stopped hugging me as soon as I had a certain though, and stepped back. He had read my thoughts. He knew what I planned to do with him, and was insanely afraid. He tried holding back my abilities, but I was too fast. I used telekinesis to hold him to a wall, and then kicked into thinking mode. I tried a few painful moves on him, but he just screamed each time, and then healed himself. Bad.
I kept on killing him in horrid ways, until finally my understanding peaked, and I found his spot. A tiny, microscopic speck in the bottom of the back of his head.
"I'm sorry John..." I said once more, and then used terrakinesis to send a large spike straight into that part of his brain. John simply let out a final grunt, and then his body went limp. I began to walk out, but continued to be bothered by the murmurring of the crazier clone, so I humanely killed him in the same way.

I walked out the door, without phasing through it. Double's clones looked troubled about what I had done to the prisoners they were watching, so I decided to wipe their minds of it. They were clones, so I could've justifiably killed them and taken their ability, but through Thought Form Projection, I already was able to clone myself and replicate object, so I let them be.
I exited the holding area, and began walking around, when I felt a presence. I turned and saw a girl floating. She looked like a ghost, but my Intuitive Aptitude quickly told me that she had a passive ability.
"Hello" I said, and she looked puzzled. "Is there something wrong?"
"You..." she stammered "Can see me? Are you a Medium, like my sister."
"Um, no" I replied. "I guess my power lets me see you, since I understand you."
"Understanding? HA! You have a stupid power!"
"Well, atleast I can turn my power off"
"Ooh, I can't wait to get in your body!" And with that she flew at me, but she crashed off my body as soon as she collided. I didn't even feel her touch. "What the hell was that?"
"Well," I said, fully understanding what had happened. "I think its because of a rule of powers, where it seems that controlling powers don't work on those with similar powers. You tried to take control of my body, but my Mind Control ability stopped you."
"What?!" She looked genuinely confused "I thought your stupid ability was understanding. How can you have TWO powers?"
"Oh," and I smirked, beginning to grow tired of this ghostly-girl. I felt the Hunger. "I have many more than two. I can show you how I get multiple powers." I grabbed her with telekinesis, which grabbed her because it was a mental force, so her ghostlyness wasn't a factor. "I grab like this, and then, pin my victims against a wall" I did as I spoke, slamming her against a wall, but realizing she could just phase through, reinforced by pushing her on both sides with TK to make her feel crushed.
"Then," I continued "I close their mouth so they won't scream, and crush them against their will. Then, when they're incapacitated, I begin to make an incision" I tried cutting her head, but all I succeded in was making her feel a crushing pain on her head, but then I had an idea. As I conitnued holding her, I pictured her better, and looked at considered what she'd look like in the flesh, and thus, used TFP to make a body that would look exactly like what she would look like, and then forced her into the body.
"I don't need a garbage power like yours," I finished, leaving only a small cut on her forehead "but I hope you'll be grateful for this body I've given you. With luck, you can project your ghostly self out of it, but use it for commonplace things. Enjoy" And I teleported away.

-Damian

Mirror of Time

I don't feel like having an introduction this time, simply saying what has happened in the past few days, so without further ado, I guess I'll go.

So I teleported myself to school, and thankfully nobody saw me. Hopefully, it was gonna be a successful second day, here was hoping.
I had healed myself as best as I could, and shifted myslef to look good, but not overly good, as to attract too much attention. I walked up the steps and through the doors to my school. I decided that I may aswell enjoy every high schooler's dream, and read some minds. I still can't access the current thoughts of people, but I can see their memories, their past thoughts included. They played over them like a voice-over commentary on life.
Its interesting to see the true insecurities of people who have such hard exteriors. The tall basketball player, unsure of his sexuality. The gangsta looking popular kid that wrote poetry and believes strongly in true love. The seemingly reserved girl who has some crazy weekends. They all were interesting, but none overly. Except for one...
As I scanned the brains of passerbys, one caught my attention particularly. There was a big gap in his memories, about three years ago. Just a hole, missing information. It was interesting, maybe he had amnesia or something, and it deifnitely caught my mind. I kept reading, and found something even more interesting. He was special.
I saw his memories from his perspective, and I couldn't understand the power for a while. He walked further and further away, and I couldn't keep a link on his mind, so I trailed after him. I continued going through his conscience, but I saw no memories that were out of the ordinary, I just know that he had a power. I don't know how it was, I just seemed to have a tracker, or maybe it was a stupid hunch.
After a little while, his thoughts began to be altered. Occasionally, there was an intuition that I was following, and he was wondering a bit about me. He tried going through dificult paths, and eventually I increased our distance. Then I bended the photons around myself to make myself invisible to the naked eye, and continued reading. Now I kept reading his memories, and I could feel his emotions rising. Fear, and the feeling of being cornered. Eventually, we were in a secluded area, and I dropped my illusion, and held him in place with telekinesis.
"What are you?" I said with a bit too much hunger, as I turned him. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I faced him. His eyes were pure white, like Precog or Omni when they had a trance. "Ah, a precognitive. Wonderful." I didn't want to kill him and take his ability, since I didn't need it, but then he did something extraordinary. He lifted his hand, and I suddenly went into a trance.
I was hovering over myself. Well, not myself myself. Old myself. Damian the serial killer. He was in a room with a man of about 27 years of age. The man was glowing whitehot, he had Radiation Manipulation, like John. He kept trying to blow up, but Damian was somehow holding him back. I don't know if he had telekinesis or anything, but he, or I, suddenly put out his/my hand with the index finger and thumb pointed like a gun at the Radioactive man. He/I put down the thumb, as though he had shot a bullet, and all of a sudden, the Radioactive man's glowing scalp popped off, and Damian the killer looked at his brain. After a quick second of examining the brain, which he had illuminated with a hand that seemed to be giving off light, he stepped back and made a radioactive fireball in his hand, and smiled.
The scene quickly faded to two other superhumans being chased by Damian the killer. One was runningat superfast speed, but suddenly his feet stopped moving, and he crashed to the ground. The other's hands were glowing hard purple and gas was coming out of them. Cold-hearted Damian couldn't care less. He touched the ground, and the cement beneath the other two superhumans became liquid, and they sank in up to their necks, at which point Damian resolidified the ground. He then walked up to the speedster, and turned his hand into a knife and tore her scalp off, taking her ability, and then using it to run to the poison emmiter, to whom he melted the head of so that his entire facial muscles ad skull were visible. He then used Super-Strength to pop the brain out of the skull and take the poison power.
I continued and saw over a dozen more murders, by the end of which I felt awful. Finally, after it done, I was in a dark, foggy place. I heard distant footsteps, and the boy I had followed walked up, out of nowhere but the dark abyss that he had transported me to.
"Why did you show me that? What are you?" I asked, still freaked out by the images I had seen of myself.
"You have forgotten your horrid past. That was nowhere near all of the innocent lives you took on your power quest. You may think you have changed, but it is shown that history repeats itself, and in immortals like yourself, personal history is very important. You've killed in this manner previously, and you may think it justified to kill those who you find don't deserve their powers, but do you know that Damian Ramirez, the old you, had that same philosophy, but to such an exaggerated level that he believed that no one was worthy. You can become him again, or you can change into someone new, someone unseen. You are the only one who shapes your destiny. I have seen the future change many times before, and I know that your current path will return you to old ways. You are at the turning point, Damian West, where you are about to make choices that can provide your fate, and that of our entire species. Make the right choice." And with that, he began to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled. "Wait, please don't go! What do you mean? What is the choice?! GIVE ME ANSWERS!" I added a command, but it was useless, as the trance began to ware off, and I simply heard a resounding whisper saying 'YOU WILL KNOW'
I awoke and found that I was sitting against a wall in the corner of the school. The sound of the late bell alerted me to my surroundings a bit more, and without thinking, I teleported to a few feet from the door to first period. A few people saw, so I erased their memories.

So the rest of the day was normal, and nothing out of the ordinary happened, but today in class I needed to use my abilities just once, to avoid a serious dilemma.

Jeannie, my math partner, and I were taking a Trigonometry exam, which was easy as hell for me, but too complicated for her. She took a quick peek at my perfect test, but the teacher caught her. They had a dispute, and the teacher decided to give us both detentions. I could've managed, but I looked into Jeannie's eyes and saw extreme worry and fear, so I did what I had to do.
I turned towards the teacher, and trying to use the same mental method that I had seen John use previously, convinced her not to give us anything, simply vocalizing a single word:
"Really?"
At which point, the teacher's eyes glowed bright bronze, and she said "Nah, April Fools!" and walked off. I noticed my partener was having a bit of trouble still, so I manipulated the photons around us and recorded 3 seconds of us working, memorizing the exact pattern all the molecules had around us, and then replayed it like a video loop, so we had a sort of recorded illusion over us, and handed her my perfect paper.
She took a bit too long to finish, and I got a bit angry, pressing my fingers into the desk, and they heated up. I quickly controlled myself, but not before leaving a few small charred marks. Finally, we both finished and turned in our tests. I saw the intruige in her eyes again, so I did something nice. When everyone else left, I turned to the teacher, and commanded her:
"BE NICER TO JEANNIE PLEASE." And, I saw her eyes go slightly lighter, the same shade that passive commands should make them, and felt proud. With that, I left, and enjoyed the rest of my day.

Stay safe
-Damian

City of Fights

I've been to France before, and seen it up close, but the view of Paris, the city of Lights, at night, from the tip of the Eiffel Tower, is just simply incredible. Last night's escapade was truly life changing, and it gave a real insight to me on how truly small I am in the world.

So anyway, Jorge and I decided to hit up this club, The Garden of Eden, and we enjoyed ourselves as much as we could, dancing alot but I made sure we didn't drink, as it seems to kill my powers temporarily. It was a nice place, with a double-level area, railings disconnecting the bar area from the dance floor, and a few couches, one of which was occupied by a scary bald guy trying his luck to charm an asian woman, and he seemed to be doing pretty good. Anyway, we're there, when my phone goes off:
DANKO IS THERE
-Rebel
So I grabbed Jorge and transmitted the message through our mental link. We teleported to New York, at which point my phone went off again, this time a message from Tempest. It was about John being in France. I instantly told Jorge about the rendezvous point, and the temperature around us got very hot, as his temper got the better of him. We prepared, barely doing anything really, just passing a few fireballs, and trying to get Jorge's telekinesis to a strong level. He couldn't control it at all, he was just barely able to lift a one-pound rock up 6 inches. We were gonna have to use other methods of protection.
Finally, we teleported to France, making our jumpspot be the Arc de Triomphe. We walked incognito to the Eiffel Tower. The lights of the entire city of Paris were beautiful in photos, but nothing can compare to this. The sheer beauty that the tower gave off, the way the lights reflected outward, it was simply magesty. It was amazing, but the amazement was cut short, as I was picked up from behind suddenly.
Without warning, I was flying through the air, unsure of what could possibly be going on. I couldn't go into Thinking-Mode, and I didn't even consider using an ability, it hasn't yet become reflex to do it. Next thing I know we're somewhere completely different, and I hit the floor, hard. I heard a sickening snap, and a burning pain in my chest. I tried to transform myself to heal the borken ribs, but my abilities were still not working. I didn't even understand the situation, until I heard a voice behind me.
"Damian, Damian, Damian." An all too familiar voice chided behind me. "Finally, I can take your beautiful ability. Its fully developed, and has so many components. Shape-Shifting, Telekinesis, Probability Manipulation, Clairvoyance... oh the list is so sweet. And with my friend here," he stopped for a moment, probably motioning to someone, although I was face-first in the dirt, trying not to scream in pain. "I can take it, and I think I'll be perfectly happy with my list of abilities, although that won't stop me from taking more than my fair share."
Somehow, I managed to roll over onto my back, but my rib cage still throbbed horribly. "DROP DEAD!" I screamed, trying to put as much of John's own power into it as I could, but my voice didn't seem powerful enough. John simply laughed, as I had used all my energy in that single scream, and I simply layed on my back, unable to move, until John flicked his wrist, and I suddenly felt myself lift up onto my feet. I couldn't control my own movements, I felt like a marionette.
"Like the little tricks I've picked up since I met little Petey over there?" He smirked, tilting his head towards the young kid with glowing Bronze eyes standing a few feet away. Speaking of which, I hadn't noted where we were til now, so I took it all in.
We were standing in a large field, all grass and dirt with the occasional flower here and there. Trees were sparse, but I saw a few, and the beautiful mountains were visible in the distance. But no matter how much amazement the scenery brought me, I was still disgusted by John.
"Puppet Mastery," John announced, moving his fingers and making me dance a bit. "Seems somewhat redundant, but this way I don't have to vocalize my commands. You already saw flight, and I know that your little friends saw me use Radiation Manipulation. Something you may have overlooked, as well as Cleo, I picked up Rapid Tissue Regeneration from a man in Memphis, really quite useful, so now not only do I have clones, I have invincible clones. Just watch." With that, Johns face became odd. It began to stretch at the nose, then his whole body seemed to rip apart, and there was a grinding sound as his bones reproduced. Finally, the two halves ripped at the divide, and two identical, clothed, Johns stood before me. The original turned to the new one, and simply nodded, but his eyes glowed as he did it, so I'm guessing he somehow learned to give mental comands. The clone flew off. John then made a head gesture to a spot where the grass was flattened. I couldn't move because of his Puppet grip on me, but he turned my neck for me, and I saw Double, lying dead in the grass.
"What a wonderful power, Duplication. And I kept the body so that I could show you a bit more of what I can do." John then shot a harsh-looking beam of blue-laser into Double's head, immediately burning straight through. After he released the power flow, a clean hole was visible straight through Double's forhead. "Add Telepathy and Power Blocking to that list I know your making in your head, and you're almost completely done. Just add one more thing." With this, he looked harshly at me, and suddenly it felt like my brain was exploding. I fell to my knees, and then straight onto my broken ribs, letting out bloodcurdling screams from all the pain. Twice more at the same time the pain spasm came, like a shock of 1,000,000 volts going through my body, or some TNT going off in my head. John forced me to my feet again, and caused my mouth shut.
"Its called Psionic Blasting, if you're a comic book fan." and I felt a probing force going through my head suddenly. I realized he was reading my thoughts, but I lacked the strength to fight back. "Nope, you never read DC or Marvel. Well its very handy for torturing. An old Company Agent had it. I can send horrid pain signals into your nervous system, causing horrible pain without any true physical damage. Well, enough stereotypical Supervillain monolouging. Away with your ability. OH, PETEY!" John commanded, and the boy began walking like a zombie towards me. John nodded at the shell-of-a-boy, and he began approaching me with an outstretched, glowing-orange hand. I was sure this was it, until I saw a purple orb flying through the sky. I was the only one to notice, and it suddenly slammed John from behind, causing a crack as his neck snapped. I looked to Pete and saw his eyes suddenly lose their bronze shade.
I looked quickly to realize that Tempest was in the Force Field I had seen flying towards us. He began to swoop for Pete, when I heard another odd sound come from John's body. His neck was reforming! Within a moment, he was once again on his feet, and he used puppet mastery to pull Pete towards him, but Tempest was too fast. I saw a bunch of bright colours, when all of a sudden John EXPLODED! Seriously, like a mini-nuke, just went off! Everything went black.
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I woke up God knows how long later lying on a bed at TechPower Co., with Healthbar and Jorge standing over me, both their glowing hands on my chest. I looked up quickly, and saw that there was a mirror on the wall. It was very interesting to watch the radiation burns on my face all suddenly change back into my own skin. I helped the process of healing as much as I could once I got my strength back.
When the healing process was done, I tested my abilities, just to check that I still had them. They all seemed to be working fine, and after making a force-field around my hand, I noted my wrist, which had a charred Rolex upon it, still ticking. I checked it, and I watched the hands slowly stop ticking. THREE, TWO, ONE, and they got stuck at 11:53. I quickly deduced what the time was in Miami, and realized school was about to start.
The door clicked behind me as Cleo and Tempest began to walk in with Precog and Omni. I used two powers at once, and teleported myself to a spot three blocks from my school. At the same time I had used Thought-Form Projection to leave TechPower Co. a note:

Can't be late on just my second day!
-Damian

High School, Day 1

Today was an interesting day. Having Intuitive Aptitude makes school so much easier, and paying attention overrides the ADD I had before I manifested. It was so easy that I'm considering making myself older and making everyone forget me and going to college. Maybe even that'll be too easy, but ofcourse high school is insanely interesting.

So I showed up to a high school this morning, I remembered that once my friend Max and I had played football in the field there on a weekend when we were fifth graders. Good, simple times. I TFPed a simple car, one that didn't attract much attention. I took on my original form, or as close to it as I remembered. I'd altered my form so many times that I practically forgot myself, and its odd to forget what you look like in just a month...
I walked through, and had my classes layed out for me. French AP first period, then World History, and in no particular order, Chemistry, Geometrey, Psychology and PE. Wonderful schedule. First period breezed by. I had to write an essay in French. 100%+. AP is the perfect class for an Omnilinguist like myself. Next up, History. Damn the kids are odd. I scanned everyone in all my classes. I can't read their thoughts, but I can see their memories, their desires. Nobody special, nobody out of the ordinary. Just regular people. The fact was, at any moment, I could've altered probability and made one of them have a fate wherein they strike oil or gold, or get mugged after turning to alchoholism. Its so much power to have.
Anyway, the whole day was pretty boring, except for one class which truly interested me. Geometry. By the time I had this class, I had heard everything people said about me. Sometimes I'd stop time and read their texts, or read their memories. Always they'd be intruiged by my quietness, and how aloof and to myself I was. That wasn't normal me, but I can't attract too much attention, lest the Government get involved. Then hundreds of kids would know of the kidnapping organization led by Danko. Wouldn't that be a treat?
Anyway, the principal walked me into class, and told the Geometrey teacher, a stuck-up old white woman who reminds me of a witch, what with her white-blonde hair and odd glasses, my bio. I had commited it to memory. Damian Grey, transfer from Colorado after having moved between america and France my entire life. Believeable enough, and if not, I can alter people's memories.
As I walked in, some kid, Charlie or something, spat his gum at me. automatic thinking mode. CRAP! I thought, but I had to avoid the gum, lest people talk worse about me. I looked quickly at it, and stepped back. When it was before my face, I stopped time, and froze it to shattering point in midair. Afterwards, I melted the floating frostball and and restarted time. The kid kinda freaked after seeing that.
Anyway, I sat down next to this girl, Jeannie I believe. The class murmurred a bit, and then the teacher calmed them down, yelling specifically at this guy named Bernie and another group of kids. She began explaining Trigonometry, but was doing it all wrong. I would've corrected her, but I had to remember to not draw attention.
I spent the period scanning each kid, just a glance told me alot about them. A second quick glance, and a little thought, and I saw their histories and desires. Very interesting. I realized that Jeannie was staring at me, but I disregarded her. Eventually, she began talking about the lesson. I explained it to her, but used big words. She was confused, and left me alone a bit. After a while, she watched me more, as I worked out the complicated problems that everyone needed calculators for in my head.
"Why are you staring at me?" I mumbled, more to the 3 on my paper than to her really. She simply sat dumbfoundedly for a moment and said
"You work really fast."
I didn't know how to answer, and I don't know why, but I went into autothinking mode. I considered an ambiguous response carefully, and finally responded:
"I do what I have to." Trying to add as much mystery to it as I could. I loved the look of intruige in her eyes. I gazed into them, very lovely eyes at that, reading her every emotion. People say the eye is the portal to the mind. No one can relate to it better than myself. After a while I felt her discomfort, and returned to my work. I hope I didn't scare her, she seemed like a nice girl.
When the bell rang, her and a girl with ginger-coloured hair walked out together. I sent out my mind from my body and listened to their conversation. They were gossiping about me, and the ginger was only interested in getting the "dish" on me, while I saw true intrest in Jeannie's eyes. It was nice.
The day went slowly, and thankfully I had lunch. I Thought Form Projected my own soda, but bought a pizza from the school. It was delicious, considering I hadn't had pizza in over a month.
The majority of Miami's population is multilingual, and many refugees from Cuba come to Miami, but they don't learn English. I'd heard them referred to as "refs" for many years. Well, while I sat and enjoyed my seemingly gourmet meal, one such "ref" came up to me and started asking me questions, all in rapidfire Spanish. Ofcourse, even without Omnilingualism I spoke Spanish, but it definitely helped a bit. I answered genuinely, and saw that he had a want to humilate me in his eyes. Refs always have in my day. Eventually, I let my emotions get the better of me, and I commanded, in Spanish:
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Then to enforce it, I telekinetically controlled his body so that he walked back to his idiotic friends. Damn it was stupid, as many stared at how powerful I had been, but aparrently my command caught with many Spanish-speakers around myself, and they left me be. I found myself secluded once more. Oh the ginger-girl and Jeannie were gonna have a ball chatting about that one.

The rest of the day seemed to breeze by, and I definitely heard more rumors about myself. When I got home, I decided to change the crappy Toyota I had Thought-Form Projected to go to and from school in into a Ferrari, and altered myself a smidge. I enjoyed the Miami streets, until traffic hit, at which point I teleported the car and myself to a parking garage in New York City, where I left it, and then spent the rest of 20 minutes completing homework. It felt good to have something on my mind besides John, and supervillains.

Well one more interesting thing happened today. I ran into an old friend. I was enjoying a chocolate cake (yeah, I stole it with Persuasion) when who else but Jorge comes up to me! Jorge, the reality warper! We shared a strong mental link, and I automatically knew his intentions to be good ones. He sat next to me, and Reality Warped us some good eats. I said I was full, but he changed that.
He talked to me, and told me about how awful it was to have been under John's control, and later under Mia's. He was a puppet, until Mia and John No1 died and he was free at last. However, he also said that his power had been severelly weakened lately, by Mia who shot Supercharged Black Lightning at him, lowering his ability to god knows what level, although he still did amazing things. From what I saw he has weak reality warping, Thought-Form Projection, Enhanced Memory and Telepathy, as well as Teleportation. Besides that I haven't seen him do anything. He's come to live in Miami, trying to keep the government away. He made a friend who is a Technopath. Its Rebel. Together, they are trying to end the fight against us, like Che Gueverra, although he led a Revolution, and this was a Rebellion.
Jorge and I are still together now, and we're planning on staying up all night and partying at some awesome clubs. I really hope he can Reality Warp away me being tired tomorrow morning O.o

Stay safe
-Damian

Welcome to Miami

Miami is my city, New York is my town. A little expression I altered slightly to fit me. I love Miami, always have, always will, but the fact is that before, when I was a normal kid living with Maria West, I had been sheltered, and restricted from doing as I pleased. I couldn't go out at any hour, get in a car and stay out partying until 3 in the bloody morning, if anything I would get a ride to and from the mall or a friends house, and have to be home before 11:30, but now, I had liberty. And Miami is often underrated, in more ways than one. Here's been my day so far.

Last night I flew into Miami. Yes I flew, but not with the power of flight, no. I came in an airplane, like a normal human being. We dropped into MIA (Miami International Airport) at about 11:45 AM on a flight from JFK Airport in New York. The first thing I did when I got back was enjoy some traditional, cuban food. I went to the La Carreta restaurant in the airport and had a huge steak, along with some rice and black beans, then some rice pudding. Yum!
I took a taxi to a spot on South Beach, and paid the man with money I made via Thought-Form Projection (What, I didn't say I'd NEVER use my abilities here). As I stepped out of the cab, the sweltering heat of Miami seemed a bit alien, after having spent time all over the world for about a month. All day I went to the beach, talked to attractive, fit girls and attempted to skim board. Surprisingly, if you use telekinesis, its very easy.
All in all, it was a normal day, and at night, I teleported into a club. I'd never been in a true club before, and it was simply amazing. Dancing, strobe lights, sweat and heat. Its insane how much my powers started working, seeing every detail of the party, understanding, at one point I began to be able to smell phermones, my understanding grew so much. I was lving it up, and decided to have a few drinks. BIG mistake.
As soon as I had my second shot, I felt my grip on the world slip slowly away. I began to act without thought, and ended up bumping into the wrong guy. I wasn't even thinking at the time, but the blurs I remember were him pounding on me, and myself foolishly moving my hands around, hoping to telekinetically throw him. Needless to say, I had no control over my abilities. Next thing I remember was hitting the pavement face first after being thrown out by a bouncer. I slept until I was picked up by the cops.
I woke up the next morning in a Miami police station, in a holding cell. My head was throbbing madly, but I had regained control over my abilities. I made a mirror appear and looked at myself to see a few cuts and bruises on my face. I quickly healed them, and looked to the situation at hand. I could understand what had happened the night before quickly, and simply phased out of my cell, looked around until I found the report they had written on me, burned it to ashes, and then emitted a huge magnetic wave, formatting all the memory from their computers and security cameras.
I teleported to the beach again, thinking nothing could go wrong. I was right for the most part, until I saw something odd. A drug deal.
I paid little attention at first, but then saw something interesting. The dealer, after the client had walked away, snapped his fingers, and a small ziploc bag appeared in his hand. He had an ability. I decided to check this out further.
"Yo," I walked up, adopting an ebonix overtone. "You straight, cuh?"
"Yeah kid, wutchu need?" He asked, all buisness. I could see the conivingness and the readyness to decieve in his eyes.
"Whatchu got?" I asked, not really caring. He ran me through a short list of odd names of products, and I picked one at random. He produced a small bag from his pocket, or so it seemed. I had been fast enough to catch that he had made it appear in his hand. Object displacement?
At that, I took the pouch, and without thinking, ran away. Instantly he gave chase, or so I thought. I looked behind myself and saw that he wasn't there. I looked forward, and crashed right into him! Space-Time Manipulation!
The dealer punched me, but I let his fist phase through my head. He pulled back, shocked, and looked at his fist, and then my face with amazement.
"That's right" I said, re-adopting my proper voice "I'm special, like you. But you use your power for bad, whereas I use mine for good. You don't deserve your ability. I can fix that." The hunger overpowered me, but I thought it was alright, seeing as how he was a drug dealer, and a conartist, not to mention a thief! He deserved pain!
I grabbed him and teleported to an old warehouse in Idaho, where they used to have potatoes stored. I saw that he was about to stop time, but I was faster. I cut his skull open in a second, and he dropped down the next. I looked at his brain, and enjoyed it, getting the blood of the evil of the world on my hands. It felt right to kill those who are wrong. I examined, and finally I understood the ability. It wasn't space-time manipulation, but simply Time Stopping. Still a very useful ability, which I began practicing with immediately, after burning the drug dealer's body ofcourse.
Afterwards, I teleported back to Miami, and decided to go home. I teleported to the VHS store, and although it was early there, my biological clock said it was later than it was. I began to work, and wrote this blog. I haven't shown anyone my new ability, but I like my new idea: Only killing bad people, and those who truly don't deserve their abilities.
Its a good plan right? Well no time to worry now, first day at a new school tomorrow! Finally a chance to be normal again...well, not really.

As always, stay safe
-Damian

Redemption

Well, The fact that I'm actually almost 45 is pretty startling. It makes you really appreciate life a bit, to know that you have a second chance. It also shows the amazing power of those like myself, the people who can change the world with a snap of their fingers, those who have the choice of others' lives in their hands, the ones who truly need to choose between good and evil. We are something straight out of science-fiction, and yet we are as real as any of my readers, in the flesh. We breathe, and eat and drink and worry about what other people think just as much as anyone else. The only difference is that we may worry about being accepted a bit more than mundane human beings.
Thinking of the world around me, at times I feel invincible. I can heal myself of any physical wound, stop bullets in their tracks, stop someone's heart with a thought. The power seems to overcome all, but emotional anguish cannot be tamed by my abilities. The knowing of the monster that I was, and that I potentially can still be, is something that hurts me just to think of. I'm just a kid, about to turn sixteen. A month ago, if you had asked me what I planned to do in life, I wouldn't have had the slightest clue, I probably would've said I wanted to go to college or something, but I never would have guessed that I was a super-powered serial killer. Life just gets more and more complicated.
After my recent fight with Danko's men, and realizing how much power I had over people, I realized what I truly wanted: To go back to leading a normal kid life, although to do that, I would have to give up my powers, but I wouldn't ever do that. I decided on Miami being my headquarters again, let someone else handle the supernatural problems of the world. I should be studying Physics and having the living hell confused out of me by droning teachers, not hunting down special people and ripping open their heads. No, that just wouldn't do.

I asked Tempest to input me into the Miami-Dade County Public School System at a school that was not too far from the one I used to attend. I obviously didn't stay with my name as Damian West, but I kept my first name. To the kids of Miami, I would be Damian Grey, a transfer from New York City. I had Thought-Formed false parents, for fear of dragging my mother into this. I want to protect everyone, and if there are any John sightings, I won't hesitate to find him and fight as hard as possible.
So, starting Monday, I am going to become Damian Grey in Miami. Please notify me if John is seen, and I can handle myself there, even if agents find me. Don't you worry bout a thing.

-Damian

Animal I've Become Part 2

So as we all remember, I was with my mother, locked in what looked like a Holocaust bunker. I had learned things from her that I can't even understand, and she cleared up so much... I just fear the knowledge I have gained. Lemme start it out for you, right where we left off:

So I had just walked into a large holding area where my mother was watching TV while lying on a couch, like I had seen her do hundreds of times at home. The only difference was that her right hand was crackling with black electricity all over, which made me realize how strange my life had recently become.
I rushed up to my mother and gave her a huge embrace, but when I pulled back, I looked in her eyes and 'read' her emotions, a byproduct of my Intuitive Aptitude, and saw something that I never would've expected from my mother when she looked at me: Fear.
"Damian...We really have to talk" My mother said in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Mom..." I gasped "Why are you afraid of me? Aren't you proud, I'm just like you!"
"No your not!" She snapped, surprising me greatly "I'm nothing like you, you're a monster." And she meant it, I could feel it. Tears whelled up in her eyes as she spoke.
"Mom," I said, also beginning to cry "Its me, your son. Damian. You raised me alone, your the strongest person I know, and I love you. I've done some things I'm not proud of recently, but it was all for you."
She paused for a moment, and the tears slid down her eyes. She turned away from me after realizing that I could reead her every emotion, and I didn't try to regain eye contact.
"You're right," she finally sighed "I raised you... Well, sort of..." This shocked me. I was intruiged, and wanted to mind probe m mother to see what she was talking about, but was able to hold myself back, out of love and respect.
"What do you mean 'sort of'?" I inquired.
"Well," she began "I may as well start from the beginning. I used to work for a company, Primatech. They were huge not too long ago, capturing Evolved humans like you and I and giving us the choice between being pent up like animals or being out in the world, but under the wachful eye of one of them. It was torture, but all I could do to keep my sanity was work for them, with that awful man, Thompson. Ugh. Well the fact is, I started working there very young. I was about 19 when they pulled me in in the year 1981. I trained and trained, and with my ability everything was much simpler."
"Black lightning" I interupted "I heard that that's one of the most lethal abilities known. That's why you were a good agent, because they can't escape your power." My mother chuckled at this, and I gave her a curious look.
" Black lightning," she continued "Is only a by-product of my ability, like how you can understand peoples emotions by looking them in the eyes, or... How you can..." she paused and began to breathe heavily.
"Rip open skulls and take abilities?" I asked with guilt. At this she began to cry a bit, I could feel the fluid running down her face, although she was looking away from me.
"Yes," she said "That. Well, my full power decreases abilities, sometimes to the point that they remain dormant for years and years at a time. After I learned control over it, I gained black lightning. However, my ability has different levels, for instance I can make someone's abilities not work for a day, or a week, or many years, but they will always come back, and just as strong, if not stronger, than they were when I lessened them." At this point she looked at me again, and I tried not to read her emotions. "That's what I did to you Damian."
I couldn't believe this. My own mother, had depowered me? I mean, yes, my abilities are hugely powerful, and if I developed them young I would understand, but this brought so many questions, and the hunger to know. Thank God I could control it enough not to tear apart my own mother's head.
"Damian, you aren't my biological son." My 'mother' dropped a bomb "The fact is, you're an assignment from The Company. Long ago, in the year 1989 a man with the ability of Intuitive Aptitude began to kill people with special abilities. This wasn't the first time we had seen this, a man named Samson Grey had once killed in this manor as well, so we thought we could handle this man. He collected many abilities over time, and finally I and my partener, Thompson, were assigned to the man's case. He was an American, born to Cuban parents in New York City in 1964.
"However, the Company and my assignments weren't all that were on my mind. I had found love, a man named Marcus London, a special. He had the ability of Psychokinesis, and we were made for each other. I wanted to keep him safe, so I nulled his powers, sometimes for weeks at a time so that they wouldn't take him in and he wouldn't experience my same fate.
"I became enthralled in my work, being sucked further and further in. A man named Spektor and his partener, my sister, Nina, a woman with the ability to alter age of other organisms, became envolved in the case. The man had been spotted near Fort Lauderdale, Florida, just a short distance from my own home in Miami. the four of us from the Company were sent down, waiting for the man, and trying to bait him with my sister, Nina, who publicly began displaying her ability, claiming to be a healer. We waited a while, and then it was too late...
"Nina was fine, but we heard of a murder in Miami. A man named Marcus London. The power-theif had ripped his skull open. I couldn't take the anguish over the loss, and I vowed revenge. I used a clairvoyant man in Level 5, a holding cell for dangerous EHs, to find the man. With out Company supervision, I went with Nina and we found him, about to kill a baby girl born with the ability of Aura Absorption. We stopped him, and I shot him with as much power as I could, cancelling almost all the abilities he had stolen permanently, due to them not being geneticly attached, but he looked in my eyes, and saw my anguish. Due to a run in with an Emotional-Mainpulator, he shared my grief over my fallen lover, and he repented right there. Also, sharing such an emotion made the Psychokinesis become part of his genetic code, through Empathic Mimcry, a by-product of his abilities. I could only keep it dormant, but it would definitely come back soon.
"The company was going to take him in, but I knew that it was a trap, and that he was going to try to get sent to Level 5, and wait til his abilities returned and then killed all the inamtes. No, instead, I had Nina revert him to a baby. This was in the year 1993."
I was shocked, taking all this in was alot. Then it hit me.
"1993 was when I was born..." I said, almost mute with shock. I looked up and realized that the woman who I had thought to be my mother had been much stronger than I thought, and that she had been caused anguish by me, yet she raised me, and loved me like her own son. I saw the pain coming up after all the years, and fell to my knees, hanging my head low. "Kill me. You deserve revenge. Your words are true, I can sense it. You deserve more than an apology, you deserve vengance." I looked her straight in the face with a very serious look. "I'll take everything you've got."
I looked to the floor, and prepared myself for the upcoming pain. I heard an electrical crackle, and anticipated, but the pain never came. Finally, I looked up and saw something I wanted to se in her eyes. Compassion. Love.
"I know I should," she said between her tears "But I've grown to love you. The fact is, you are my son. After the Company heard what Nina and I did to you, they fired me, and gave me the assignment of raising you, saying that when your power returned they would decide whether to kill you or to make you into an agent. Your morals would decide this, and I was responsible for making you into the right kind of person to work for the company. Nina and I weren't allowed to contact each other anymore, and she was eventually killed by a man who could control organs, and had shut off her brain function just by thinking. I tried to keep us hidden, but the company always found us. Eventually we stayed in Miami, you were put in school when you were three, and we stayed there for the rest of time. Your powers have come back, but there's good news. The Company is gone.
"You can be better than what you were, Damian, you have a second chance. The government is currently persecuting us, but when this all blows over, you and I are going to return to Miami, and continue living life like normal people. I don't want you, my son, to make the mistakes I made."
I was glad that she had reffered to me as her son, and I truly felt bad. I don't know why I don't remember any of my past life, but after learning that, I told my mother to rest up in this bunker. I Thought-Form Projected everything that she wanted into existence, without having to put out any effort, I just checked her mind for literally ANYTHING she wanted, and made it happen. Then I teleported out, leaving her to be happy, and went to Canada.
I spent a few days there, and now I think its my time to return. As soon as I publish this blog I'm returning to our new headquarters.

As always, stay safe
-Damian

Animal I've Become...

I am so overcome by horrid feelings tat I can't think. Its better I explain the past few days:

So I haven't posted in a while because I was enjoying life a bit. I had transformed myself into a very attractive beach-goer and had returned to Miami for a bit. Tempest still had my iPhone, but I had gotten my original body back.
After killing John No.1 I turned to see my newest allies, Evan Drake included. I hadn't trusted Evan from the time I met him, but there was something I never mentioned before: Evan and I grew up together.
Yes its true, Evan and I have gone to the same schools together since we were in kindergarten. Evan used to be close to me, but he got in with the worng crowd in middle school, and I gained friends (like John and Aron...gee, who was hanging with wrong crowd?). Ever since, Evan and I hadn't spoken ever, and then we find that we are practically related, due to us both being evolved humans. So, I decided to speak to him.
"Glad to see that your on the right side this time Evan." and I smirked. Before he could respond, I TFPed my soul out of the clone body I was occupying, destroyed the clone, and teleported back into my own body, still sitting at Tempest's headquarters. Everyone was kinda shocked to have seen me come back, after having watched the majority of what went down on the plasma screen before them. Before anyone said anything, I teleported to New York and tested my new ability.
I walked up to a food-vendor and said "GIVE ME A PRETZEL, HOT DOG, AND DR.PEPPER." The vendor handed me the pretzel and hot dog immediatley, but he had no Dr.Pepper. However, the command didn't end. He got up, and walked a block and a half to a small convenience store, and grabbed a Dr.Pepper bottle, ran with it, and came and gave it to me. His eyes then reverted to normal, and before the angry shopowner that was at the end of the street got to us, I teleported once more. I'm getting really good at that.
I found myself in Miami, and at this point altered my physical being. I hadn't had any real chances ever to use my powers like a normal kid before, so I started now.
A day went by of my antics, standing several meters from people and messing with them telekineticlly, or freezing someones food straight out of the over, or melting their ice cream from a distance. I also messed with the lights in places, altering their photons, and used magnetic manipulation to rapidly open and close windows and doors, creating quite a fear in many people. Someone actually called a priest to perform an exorcism! That was too rich, and I made my body into a ghostly form, pretending to be an escaped Demon from hell, terrorizing the earth. You should've seen the looks on peoples' faces! Priceless! I added to it by yelling in Latin and Sanskrit, quite fluently to my surprise.
I ended up just lying on the beach in the form of a good-looking twenty-something man when it happened. THEY showed up again. I heard several loud pops behind me, and slowed down into thinking-mode. I turned quickly to see several darts flying at me. Telekinetically, I simply dropped them. I shot huge fireballs at the team of 15 agents, but I had forgotten my previous encounter, and they were able to walk straight through the flames. I tried using terra-kinesis, but their suits had some property that I couldn't puncture them with earth, or anything. Okay, so they had some new tricks, but then again, so did I.
I Thought-Form Projected a bunch of hydrogen gas into the area around myself, and then did something awesome. I turned my body into pure flame, and I felt myself get stronger and stronger, as I consumed the gas. Because there had been gas remaining on their suits, they all caught, until I felt each one's level of hydrogen deplete, I burned as hard as I possibly could. When I was done, I reverted to human-form, and used my newest trick.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!!!" I yelled. They all stopped in their tracks, and simply walked away. A bunch of scared passer-bys looked over, poking their heads out of the small refuges. I altered my body to look dead, and then made a clone of the dead-twenty-something man I had become lying on the beach, before teleporting to a new location.
I felt invigorated, the government can't capture me! I was invincible! It felt so great, and then my day was made better by the news that my mother was going to be saved. I layed low for a little while, and when I found the post saying my mom was back I instantly was excited. I cleaned myself up as best I could, as I hadn't had proper grooming in 3 weeks, and teleported to Tempest's location.
"Glad you came Damian," Tempest said in his cool, smooth, English voice. I love English accents. "We have your mother, you're free to see her whenever you want."
"I'd very much like to see her now" I said, not realizing that I had spoken in a flawless British-accent.
"I see your run in with the Omnilinguist gave you more than just language skill. Either your a talented thespian, or you can mimic voices and accents." Tempest smiled at his discovery, and at the same time beginning to walk me to the door. I followed him, and he then did something I found somewhat rude, but acceptable, considering the circumstances. "CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND DON'T PEEK AT ALL" He commanded.
Automatically, I obeyed, and had trouble following him for a bit, until he added to his command "FOLLOW ME." And I had to do it no matter what.
Finally, I heard a door click, and I felt able to open my eyes again. We were in the secret location. Sitting in a couch, before a small flat-screen TV, was my mother. I rushed up and lifted her off the ground in a strong embrace. I looked her in the face, smiling so much, but the feelings I saw in her eyes didn't match what I had expected. I saw fear.
"Hello Damian." She said, her voice being a bit hoarse from all the time in Building 26. "We really need to talk"...
To be continued...