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
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
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
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
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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
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
Saturday, March 28, 2009
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
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
Friday, March 27, 2009
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
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
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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...
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...
Monday, March 23, 2009
Procedure
I was appauled when I heard that my friend Jorge had been killed. I barely spent time with him, but we shared minds once, and it was like we had a link between us, a form of intimacy. Along with that, Jorge had the most powerful power out there, reality warping, and through that he had basically every power. I'm so surprised that Amelia was able to copy his ability empathically, and also that Cleo was able to get in his head. I guess I underestimated them too much.
So now John had made me lose yet another friend, one that knew me, quite literally, better than I knew myself, due to him having probed my mind completely once. I now have more incentive to kill him, and now I'm sure that I'm going to take his ability, so that I can convince Amelia to bring back Jorge, and then make her go to Cleo so that she may have her revenge. I always help those who help me.
I've been thinking alot, and I believe I may know a way to defeat John. Do to Tempest's previous wards, I'm almost positive that John cannot read this, lest he has a technopath on his side, which is very likely.
So there we were, I was watching everything unfold on a plasma screen TV that Tempest had set up to watch from a camera held by a clone of double. Lined up were about 30 or 40 gray looking people, most of which were British characters that I had never in my life heard of, along with tigers, lions, bears, foxes and horses. It looked liked something out of The Chronicles of Narnia By C.S. Lewis. Doolittle, Playwrite and Evan were the obvious faces amongst the crowd, and I knew that our new recruits were there aswell. The sound was cut off in the video, so that John's command wouldn't somehow make it through to them. Now it was time to execute my plan.
It was simple, really. Using Thought-Form Projection I created a chair, then sat my body down, and again used TFP to send my mind out of my body, like a floating ghost, leaving my body a shell. I had only left my body once before, so it was an interesting experience. I had most of my abilities while in this ghostly form, I just couldn't be seen nor heard, which was a plus. I teleported to the location of the troops, and floated amongst them. They were tracking John, and had basically backed him into a corner in Australia. A mansion was infront of us, looking out of place in the desert-area. Lush rainforest filled the area about 500 feet outward from the enormous house, and there was a wonderful driveway, filled with expensive vehicles, including everything from Ferraris and Maseratis, to tanks and Fighter-Jets. Our plan of action was simple: RAID!
We all rushed, screaming battle cries. I simply hovered as a ghost, unnoticed. My plan was about to unfold. I watched an amazing battle below, and helped secretly with pyrokinesis and telekinesis and all my other kinesi, as often as I could. At one point, I saw a huge looking buff guy with bronze eyes (he wasn't an EH though, just strong) rush at Doolittle. I made an Earth-spike to kill him, but Doolittle's Siberian Tiger jumped on the guy, and I accidentally impaled him. Dozens upon dozens of security-type guys were everywhere, and a few looked quite alot like some wrestlers I had seen on TV. I'm amazed that the losses were so minimal in the fight, just a few dead statues and animals. I soon grew bored of hovering, and knew my team could win alone without my presence. Time for phase 2.
I floated into John's office, and among him were several big dudes. He knew the fight was downstairs. He began yelling commands at each guard, and I muted the world around myself so that I would be unaffected. When he was done, each left. Now there was another person I hadn't seen before, a young boy. He fit the description of someone I knew only from others' memories: Pete. Indeed, John captured Pete, and had begun using him already. I hovered infront of John, and was shocked that I could overcome his commands while ghostly. I saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes. One of the main was power, he felt big, invincible. I would've probed his mind to see what abilities he took, but I had a fear of being caught. Now he was pretty vulnerable, so it was the best time to execute my plan.
I made a clone of myself in the room, and John saw it. He simply smiled without worry, waiting for my clone to kill itself. After a moment, he showed intruige, and commanded the clone to commit suicide, but because the clone had no mind of its own, it didn't have to obey. At this, I TKed his mouth shut, and manifested my soul in the clone's body.
John's eyes reflected extreme worry, and fear. I kept a strong grip upon his mouth, so that he couldn't control me or anyone else. Battle sounds from the outside hall raged, but I couldn't care less. It was vengence time.
"John." I said calmly "You killed two of my friends, and manipulated me into doing your dirty work. You made pawns of everyone around you, and the fact is...you're my friend. I know that this ability is corrupting your mind. I want there to be a way to save you, but I can understand that there isn't anyway. You have to pay for your sins. I want your to suffer in horrid ways." I felt the hunger again, I wanted his power, but not yet. First I made him dance, like a puppet, with telekinesis. I continued by burning him and freezing him, like he made me do to Healthbar. Next I teleported us to a tall building, and threw him out the window, stopping him right before he touched the ground. I loved the feeling of making him suffer. I teleported back to his office in the mansion, and began to cut his skull, feeling proud. At this point, the rest of the guys rushed into the room, and were shocked to see me there.
I was focusing completely on killing John, and let go of his mouth for a moment. It was a stupid mistake. At the last second, he screamed:
"LET ME LIVE ON!" I disregarded the comand, and cut open his skull completely, however, the command wasn't directed at me. Before I inspected John's mind for his power, I heard a clap from behind me, but I disregarded it. I looked at his brain, and quickly understood his power. I was sure I had it now. I smiled, and turned to my group, only to see John rushing down the hallway, along with Double.
Double had made a clone of John...
Well, I haven't tested it out yet, but I think I have John's power. I know what I'm gonna do with it... I'm gonna find Amelia, but John is still out there, and now he has Double on his side, so he could have tons of clones now, that are ways of him avoiding death.
I'm coming back now.
-Damian
So now John had made me lose yet another friend, one that knew me, quite literally, better than I knew myself, due to him having probed my mind completely once. I now have more incentive to kill him, and now I'm sure that I'm going to take his ability, so that I can convince Amelia to bring back Jorge, and then make her go to Cleo so that she may have her revenge. I always help those who help me.
I've been thinking alot, and I believe I may know a way to defeat John. Do to Tempest's previous wards, I'm almost positive that John cannot read this, lest he has a technopath on his side, which is very likely.
So there we were, I was watching everything unfold on a plasma screen TV that Tempest had set up to watch from a camera held by a clone of double. Lined up were about 30 or 40 gray looking people, most of which were British characters that I had never in my life heard of, along with tigers, lions, bears, foxes and horses. It looked liked something out of The Chronicles of Narnia By C.S. Lewis. Doolittle, Playwrite and Evan were the obvious faces amongst the crowd, and I knew that our new recruits were there aswell. The sound was cut off in the video, so that John's command wouldn't somehow make it through to them. Now it was time to execute my plan.
It was simple, really. Using Thought-Form Projection I created a chair, then sat my body down, and again used TFP to send my mind out of my body, like a floating ghost, leaving my body a shell. I had only left my body once before, so it was an interesting experience. I had most of my abilities while in this ghostly form, I just couldn't be seen nor heard, which was a plus. I teleported to the location of the troops, and floated amongst them. They were tracking John, and had basically backed him into a corner in Australia. A mansion was infront of us, looking out of place in the desert-area. Lush rainforest filled the area about 500 feet outward from the enormous house, and there was a wonderful driveway, filled with expensive vehicles, including everything from Ferraris and Maseratis, to tanks and Fighter-Jets. Our plan of action was simple: RAID!
We all rushed, screaming battle cries. I simply hovered as a ghost, unnoticed. My plan was about to unfold. I watched an amazing battle below, and helped secretly with pyrokinesis and telekinesis and all my other kinesi, as often as I could. At one point, I saw a huge looking buff guy with bronze eyes (he wasn't an EH though, just strong) rush at Doolittle. I made an Earth-spike to kill him, but Doolittle's Siberian Tiger jumped on the guy, and I accidentally impaled him. Dozens upon dozens of security-type guys were everywhere, and a few looked quite alot like some wrestlers I had seen on TV. I'm amazed that the losses were so minimal in the fight, just a few dead statues and animals. I soon grew bored of hovering, and knew my team could win alone without my presence. Time for phase 2.
I floated into John's office, and among him were several big dudes. He knew the fight was downstairs. He began yelling commands at each guard, and I muted the world around myself so that I would be unaffected. When he was done, each left. Now there was another person I hadn't seen before, a young boy. He fit the description of someone I knew only from others' memories: Pete. Indeed, John captured Pete, and had begun using him already. I hovered infront of John, and was shocked that I could overcome his commands while ghostly. I saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes. One of the main was power, he felt big, invincible. I would've probed his mind to see what abilities he took, but I had a fear of being caught. Now he was pretty vulnerable, so it was the best time to execute my plan.
I made a clone of myself in the room, and John saw it. He simply smiled without worry, waiting for my clone to kill itself. After a moment, he showed intruige, and commanded the clone to commit suicide, but because the clone had no mind of its own, it didn't have to obey. At this, I TKed his mouth shut, and manifested my soul in the clone's body.
John's eyes reflected extreme worry, and fear. I kept a strong grip upon his mouth, so that he couldn't control me or anyone else. Battle sounds from the outside hall raged, but I couldn't care less. It was vengence time.
"John." I said calmly "You killed two of my friends, and manipulated me into doing your dirty work. You made pawns of everyone around you, and the fact is...you're my friend. I know that this ability is corrupting your mind. I want there to be a way to save you, but I can understand that there isn't anyway. You have to pay for your sins. I want your to suffer in horrid ways." I felt the hunger again, I wanted his power, but not yet. First I made him dance, like a puppet, with telekinesis. I continued by burning him and freezing him, like he made me do to Healthbar. Next I teleported us to a tall building, and threw him out the window, stopping him right before he touched the ground. I loved the feeling of making him suffer. I teleported back to his office in the mansion, and began to cut his skull, feeling proud. At this point, the rest of the guys rushed into the room, and were shocked to see me there.
I was focusing completely on killing John, and let go of his mouth for a moment. It was a stupid mistake. At the last second, he screamed:
"LET ME LIVE ON!" I disregarded the comand, and cut open his skull completely, however, the command wasn't directed at me. Before I inspected John's mind for his power, I heard a clap from behind me, but I disregarded it. I looked at his brain, and quickly understood his power. I was sure I had it now. I smiled, and turned to my group, only to see John rushing down the hallway, along with Double.
Double had made a clone of John...
Well, I haven't tested it out yet, but I think I have John's power. I know what I'm gonna do with it... I'm gonna find Amelia, but John is still out there, and now he has Double on his side, so he could have tons of clones now, that are ways of him avoiding death.
I'm coming back now.
-Damian
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Deceived...
Auriss, listen to me: JOHN IS ALIVE! He's alot craftier than we expected. Check this out:
So I was delighted when I heard that Auriss had captured John and taken his ability. She brought him to me, with a Telekinetic grip. I thanked her, with as much honesty as possible, and I took him telekinetically, gripping his throat as hard as I could. I didn't want to look at him too hard, I was gonna wait and kill him.
I went into a small shed, and because I believed him to be powerless, dropped him on the floor,pushing dow with my mind for extra-hard impact. Then, things got odd.
The shack started spinning, and suddenly we weren't there anymoer. Instead, we were in what looked like a volcano, lava rushed and popped everywhere, and it looked like people were swimming in it. A burnt hand threw itself out of the boiling magma and grasped my ankle, which was on a small lava rock, along with John. The hand was dripping molten rock, and it burned my ankle quite badly. I screamed in pain, trying to heal it, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly, it pulled me in, and my foot sank, burning horridly, followed by the rest of my body. The pain was awful, and I just wanted it all to end, but it wouldnt. I opened my burning eyes and saw dozens of charred bodies swimming in the magma, being whipped by red, disgusting monsters. It was terror. It was horrid. I was in hell.
After a few moments of severelly awful pain, and trying to scream, only to have my mouth and lungs filled with liquid flame, I felt like i was drowning. I wanted to go to the surface, but the charred hand was still pulling me down. I couldn't move beyond that, so I couldn't kick or fight him off. I was sure it would be the end when my vision started going black, but then the pain was gone. I coud move. I looked down and saw that I was perfectly fine. I was shocked. What happened? I looked up, and my questions were answered. I was staring straight into the blank, mind-controlled face of the reality warper Jorge.
Jorge's eyes, normally light brown (although he can alter their color at will) were the same shade of bronze that all of John's victims are. He had been found, and controlled. This explained how Auriss had thought she had taken his ability, because he had bended reality so she felt like she had. I couldn't believe it.
Suddenly, John appeared in the room, probably conjured by Jorge's power.
"Ah, I love manipulating your friends" He spoke, and his normal voice had changed since his power developed, it was now very melodical, and it could be called beautiful, if he weren't such slime. "You see, everyone can succum to my abilities, even the most powerful, like Jorge. He's manipulated reality to a point where neither you nor Cleo, nor anyone else can steal his ability, and he can make himself have any ability. He's better than an empath, really. Amazing, he can become anyone, make anyone believe anything. Go anywhere, or anywhen. The way that we are given abilities such as his and mine, and yours Damian, are signs that God is finally truly making us in his own image."
"You're swine!" I spat at him. I lifted an arm to telekinetically choke John, but something that Jorge was doing prevented me from using any powers.
"Actually," John said "YOU'RE SWINE!" And suddenly, Jorge lifted a hand, and next thing I knew I was a pig. Seriously, a pig. I tried to curse at John, but all that came out was "SUIIIIIIII!".
"Okay, THAT'S ENOUGH JORGE. CHANGE HIM BACK." John said between laughs. Jorge didn't even move, but I felt his power work, and I was fully human again. "Now then, I think I'll have some more fun before I become insanely powerful. I've already located Pete, my companion, West, shold be picking him up now." He laughed maniaclly, and I jumped at him, human strength only, and pinned him to the floor, crushing his windpipe. He let out a soft chuckle, and I saw no fear in his eyes. I hope he understood the bloodlust in mine. Jorge used TK to lift me up, gently to my surprise. He then placed me on a chair that he had made with his mind.
"REMAIN SEATED" John commanded. I obeyed, ofcouse. "Now, Jorge will take your place here. DON'T COME TO AURISS, STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME. KILL YOURSELF IF YOU'RE WITHIN A MILE OF ME, NOW GO BACK AND TELL YOUR 'FRIENDS' WHAT YOU SAW!" The command was insanely strong, as I suddenly was in the middle of Tempest, Healthbar, Diffy, Tingle and Precog, who were sitting watching Precog make a drawing.
Everyone turned their heads to look at me, and Tempest put a Forcefield around everyone as a safety precaution. Because John's most recent command was so strong, it had overriden the one to kill Tempest and my other friends. I was in a slave-trance, and I suddenly spoke to them without control of my mouth. I summarized what had happened in the shed, and how John was insanely powerful now. The command to stay away from John then emanated from my mouth in John's own voice, and now Tempest and everyone was also commanded by it.
After I finished my summary, I came out of my trance. Hopefully that meant I didn't have to kill my allies anymore. Tempest took down his shield after a moment, and came up to me. I was about to fall, and he caught me.
I cried my apologies to each of them, Healthbar especially. I could see a new feeling in her eyes, one I had never seen. Hunger, bloodlust. She was indeed a vampire for health. Along with the hunger, I saw a longing to forgive, but also mistrust and uncertainty. Similar feelings showed in most of their eyes, except Diffy, who had a mixture of confusion and happiness to see me again.
"John might still be under your skin. We can't trust you 100%, although I know you can understand that we want to." Tempest said. I saw sincerity in his eyes, and a want to trust. Just to verify, I looked over at Tingle. There was no indication in his eyes that his power had activated, so I knew Tempest was being honest.
"Okay," I replied after a quick second's thought "I'll stay away. But as long as Cleo is near Jorge, who is posing as me, then we can't go find her and ask for her help. We need John dead, but Jorge has put wards around him, keeping him safe. Cleo can't take Jorge's power, nor can I with Intuitive Aptitude. Cleo thinks she took my IA, but she took something from Jorge in reality. It could be anything really. Something that could kill her, or some way for her to give up some of her power to John. But John wouldn't get his hands dirty. He'd always liked chess, always liked controlling people. That explains why he developed the power that he did. It fits his lifestyle. Whatever. Nobody out of us can go near John, and he's put a subconcious command in each of us, so that we have to tell any allies we find to not go near him. We have to devise a way to get to him without physically getting to him. It'll behard, but we're smart"
Tempest agreed, and decided that I should stay far from John, and not give away my location, so that meant I had to leave any electronics I could tracked with behind, and take nothing but the clothes on my back (But thanks to Thought-Form Projection, I can have whatever I want). I teleported away, and broke into a family's house in Oregon to type up this blog. I didn't hurt any of them, and I barely used my abilities. I just disconnected all their phones, and locked their doors. I promised they'd be safe.
I've made quite a connection with them, and I have a feeling that their youngest son, the seven-year-old Robert, may be a special. It'd be nice if we could use the Company to test him first, so that we can help every special out there.
I'm finishing up, and Mr and Mrs.Fischer (the family whose computer I'm using) have tried to kill my several times already. They keep failing, its really funny. I actually let them shoot me in the back once. I regenerated and acted like nothing had happened. They freaked out, and have left me alone. I'm finishing up here, but you can use the IP t find little Bobby. I believe his power is Categorization. He can file things in the blink of an eye, with his mind alone, into any category and order. His power also works with coins, his sister said that they had a jar of money on the fridge, and they found it in very neat piles one day, with a small, mispelled note saying how much was in there EXACTLY. I tested him by ripping two file cabinets apart here and mixing everything inside. In a second everything was in piles, and small colorful notes adorned each pile, saying what they were categorized into. Robert knew all the piles' information. This kid could grow up to be an amazing agent. Keep an eye on him.
Stay safe
-Damian
So I was delighted when I heard that Auriss had captured John and taken his ability. She brought him to me, with a Telekinetic grip. I thanked her, with as much honesty as possible, and I took him telekinetically, gripping his throat as hard as I could. I didn't want to look at him too hard, I was gonna wait and kill him.
I went into a small shed, and because I believed him to be powerless, dropped him on the floor,pushing dow with my mind for extra-hard impact. Then, things got odd.
The shack started spinning, and suddenly we weren't there anymoer. Instead, we were in what looked like a volcano, lava rushed and popped everywhere, and it looked like people were swimming in it. A burnt hand threw itself out of the boiling magma and grasped my ankle, which was on a small lava rock, along with John. The hand was dripping molten rock, and it burned my ankle quite badly. I screamed in pain, trying to heal it, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly, it pulled me in, and my foot sank, burning horridly, followed by the rest of my body. The pain was awful, and I just wanted it all to end, but it wouldnt. I opened my burning eyes and saw dozens of charred bodies swimming in the magma, being whipped by red, disgusting monsters. It was terror. It was horrid. I was in hell.
After a few moments of severelly awful pain, and trying to scream, only to have my mouth and lungs filled with liquid flame, I felt like i was drowning. I wanted to go to the surface, but the charred hand was still pulling me down. I couldn't move beyond that, so I couldn't kick or fight him off. I was sure it would be the end when my vision started going black, but then the pain was gone. I coud move. I looked down and saw that I was perfectly fine. I was shocked. What happened? I looked up, and my questions were answered. I was staring straight into the blank, mind-controlled face of the reality warper Jorge.
Jorge's eyes, normally light brown (although he can alter their color at will) were the same shade of bronze that all of John's victims are. He had been found, and controlled. This explained how Auriss had thought she had taken his ability, because he had bended reality so she felt like she had. I couldn't believe it.
Suddenly, John appeared in the room, probably conjured by Jorge's power.
"Ah, I love manipulating your friends" He spoke, and his normal voice had changed since his power developed, it was now very melodical, and it could be called beautiful, if he weren't such slime. "You see, everyone can succum to my abilities, even the most powerful, like Jorge. He's manipulated reality to a point where neither you nor Cleo, nor anyone else can steal his ability, and he can make himself have any ability. He's better than an empath, really. Amazing, he can become anyone, make anyone believe anything. Go anywhere, or anywhen. The way that we are given abilities such as his and mine, and yours Damian, are signs that God is finally truly making us in his own image."
"You're swine!" I spat at him. I lifted an arm to telekinetically choke John, but something that Jorge was doing prevented me from using any powers.
"Actually," John said "YOU'RE SWINE!" And suddenly, Jorge lifted a hand, and next thing I knew I was a pig. Seriously, a pig. I tried to curse at John, but all that came out was "SUIIIIIIII!".
"Okay, THAT'S ENOUGH JORGE. CHANGE HIM BACK." John said between laughs. Jorge didn't even move, but I felt his power work, and I was fully human again. "Now then, I think I'll have some more fun before I become insanely powerful. I've already located Pete, my companion, West, shold be picking him up now." He laughed maniaclly, and I jumped at him, human strength only, and pinned him to the floor, crushing his windpipe. He let out a soft chuckle, and I saw no fear in his eyes. I hope he understood the bloodlust in mine. Jorge used TK to lift me up, gently to my surprise. He then placed me on a chair that he had made with his mind.
"REMAIN SEATED" John commanded. I obeyed, ofcouse. "Now, Jorge will take your place here. DON'T COME TO AURISS, STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME. KILL YOURSELF IF YOU'RE WITHIN A MILE OF ME, NOW GO BACK AND TELL YOUR 'FRIENDS' WHAT YOU SAW!" The command was insanely strong, as I suddenly was in the middle of Tempest, Healthbar, Diffy, Tingle and Precog, who were sitting watching Precog make a drawing.
Everyone turned their heads to look at me, and Tempest put a Forcefield around everyone as a safety precaution. Because John's most recent command was so strong, it had overriden the one to kill Tempest and my other friends. I was in a slave-trance, and I suddenly spoke to them without control of my mouth. I summarized what had happened in the shed, and how John was insanely powerful now. The command to stay away from John then emanated from my mouth in John's own voice, and now Tempest and everyone was also commanded by it.
After I finished my summary, I came out of my trance. Hopefully that meant I didn't have to kill my allies anymore. Tempest took down his shield after a moment, and came up to me. I was about to fall, and he caught me.
I cried my apologies to each of them, Healthbar especially. I could see a new feeling in her eyes, one I had never seen. Hunger, bloodlust. She was indeed a vampire for health. Along with the hunger, I saw a longing to forgive, but also mistrust and uncertainty. Similar feelings showed in most of their eyes, except Diffy, who had a mixture of confusion and happiness to see me again.
"John might still be under your skin. We can't trust you 100%, although I know you can understand that we want to." Tempest said. I saw sincerity in his eyes, and a want to trust. Just to verify, I looked over at Tingle. There was no indication in his eyes that his power had activated, so I knew Tempest was being honest.
"Okay," I replied after a quick second's thought "I'll stay away. But as long as Cleo is near Jorge, who is posing as me, then we can't go find her and ask for her help. We need John dead, but Jorge has put wards around him, keeping him safe. Cleo can't take Jorge's power, nor can I with Intuitive Aptitude. Cleo thinks she took my IA, but she took something from Jorge in reality. It could be anything really. Something that could kill her, or some way for her to give up some of her power to John. But John wouldn't get his hands dirty. He'd always liked chess, always liked controlling people. That explains why he developed the power that he did. It fits his lifestyle. Whatever. Nobody out of us can go near John, and he's put a subconcious command in each of us, so that we have to tell any allies we find to not go near him. We have to devise a way to get to him without physically getting to him. It'll behard, but we're smart"
Tempest agreed, and decided that I should stay far from John, and not give away my location, so that meant I had to leave any electronics I could tracked with behind, and take nothing but the clothes on my back (But thanks to Thought-Form Projection, I can have whatever I want). I teleported away, and broke into a family's house in Oregon to type up this blog. I didn't hurt any of them, and I barely used my abilities. I just disconnected all their phones, and locked their doors. I promised they'd be safe.
I've made quite a connection with them, and I have a feeling that their youngest son, the seven-year-old Robert, may be a special. It'd be nice if we could use the Company to test him first, so that we can help every special out there.
I'm finishing up, and Mr and Mrs.Fischer (the family whose computer I'm using) have tried to kill my several times already. They keep failing, its really funny. I actually let them shoot me in the back once. I regenerated and acted like nothing had happened. They freaked out, and have left me alone. I'm finishing up here, but you can use the IP t find little Bobby. I believe his power is Categorization. He can file things in the blink of an eye, with his mind alone, into any category and order. His power also works with coins, his sister said that they had a jar of money on the fridge, and they found it in very neat piles one day, with a small, mispelled note saying how much was in there EXACTLY. I tested him by ripping two file cabinets apart here and mixing everything inside. In a second everything was in piles, and small colorful notes adorned each pile, saying what they were categorized into. Robert knew all the piles' information. This kid could grow up to be an amazing agent. Keep an eye on him.
Stay safe
-Damian
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Refuge
So I took some initiative and decided to go to L.A. to go and visit Auriss, what with the Company she's starting. It sounds like a great idea, like nothing could ever be at fault, what with Super-people working side-by-side with mundanes, the metaphor could spread. They could really help alot of people, and I wanted to become a part of that, after I figured out what that dream meant.
I weighed many options. Maybe I had dreamt the future, and that was an avoidable situation since I knew it was coming. Also, I had thought of another very plausible idea: Damian from the dream was my father.
It isn't impossible. I neer knew my father, my mother always said that he was a jerk and had left us when he was young. It made sense, and my ability could've come from him. I mean that's pretty obvious when you think about it. I never knew my dad's name, because I never inquired much, and I know that abilities are related closely to genetics, so another plus right there. So I decided I would ask my mother as soon as I killed John.
I teleported to Los Angeles and went straight into thinking mode. Its become easier lately to enter it, and when in it I was able to track Auriss, who I'd met a few times before. I guess that made finding her clairvoyantly a smidge easier. As soon as I had a good range, I teleported. I found myself before a run-down old building, which was quite damp, and the smell of rain was strong in the air. It was obvious that some weather had passed through recently.
I walked up to the building, too concerned to care about the digital lock on the front, and telekinesised it open with almost no effort whatsoever.
It was probably a bad idea to do this, because once I got inside, an alarm blarred quite loudly. A few people (and a tiger...) rushed at me, but I held them back with telekinesis and explained wo I was. I saw distrust in all their eyes (yeah, tiger included). I let my grip go, and decided to let them choose how to take me on. They simply sat there for a moment, silently, and I wondered why. Finally, I chimed in.
"I need to see Auriss. Cleo. Where is she?" I asked, trying to use persuasion, but it wasn't one of my abilities. Finally, one of them, a boy, answered.
"She's got a minor injury. If you wish an audience with her, I am no one to refuse it to you. Cleo is strong enough to protect herself against the likes of you." He explained, sounding wiser than one of his years should be.
"Thank you." I said, as he guided me through a few corridors, until we came across a room and walked in. Within was the ever gorgeous Cleo, although it wasn't just her pshysical that made her attractive. Along with that was the way she carried herself. Such power, and such ability to be...Morally Grey...yes, it made her even better. It was interesting that I found her attractive, but that she could probably kill me easily, and not even have to think of it. As all of this passed through my head, I realized that she could probably read my mind and so I proceeded to play a song in my head.
"Damian. I didn't expect to see you so soon. How was your world trip?" She said with a tone of calm that would've been strange in anyone but her.
"It was...enlightening. I learned new things about myself, and life in general. Everything is starting to make sense to me, but at the same time, its all becoming mysterious." I responded.
"The way you talk often betrays your true years. It is often hard to remember that you're just 15... Wow. Well Damian, what is your next course of action, pertaining to John?" Auriss's words flowed eloquently.
"I want to find him, torture him in ways unimaginable, and then kill him without taking his ability. Being able to have THAT much power would be too much for me, I can barely control myself now, I couldn't imagine it then. I'd kill without care if I could just command people to let me take their abilities, and I want to get rid of my ability in general after I avenge Aron and save my mother." I had really considered this well, and I was sure I wanted to relinquish my abilities.
"Well if you feel that way, I can take both your Psychokinesis and your Intuitive Aptitude. The abilities would be useful to me." Cleo smiled, probably considering what it would be like having my powers.
"I give you permission. But first, I need YOU to locate John and bring him to me, because I can't find him myself. And don't tell people that I'm here. Just Tempest if you wish, but I don't want anyone else to come here. I just wanna return to being regular Damian West. I've only been away from Miami for two weeks, I can say there was a vacation or something." I said
"Alright, well first we need to rest and plan a bit. John's ability is powerful, powerful enough to control people that it isn't even directed at. It can control both you and Tempest, without any chance of you fighting back. If he controlled me, and my arsenal of abilities, then he could do anything, hurt anybody. I won't let that happen." Cleo was right on this. John could have alot of destructive potential with her, me and Tempest.
"You're right. Well, in the meantime, what shall we do? Tempest can't come here, I'd kill him if I saw him, thanks to John. Its just you and me for now." It was true.
"Stay here, hone your powers, control your hunger, and learn about our operation. You could be a very valuable asset." Auriss suggested. It was a wonderful idea for me to join this company. The potential to help was huge.
I agreed, and since I've become very familiar with this company. Its a wonderful premise, finding people with abilities, and training them. At the same time, enlightening mundanes about specials, so that acceptance comes with time. Eventually we'll all live together without secrets, and Danko and Petrelli's operation will be shut down without much bloodshed. Its brilliant.
I'm currently taking refuge here in LA, but I plan to kill Jason Funke with Thought-Form Projection in New York in a few days, so that I don't have to end two lives at once.
Stay safe
-Damian
I weighed many options. Maybe I had dreamt the future, and that was an avoidable situation since I knew it was coming. Also, I had thought of another very plausible idea: Damian from the dream was my father.
It isn't impossible. I neer knew my father, my mother always said that he was a jerk and had left us when he was young. It made sense, and my ability could've come from him. I mean that's pretty obvious when you think about it. I never knew my dad's name, because I never inquired much, and I know that abilities are related closely to genetics, so another plus right there. So I decided I would ask my mother as soon as I killed John.
I teleported to Los Angeles and went straight into thinking mode. Its become easier lately to enter it, and when in it I was able to track Auriss, who I'd met a few times before. I guess that made finding her clairvoyantly a smidge easier. As soon as I had a good range, I teleported. I found myself before a run-down old building, which was quite damp, and the smell of rain was strong in the air. It was obvious that some weather had passed through recently.
I walked up to the building, too concerned to care about the digital lock on the front, and telekinesised it open with almost no effort whatsoever.
It was probably a bad idea to do this, because once I got inside, an alarm blarred quite loudly. A few people (and a tiger...) rushed at me, but I held them back with telekinesis and explained wo I was. I saw distrust in all their eyes (yeah, tiger included). I let my grip go, and decided to let them choose how to take me on. They simply sat there for a moment, silently, and I wondered why. Finally, I chimed in.
"I need to see Auriss. Cleo. Where is she?" I asked, trying to use persuasion, but it wasn't one of my abilities. Finally, one of them, a boy, answered.
"She's got a minor injury. If you wish an audience with her, I am no one to refuse it to you. Cleo is strong enough to protect herself against the likes of you." He explained, sounding wiser than one of his years should be.
"Thank you." I said, as he guided me through a few corridors, until we came across a room and walked in. Within was the ever gorgeous Cleo, although it wasn't just her pshysical that made her attractive. Along with that was the way she carried herself. Such power, and such ability to be...Morally Grey...yes, it made her even better. It was interesting that I found her attractive, but that she could probably kill me easily, and not even have to think of it. As all of this passed through my head, I realized that she could probably read my mind and so I proceeded to play a song in my head.
"Damian. I didn't expect to see you so soon. How was your world trip?" She said with a tone of calm that would've been strange in anyone but her.
"It was...enlightening. I learned new things about myself, and life in general. Everything is starting to make sense to me, but at the same time, its all becoming mysterious." I responded.
"The way you talk often betrays your true years. It is often hard to remember that you're just 15... Wow. Well Damian, what is your next course of action, pertaining to John?" Auriss's words flowed eloquently.
"I want to find him, torture him in ways unimaginable, and then kill him without taking his ability. Being able to have THAT much power would be too much for me, I can barely control myself now, I couldn't imagine it then. I'd kill without care if I could just command people to let me take their abilities, and I want to get rid of my ability in general after I avenge Aron and save my mother." I had really considered this well, and I was sure I wanted to relinquish my abilities.
"Well if you feel that way, I can take both your Psychokinesis and your Intuitive Aptitude. The abilities would be useful to me." Cleo smiled, probably considering what it would be like having my powers.
"I give you permission. But first, I need YOU to locate John and bring him to me, because I can't find him myself. And don't tell people that I'm here. Just Tempest if you wish, but I don't want anyone else to come here. I just wanna return to being regular Damian West. I've only been away from Miami for two weeks, I can say there was a vacation or something." I said
"Alright, well first we need to rest and plan a bit. John's ability is powerful, powerful enough to control people that it isn't even directed at. It can control both you and Tempest, without any chance of you fighting back. If he controlled me, and my arsenal of abilities, then he could do anything, hurt anybody. I won't let that happen." Cleo was right on this. John could have alot of destructive potential with her, me and Tempest.
"You're right. Well, in the meantime, what shall we do? Tempest can't come here, I'd kill him if I saw him, thanks to John. Its just you and me for now." It was true.
"Stay here, hone your powers, control your hunger, and learn about our operation. You could be a very valuable asset." Auriss suggested. It was a wonderful idea for me to join this company. The potential to help was huge.
I agreed, and since I've become very familiar with this company. Its a wonderful premise, finding people with abilities, and training them. At the same time, enlightening mundanes about specials, so that acceptance comes with time. Eventually we'll all live together without secrets, and Danko and Petrelli's operation will be shut down without much bloodshed. Its brilliant.
I'm currently taking refuge here in LA, but I plan to kill Jason Funke with Thought-Form Projection in New York in a few days, so that I don't have to end two lives at once.
Stay safe
-Damian
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Dream...
I had a very oddd dream just now. My mind's clock is off from teleporting all over the world, so I've been falling asleep for short periods of time lately, and randomly at that. This dream seemed so real, I can't explain it...
I was hovering, looking down upon a scene. There he was, the brain man from my memories, only he looked different than what I remembered from Jorge's memory, somehow more preemed and pressed. He wore a collared shirt that looked like something from the late '80s, with a strange stripey pattern. I never really liked that kind of fashion. Anyway, he was wearing a full 1980's ensemble, and walking in broad daylight, in a street in what looked like France, (and I've seen France in the past 12 hours, I know its looks). All around, people were dressed similarly, so I guessed this was another memory from someone whose mind I'd invaded from that time period.
The brain-man looked happy, and he had flowers in his hand, like he was going on a date. He was whistling a tune that was vaguely familiar to me, and had a skip in his step. He greeted every passer-by in a wonderful French accent, like a native, although his shaggy, curly black hair and rough 5 o'clock shadow gave him away to be of some other nationality. As he trekked, I hovered over him, like something out of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Eventually he arrived at a blue-and-white house, and knocked repeatedly on the door, like an excited child. After a moment, a woman with poofy hair, perfect for this era, stepped out. Brain-man's eyes lit up, and I saw emotions in them that I've never imagined anyone could feel, much less a cold-hearted killer.
The two kissed and Brain-Man handed her the flowers. As he stepped inside, I seemed to teleport in, and the change of setting was instant. The two stood and talked for a moment, and it was all muted to me, but occasionally I could hear a quick word or phrase, in French of course. After that, they sat down upon a purple couch, and the woman popped a DVD into the player. I could see that it was a french copy of Back To The Future. The couple snuggled up on the couch, and began watching. I thought this dream was pointless, but I eventually just floated over and watched BTTF.
The audio was just a big warble to me, and only a few words broke through every once in a while, and then the tape suddenly stopped. I thought it was odd, or that the dream paused, but then I looked over at the couple. The girl sighed, and told Brain-Man to wait, which was audible. At this point the dream had more sound, and I heard her footsteps a bit better. She walked up and hit the VCR a few times. Finally, she layed her hand upon the machine, focused, and the tape suddenly restarted.
I was shocked, she was Technopathic, like Tempest. And at this, I saw something in Brain-Man's expression change. It was quick, like a twinkle in his eye, but the emotions of love quickly faded to intruige, and curiosity... Along with that, something stronger. I saw... hunger.
The dream was almost completely audible at this point, and I heard the exchange quite well.
"How did you do ---" Brain-Man said in french
"I don't ---. -- jus--- ppened" The technopath replyed.
"Amaz--! Marve--!" Brain-Man exclaimed. At this he walked up and looked her hard in the face, and I saw the hunger culminate. Suddenly, I realized that he was beginning to understand. He glanced quickly at her forehead, and the hunger peaked. He couldn't be stopped. He threw the technopathic woman against her coffee table, headfirst. She began to bleed from her head, as she had smashed the glass. Brain-Man held her down by the arms, and she screamed and kicked. At this, the audio began reducing again, but then the last part freaked me out.
Brain-Man picked up a big, pointed glass shard, and began to press it against her head, cutting her skull open with it. Then the technopath uttered one final sentence that made me jump awake:
"Pourquoi, Damian?"
And I jumped up, in a Laos street, cold, frozen sweat covering half my body, and the hot steaming sweat on the other. What was that? Brain-Man... Damian? Why did I see that dream? And was it just that, a dream, or a memory?
Please help
-Damian
I was hovering, looking down upon a scene. There he was, the brain man from my memories, only he looked different than what I remembered from Jorge's memory, somehow more preemed and pressed. He wore a collared shirt that looked like something from the late '80s, with a strange stripey pattern. I never really liked that kind of fashion. Anyway, he was wearing a full 1980's ensemble, and walking in broad daylight, in a street in what looked like France, (and I've seen France in the past 12 hours, I know its looks). All around, people were dressed similarly, so I guessed this was another memory from someone whose mind I'd invaded from that time period.
The brain-man looked happy, and he had flowers in his hand, like he was going on a date. He was whistling a tune that was vaguely familiar to me, and had a skip in his step. He greeted every passer-by in a wonderful French accent, like a native, although his shaggy, curly black hair and rough 5 o'clock shadow gave him away to be of some other nationality. As he trekked, I hovered over him, like something out of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Eventually he arrived at a blue-and-white house, and knocked repeatedly on the door, like an excited child. After a moment, a woman with poofy hair, perfect for this era, stepped out. Brain-man's eyes lit up, and I saw emotions in them that I've never imagined anyone could feel, much less a cold-hearted killer.
The two kissed and Brain-Man handed her the flowers. As he stepped inside, I seemed to teleport in, and the change of setting was instant. The two stood and talked for a moment, and it was all muted to me, but occasionally I could hear a quick word or phrase, in French of course. After that, they sat down upon a purple couch, and the woman popped a DVD into the player. I could see that it was a french copy of Back To The Future. The couple snuggled up on the couch, and began watching. I thought this dream was pointless, but I eventually just floated over and watched BTTF.
The audio was just a big warble to me, and only a few words broke through every once in a while, and then the tape suddenly stopped. I thought it was odd, or that the dream paused, but then I looked over at the couple. The girl sighed, and told Brain-Man to wait, which was audible. At this point the dream had more sound, and I heard her footsteps a bit better. She walked up and hit the VCR a few times. Finally, she layed her hand upon the machine, focused, and the tape suddenly restarted.
I was shocked, she was Technopathic, like Tempest. And at this, I saw something in Brain-Man's expression change. It was quick, like a twinkle in his eye, but the emotions of love quickly faded to intruige, and curiosity... Along with that, something stronger. I saw... hunger.
The dream was almost completely audible at this point, and I heard the exchange quite well.
"How did you do ---" Brain-Man said in french
"I don't ---. -- jus--- ppened" The technopath replyed.
"Amaz--! Marve--!" Brain-Man exclaimed. At this he walked up and looked her hard in the face, and I saw the hunger culminate. Suddenly, I realized that he was beginning to understand. He glanced quickly at her forehead, and the hunger peaked. He couldn't be stopped. He threw the technopathic woman against her coffee table, headfirst. She began to bleed from her head, as she had smashed the glass. Brain-Man held her down by the arms, and she screamed and kicked. At this, the audio began reducing again, but then the last part freaked me out.
Brain-Man picked up a big, pointed glass shard, and began to press it against her head, cutting her skull open with it. Then the technopath uttered one final sentence that made me jump awake:
"Pourquoi, Damian?"
And I jumped up, in a Laos street, cold, frozen sweat covering half my body, and the hot steaming sweat on the other. What was that? Brain-Man... Damian? Why did I see that dream? And was it just that, a dream, or a memory?
Please help
-Damian
Commonality
I've been going crazy lately. I get this strange feeling, I want to get power, I want everything around me to be weaker than I, and I know I can take it all, but I want to fight it off. I'm thinking of secluding myself, until I can get this hunger under control, but I need people around me, I love company. I'm stuck...
Today I planned to go find Aura Girl, my old ally, and the one who inspired me to come out about my ability. I know she can take abilities, and she kills for them most of the time. I feel I may need to die, I deserve it for the awful sins I've commited, but I don't want my abilities to live on, they cause too much trouble to those around me.
I planned to search the obvious locations in her blog, but found her nowhere. My clairvoyance only worked when I was in "thinking mode", so I couldn't use that to find her either, so I decided to give up my search. I was very interested to learn more about my latest developments in abilities. I decided to find Dr.Chandra Suresh, and pray to God that he could help me out. I teleported to the college in India where he teaches, Chennai University. Can you believe this: He's DEAD!
I was disappointed, but that wasn't about to stop me, no I was determined. I asked around to find out where he had lived, and to see if anybody knew his relatives. I found out that his son, Mohinder Suresh, had also been a teacher at the school, but that he had moved to America to pursue Chandra's 'crazy' ideas about abilities. Everytime I heard someone refer to the theory as crazy, I chuckled, and manipulated probability so that they would eventually run into an EH with bad intentions. I wish I could watch when that happened.
Eventually, I realized that Chandra's works were in the Super-Human capitol of the world, New York City, the place where my alter-ego, Justin Funke, lived. I teleported to my apartment and began to search again. I found that Mohinder had become a cab driver in New York, and that he actually lived in an apartment not very far from my own. Something else, the apartment had belonged to his father, so I would be willing to bet that his research was in the apartment.
I tracked down the address with little difficulty, I simply used Thought-Form Projection's mental aspect to read the cab company owner's memories, and find an image of Mohinder's address, which I teleported to.
Getting inside was the simplest task, I phased through the door. The place looked ancient. Dust was accumulating, and a dead lizard lay in a cage, looking like he had been hungry. I burned the body, just out of justice. I can't stand to see pet negligence, so I planned to 'discipline' Dr.Suresh about that.
I searched the place up and down, until I came upon an interesting file. It was labeled "PATIENT ZERO". I flicked through and read that a man, whose name was blacked out with Sharpie, had had an interesting ability. It was called 'Intuitive Aptitude', and it allowed his to understand everything, situations, mechanisms, and even abilities. This sounded alot like the phenomenon that had occured to me recently. I was even more shocked when I saw a picture in the file of a man, frozen solid, with his head sawed off. A small quote said "Telekinesis" in the Doctor's scratchy handwriting.
I couldn't believe it, this guy had to be the brain guy from Jorge's memory. The only thing that doesn't make sense is that that memory took place 16 years ago, and Patient Zero only manifested in 2006. That meant there was another brain man, and he could pssibly provide me with answers, although my main priority right now is to kill John, but because I am prohibited from looking for him, I have to have someone else do it for me. Either that, or wait until he comes to find me, and take my ability as he claimed that he would do, but too many people could get hurt before then, so I'm going with the first.
Aura Girl, please come and find me, I'm gonna be with my iPhone at all times, so use the signal and technopathy to find me. I'll move as little as possible so I'm easier to find, but I'm currently staying in an African village, whose language I don't know the name of, but because of my encounter with the Omnilinguistic asian man, I can speak. You have no idea how scarce the signal is here.
Kill John... No matter what
-Damian
Today I planned to go find Aura Girl, my old ally, and the one who inspired me to come out about my ability. I know she can take abilities, and she kills for them most of the time. I feel I may need to die, I deserve it for the awful sins I've commited, but I don't want my abilities to live on, they cause too much trouble to those around me.
I planned to search the obvious locations in her blog, but found her nowhere. My clairvoyance only worked when I was in "thinking mode", so I couldn't use that to find her either, so I decided to give up my search. I was very interested to learn more about my latest developments in abilities. I decided to find Dr.Chandra Suresh, and pray to God that he could help me out. I teleported to the college in India where he teaches, Chennai University. Can you believe this: He's DEAD!
I was disappointed, but that wasn't about to stop me, no I was determined. I asked around to find out where he had lived, and to see if anybody knew his relatives. I found out that his son, Mohinder Suresh, had also been a teacher at the school, but that he had moved to America to pursue Chandra's 'crazy' ideas about abilities. Everytime I heard someone refer to the theory as crazy, I chuckled, and manipulated probability so that they would eventually run into an EH with bad intentions. I wish I could watch when that happened.
Eventually, I realized that Chandra's works were in the Super-Human capitol of the world, New York City, the place where my alter-ego, Justin Funke, lived. I teleported to my apartment and began to search again. I found that Mohinder had become a cab driver in New York, and that he actually lived in an apartment not very far from my own. Something else, the apartment had belonged to his father, so I would be willing to bet that his research was in the apartment.
I tracked down the address with little difficulty, I simply used Thought-Form Projection's mental aspect to read the cab company owner's memories, and find an image of Mohinder's address, which I teleported to.
Getting inside was the simplest task, I phased through the door. The place looked ancient. Dust was accumulating, and a dead lizard lay in a cage, looking like he had been hungry. I burned the body, just out of justice. I can't stand to see pet negligence, so I planned to 'discipline' Dr.Suresh about that.
I searched the place up and down, until I came upon an interesting file. It was labeled "PATIENT ZERO". I flicked through and read that a man, whose name was blacked out with Sharpie, had had an interesting ability. It was called 'Intuitive Aptitude', and it allowed his to understand everything, situations, mechanisms, and even abilities. This sounded alot like the phenomenon that had occured to me recently. I was even more shocked when I saw a picture in the file of a man, frozen solid, with his head sawed off. A small quote said "Telekinesis" in the Doctor's scratchy handwriting.
I couldn't believe it, this guy had to be the brain guy from Jorge's memory. The only thing that doesn't make sense is that that memory took place 16 years ago, and Patient Zero only manifested in 2006. That meant there was another brain man, and he could pssibly provide me with answers, although my main priority right now is to kill John, but because I am prohibited from looking for him, I have to have someone else do it for me. Either that, or wait until he comes to find me, and take my ability as he claimed that he would do, but too many people could get hurt before then, so I'm going with the first.
Aura Girl, please come and find me, I'm gonna be with my iPhone at all times, so use the signal and technopathy to find me. I'll move as little as possible so I'm easier to find, but I'm currently staying in an African village, whose language I don't know the name of, but because of my encounter with the Omnilinguistic asian man, I can speak. You have no idea how scarce the signal is here.
Kill John... No matter what
-Damian
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monsterous
I jumped awake at 3 A.M. this morning, after falling asleep in a street in southern China at around 2:30... The dream just wouldn't stop starting, replaying in my head over and over, myself a slave to John's word, unable to stop myself... I couldn't control it, and I felt like a monster, having killed Aron and seriously injured Healthbar.
Its been taking everything in me to not teleport to the VHS store and just release all my energy, killing everybody who I made an alliance. I wanted to find John, and kill him in the sickest way possible, but his earlier command was keeping me from being able to. I was simply trying to lead a normal life. Today was just awful, and I feel like I'm cursed, and quite disgusted with every motion I make; I really don't deserve to be the one walking around, Aron should've killed me in that battle, and I should've let him handle John, and then have my friends kill them both, which would be simple for them, but I am too powerful... As long as John has me wrapped around his mailcious finger, I can't face anyone special...
Yesterday, after teleporting away from Healthbar and typing up a blog from a hotel in Texas, I needed to get away, far away... I considered Europe: France, Spain, Germany, all interesting places where I could start over again, without consequences, and maybe learn to control myself a bit. I was about to choose Japan, when I received a text message.
Xu Zhou, China. COORDINATES AVAILABLE HERE:
-REBEL
The coordinates, and a picture, followed. I looked at the picture, and, not caring for the watching eyes around myself, teleported to it.
Instantly, I found myself in a Chinese market. I couldn't understand anything around me, I don't know a word of Chinese, but luckily a huge amount of Chinese speak English. Everytime I walked past a selling both, people would yell eloquent advertisements at me, and once in a while I would purchase a piece of pork, or a bowl of rice. I was quite hungry.
I walked and walked and walked for hours, and at one point got tired, and started just hovering, no longer caring who saw.
I reached the outskirts of the town, it was all rice paddies and flowing rivers. One had an unhealthy reddish hue. I knew it wasn't safe for the people around, and I understood that the flow came from a nearby factory. I didn't care about the lives anymore, I simply used Thought-Form Projection to let my mind fly around until I found the factory, at which point I blew it up, protecting the river from further harm. Afterwards, I damned off the red stream, and used CK to freeze the red water, and then teleported to a Chicago street and dumped it where it wouldn't hurt so many people.
I continued to trek around the rice fields. It was nice to see an expanse of natural land, not like America, where no matter where you are, there is always a highway or a building nearby. No, this was nice and calm. It gave me time to think, which I liked. I resolved that I would start over here, deny my powers, and only use them if I had to help, not hurt... Little did I know what would happen soon.
As I eventually stumbled upon a new town, a smaller town than the one I had just left, and wanted to find a place to stay. I was able to navigate well, and most people were helpful, and some even spoke English, and if not, then atleast some Japanese. I found a small inn, only 3 rooms. I began talking to the man at the front, trying to speak the few tiny phrases I could get off my low-signal iPhone in Mandarin:
"Ni Hao...um... Bu ni..wo guan?" I stammered, hoping I had said something pertinent.
"Haha" The manager laughed, which kinda ticked me off "Don't worry, I speak English, man. And by the way, what you said is complete nonsense." he chuckled once more.
"Well atleast I can speak ONE of my native languages with you..."
"Wait, you speak more than one language?" He interrupted, with a bit of exasperation in his voice now... It sounded odd, but familiar.
"Yeah, I know 4..." I answered akwardly.
"Well you don't beat my record... but which 4, I love languages, atleast, I do as of late." He brought back the odd tone.
"I speak English, Spanish, Japanese, and French" I answered, with pride in my intellect, and then remembered what he said about his record. "Which do you speak?"
With that, he looked around the room, and leaned in to me. "All of them." He whispered, while smirking. I was a little more than astounded, and quite confused.
"Noway, you can't know EVERY language there is, your like, what 25?"
"I do know them all. I'd tell you to quiz me, but you aren't a master like myself. And I'm 32. Speaking of which, what are you, 16? Are you even OLD enough to rent a room in most countries?" He proded jokingly.
"You're right, you can't prove it..." And then it hit me... Could he be like.. me? I thought. And I knew of only one way to find out. I suddenly wanted to know, needed it, craved it. It was too strong to handle. The memory of a man, a black haired man, ripping open the head of Jorge's sister 16 years ago came into my mind, and I felt an irrisitable urge to find out if this guy was the real deal.
I TKed him to a wall, and since there were no witnesses, it didn't matter. He looked insanely scared, and I could read other emotions, like understanding, and longing in his eyes.
"When did this happen? Did you just one day realize you understood all languages, just like that?" I yelled at him in Japanese, just to test him.
"Hai, mochiron! Yes ofcourse, it was just random, I didn't understand it, but, good for buisness, very useful, you know." The desperation in his voice was obvious, even though he was speaking clear Japanese. "I see you have something interesting going on too, but why are you choking me? Its painful..." Ofcourse he was right, as I had begun to squeeze his neck, now that
I was almost positive that he was a special.
"That could really come in handy. I guess Rebel sent me here for a reason." And I began making a telekinetic incision on his forehead. He began to scream, and put up his arms for me to stop. I didn't, and he pulled out a cell phone. I didn't care, I simply finished the incision, all the way around his head, it felt naturally occuring, like I knew how to do it somehow. He uttered one final word, in a foreign language. I cataloged it so that I could see if I understood it after looking at his mind, like the brain man in my borrowed memory of 16 years in the past.
I lifted his scalp by pulling his hair. There was so much blood, but the brain was strangely beautiful, like a machine, every part working in unison with the next. I admired for a moment, and then found something, an imperfection in a part of the brain that controlled memory and language reception (how I knew that this part had this function baffles me still). I examined the imperfection, and realized that it was his ability. I looked, and suddenly I understood. It was like my mind opened up suddenly, and everything became clear. I was able to translate anyhting to anything else in a second. I knew languages that I didn't even knew existed...
Then I remembered what he had said. It was a word from an ancient Chinese dialect. It meant "Rebel". I looked at his Chinese phone, which I now understood without flaw, and looked in the texts. There was an unread one. I opened it, and suddenly felt sick.
YOU'VE DISAPPOINTED ME DAMIAN
-REBEL
I felt so low, so awful for what I had done. I couldn't think, so I simply teleported back to the Chinese village I had first appeared in earlier in the day. My sense of timing was off, and I had been awake for several hours. It was 2:15 in the mid-morning, and I was ready to die. I walked all that I could, and just passed out in a random alley.
I dreamt a horrid dream, the image of myself killing Aron, and the Omnilinguistic man, and hurting Healthbar.
What am I becoming, what is happening to the child I was just a week ago?
Kill John, I have a feeling that this is his fault, please post a blog explaining if you can find him, and how you kill him. Once he's out of the way, hopefull I can go back to normal.
Its been taking everything in me to not teleport to the VHS store and just release all my energy, killing everybody who I made an alliance. I wanted to find John, and kill him in the sickest way possible, but his earlier command was keeping me from being able to. I was simply trying to lead a normal life. Today was just awful, and I feel like I'm cursed, and quite disgusted with every motion I make; I really don't deserve to be the one walking around, Aron should've killed me in that battle, and I should've let him handle John, and then have my friends kill them both, which would be simple for them, but I am too powerful... As long as John has me wrapped around his mailcious finger, I can't face anyone special...
Yesterday, after teleporting away from Healthbar and typing up a blog from a hotel in Texas, I needed to get away, far away... I considered Europe: France, Spain, Germany, all interesting places where I could start over again, without consequences, and maybe learn to control myself a bit. I was about to choose Japan, when I received a text message.
Xu Zhou, China. COORDINATES AVAILABLE HERE:
-REBEL
The coordinates, and a picture, followed. I looked at the picture, and, not caring for the watching eyes around myself, teleported to it.
Instantly, I found myself in a Chinese market. I couldn't understand anything around me, I don't know a word of Chinese, but luckily a huge amount of Chinese speak English. Everytime I walked past a selling both, people would yell eloquent advertisements at me, and once in a while I would purchase a piece of pork, or a bowl of rice. I was quite hungry.
I walked and walked and walked for hours, and at one point got tired, and started just hovering, no longer caring who saw.
I reached the outskirts of the town, it was all rice paddies and flowing rivers. One had an unhealthy reddish hue. I knew it wasn't safe for the people around, and I understood that the flow came from a nearby factory. I didn't care about the lives anymore, I simply used Thought-Form Projection to let my mind fly around until I found the factory, at which point I blew it up, protecting the river from further harm. Afterwards, I damned off the red stream, and used CK to freeze the red water, and then teleported to a Chicago street and dumped it where it wouldn't hurt so many people.
I continued to trek around the rice fields. It was nice to see an expanse of natural land, not like America, where no matter where you are, there is always a highway or a building nearby. No, this was nice and calm. It gave me time to think, which I liked. I resolved that I would start over here, deny my powers, and only use them if I had to help, not hurt... Little did I know what would happen soon.
As I eventually stumbled upon a new town, a smaller town than the one I had just left, and wanted to find a place to stay. I was able to navigate well, and most people were helpful, and some even spoke English, and if not, then atleast some Japanese. I found a small inn, only 3 rooms. I began talking to the man at the front, trying to speak the few tiny phrases I could get off my low-signal iPhone in Mandarin:
"Ni Hao...um... Bu ni..wo guan?" I stammered, hoping I had said something pertinent.
"Haha" The manager laughed, which kinda ticked me off "Don't worry, I speak English, man. And by the way, what you said is complete nonsense." he chuckled once more.
"Well atleast I can speak ONE of my native languages with you..."
"Wait, you speak more than one language?" He interrupted, with a bit of exasperation in his voice now... It sounded odd, but familiar.
"Yeah, I know 4..." I answered akwardly.
"Well you don't beat my record... but which 4, I love languages, atleast, I do as of late." He brought back the odd tone.
"I speak English, Spanish, Japanese, and French" I answered, with pride in my intellect, and then remembered what he said about his record. "Which do you speak?"
With that, he looked around the room, and leaned in to me. "All of them." He whispered, while smirking. I was a little more than astounded, and quite confused.
"Noway, you can't know EVERY language there is, your like, what 25?"
"I do know them all. I'd tell you to quiz me, but you aren't a master like myself. And I'm 32. Speaking of which, what are you, 16? Are you even OLD enough to rent a room in most countries?" He proded jokingly.
"You're right, you can't prove it..." And then it hit me... Could he be like.. me? I thought. And I knew of only one way to find out. I suddenly wanted to know, needed it, craved it. It was too strong to handle. The memory of a man, a black haired man, ripping open the head of Jorge's sister 16 years ago came into my mind, and I felt an irrisitable urge to find out if this guy was the real deal.
I TKed him to a wall, and since there were no witnesses, it didn't matter. He looked insanely scared, and I could read other emotions, like understanding, and longing in his eyes.
"When did this happen? Did you just one day realize you understood all languages, just like that?" I yelled at him in Japanese, just to test him.
"Hai, mochiron! Yes ofcourse, it was just random, I didn't understand it, but, good for buisness, very useful, you know." The desperation in his voice was obvious, even though he was speaking clear Japanese. "I see you have something interesting going on too, but why are you choking me? Its painful..." Ofcourse he was right, as I had begun to squeeze his neck, now that
I was almost positive that he was a special.
"That could really come in handy. I guess Rebel sent me here for a reason." And I began making a telekinetic incision on his forehead. He began to scream, and put up his arms for me to stop. I didn't, and he pulled out a cell phone. I didn't care, I simply finished the incision, all the way around his head, it felt naturally occuring, like I knew how to do it somehow. He uttered one final word, in a foreign language. I cataloged it so that I could see if I understood it after looking at his mind, like the brain man in my borrowed memory of 16 years in the past.
I lifted his scalp by pulling his hair. There was so much blood, but the brain was strangely beautiful, like a machine, every part working in unison with the next. I admired for a moment, and then found something, an imperfection in a part of the brain that controlled memory and language reception (how I knew that this part had this function baffles me still). I examined the imperfection, and realized that it was his ability. I looked, and suddenly I understood. It was like my mind opened up suddenly, and everything became clear. I was able to translate anyhting to anything else in a second. I knew languages that I didn't even knew existed...
Then I remembered what he had said. It was a word from an ancient Chinese dialect. It meant "Rebel". I looked at his Chinese phone, which I now understood without flaw, and looked in the texts. There was an unread one. I opened it, and suddenly felt sick.
YOU'VE DISAPPOINTED ME DAMIAN
-REBEL
I felt so low, so awful for what I had done. I couldn't think, so I simply teleported back to the Chinese village I had first appeared in earlier in the day. My sense of timing was off, and I had been awake for several hours. It was 2:15 in the mid-morning, and I was ready to die. I walked all that I could, and just passed out in a random alley.
I dreamt a horrid dream, the image of myself killing Aron, and the Omnilinguistic man, and hurting Healthbar.
What am I becoming, what is happening to the child I was just a week ago?
Kill John, I have a feeling that this is his fault, please post a blog explaining if you can find him, and how you kill him. Once he's out of the way, hopefull I can go back to normal.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Unforgiving
I realize now what John's instructions were. It dawned on my recently, and now I need to stay away from the group until I've hunted down and killed John...
So I was waiting Tempest and the rest of the group to return. I had heard that they kept Aron alive, which was a relief, but I really couldn't trust him right now... John could influence anybody, so nobody could be trusted...
After several painful hours of waiting, I heard the door in the distance creak open, the squeaky hinges pressing against each other. I knew that simply by applying a special naturally-occuring substance to them, about 3/4 of a milliliter, the squeaking would stop, but I didn't know how I knew that. I walked over to see Tempest and Diffy and Doolittle walk into the old VHS store, which I had taken the liberty of vamping up a bit with Thought Form Projection. The second I say them, I broke down, on my knees, and cried. At this, someone walked in carrying Healthbar and Aron. My eyes were too full of tears to see who was actually carrying them, but they were alive. I knew, I could feel their life forces, the energy they gave off by thinking, the blood flowing through their bodies.... Both were layed out infront of me. I calmed after a bit, and realized that nobody was there anymore, except Aron and Healthbar. Neither stirred, but I could sense them pulling in the air molecules around them to breathe.
As soon as I was stable, it happened. I felt the same feeling as before, I became a prisoner in my body again, and I didn't understand fully. I had no control. It was awful, but then a sound resounded in my mind. It was John's echoing, powerful voice repeating:
"FIGHT TO THE DEATH ", and now that I knew that Aron was alive, the command took over again. I couldn't control it. He was simple, I simple TKed him against a wall, and then caught his body on fire, and let it burn hot, very hot. I felt sick, as the feeling of killing someone so awfully was somewhat appealing to my mind, and it made me want to kill myself.
Finally, when Aron had been reduced to a pile of ashes, I gained control back. I had already spilled my tears for him, so I didn't cry again. Instead, I gave him some honor, by using telekinesis to ball up his ashes, and then teleporting to a spot in the middle of the ocean. I dropped his ashes in the water, and the surface bubbled with metalic bubbles for a moment. I took notice of the fact, and used Hydrokinesis to bring some of the bubbling water up to myself. My understanding suddenly went skyhigh, Aron's essence still existed within this floating puddle, and because he had synthetic abilities, they hadn't died with him, they were slowly being given off as energy through his ashes.
I reached out my mind and used somesort of opposite power to Thought-Form Projection, and made the bubbling ash-water become part of my thoughts, a file among it. I felt the same in everyway, but Aron was now a part of me. Maybe I had his amazing ability, something told me I might, but there was no way to be sure.
After this scene, I teleported back to base, and found Healthbar had awoken. I told her what had happened, and halfway through the story, I cried again, just broke down, like crazy screaming, bawling. It was the reality of my situation hitting me. In just one week I had become a powerful Super-Human, a refugee, a Fugitive from my own damned country. It made me sick, and I just cried my eyes out for a while. It was too crazy, and I realized that my understanding of the situations had kept me calm. that, and knowing that my friends were with me the whole time made it easier, but now losing them so quickly made me lose my grip.
Healthbar placed a healing hand on me to try to calm me, and then it all became clear.
John had instructed me to kill Tempest's group, and lose their trust.
I went into a slave-like trance, and began TK choking Healthbar, not on purpose, but she was pinned. Her ability didn't protect her from my arsenal of insane power. I began to crush her neck, but suddenly I became enthralled in making her suffer. I thought it ironic, as she could heal those around her, that she die a horridly painful death. The fact that these thoughts occured to me at any time made me disgusted, and I prayed this was simply a side-effect of the Mind-Control, and not my true nature.
I started by freezing one arm, finger by finger. First her thumb, then middle finger, her pinky, her full hand, than I numbed the full arm to the shoulder. At that, TK twisted it around until I heard an awful SNAP but made sure to keep her mouth shut telekineticlly, so she couldn't scream for help.
After breaking that arm, I moved to the other, burning it with a flame that was at a high temperature, but that burnt slowly. I couldn't let myself do this, but I had no power over myself. I began realizing that her power was only good to help those around her, and that I had nobody I wanted to help, that I wanted those around me to suffer...I had no control.
Suddenly a memory entered my mind, it wasn't mine, I had taken it from Jorge when we had shared minds for a moment. It was Jorge witnessing his younger sister being pinned against a wall by some man with telekinesis, and her head being split open. She screamed horribly, and then the man inspected her brain, and as he stood up when he was done, he turned transparent. The memory told me that this had been Jorge's sister's ability. The brain-man had stolen it by inspecting the brain! Maybe I could do it too... I understood how he did it, he 'understood' the ability... But no, not with Healthbar... She was useless to me...
I returned to my task at hand, and phased a finger into Healthbar's stomach, then solidified it, causing her pain that I could feel myself, due to my being inside her, and sharing her emotions. I withdrew instantly, and the pain caused the trance to wear off.
I didn't have time to think, so I dropped Healthbar, at which point she screamed. I covered her mouth with my hand, and whispered
"I'm so sorry...."
And teleported away...
I can't believe what I did, I am sorry I did it, but I can't go back with the group. I'm afraid I'll get the urge to rip off their scalps and look at their brains, as John wanted me to... Please don't find me.
I can understand John's ability, and I know that if he dies, then his command will wear off, and I can go back to living normally, hell I'll even give up my abilities. They cause so much pain, I can't take it...
A quick note, Tempest, please save my mother... And don't tell her that I'm a murderer...
-Damian
So I was waiting Tempest and the rest of the group to return. I had heard that they kept Aron alive, which was a relief, but I really couldn't trust him right now... John could influence anybody, so nobody could be trusted...
After several painful hours of waiting, I heard the door in the distance creak open, the squeaky hinges pressing against each other. I knew that simply by applying a special naturally-occuring substance to them, about 3/4 of a milliliter, the squeaking would stop, but I didn't know how I knew that. I walked over to see Tempest and Diffy and Doolittle walk into the old VHS store, which I had taken the liberty of vamping up a bit with Thought Form Projection. The second I say them, I broke down, on my knees, and cried. At this, someone walked in carrying Healthbar and Aron. My eyes were too full of tears to see who was actually carrying them, but they were alive. I knew, I could feel their life forces, the energy they gave off by thinking, the blood flowing through their bodies.... Both were layed out infront of me. I calmed after a bit, and realized that nobody was there anymore, except Aron and Healthbar. Neither stirred, but I could sense them pulling in the air molecules around them to breathe.
As soon as I was stable, it happened. I felt the same feeling as before, I became a prisoner in my body again, and I didn't understand fully. I had no control. It was awful, but then a sound resounded in my mind. It was John's echoing, powerful voice repeating:
"FIGHT TO THE DEATH ", and now that I knew that Aron was alive, the command took over again. I couldn't control it. He was simple, I simple TKed him against a wall, and then caught his body on fire, and let it burn hot, very hot. I felt sick, as the feeling of killing someone so awfully was somewhat appealing to my mind, and it made me want to kill myself.
Finally, when Aron had been reduced to a pile of ashes, I gained control back. I had already spilled my tears for him, so I didn't cry again. Instead, I gave him some honor, by using telekinesis to ball up his ashes, and then teleporting to a spot in the middle of the ocean. I dropped his ashes in the water, and the surface bubbled with metalic bubbles for a moment. I took notice of the fact, and used Hydrokinesis to bring some of the bubbling water up to myself. My understanding suddenly went skyhigh, Aron's essence still existed within this floating puddle, and because he had synthetic abilities, they hadn't died with him, they were slowly being given off as energy through his ashes.
I reached out my mind and used somesort of opposite power to Thought-Form Projection, and made the bubbling ash-water become part of my thoughts, a file among it. I felt the same in everyway, but Aron was now a part of me. Maybe I had his amazing ability, something told me I might, but there was no way to be sure.
After this scene, I teleported back to base, and found Healthbar had awoken. I told her what had happened, and halfway through the story, I cried again, just broke down, like crazy screaming, bawling. It was the reality of my situation hitting me. In just one week I had become a powerful Super-Human, a refugee, a Fugitive from my own damned country. It made me sick, and I just cried my eyes out for a while. It was too crazy, and I realized that my understanding of the situations had kept me calm. that, and knowing that my friends were with me the whole time made it easier, but now losing them so quickly made me lose my grip.
Healthbar placed a healing hand on me to try to calm me, and then it all became clear.
John had instructed me to kill Tempest's group, and lose their trust.
I went into a slave-like trance, and began TK choking Healthbar, not on purpose, but she was pinned. Her ability didn't protect her from my arsenal of insane power. I began to crush her neck, but suddenly I became enthralled in making her suffer. I thought it ironic, as she could heal those around her, that she die a horridly painful death. The fact that these thoughts occured to me at any time made me disgusted, and I prayed this was simply a side-effect of the Mind-Control, and not my true nature.
I started by freezing one arm, finger by finger. First her thumb, then middle finger, her pinky, her full hand, than I numbed the full arm to the shoulder. At that, TK twisted it around until I heard an awful SNAP but made sure to keep her mouth shut telekineticlly, so she couldn't scream for help.
After breaking that arm, I moved to the other, burning it with a flame that was at a high temperature, but that burnt slowly. I couldn't let myself do this, but I had no power over myself. I began realizing that her power was only good to help those around her, and that I had nobody I wanted to help, that I wanted those around me to suffer...I had no control.
Suddenly a memory entered my mind, it wasn't mine, I had taken it from Jorge when we had shared minds for a moment. It was Jorge witnessing his younger sister being pinned against a wall by some man with telekinesis, and her head being split open. She screamed horribly, and then the man inspected her brain, and as he stood up when he was done, he turned transparent. The memory told me that this had been Jorge's sister's ability. The brain-man had stolen it by inspecting the brain! Maybe I could do it too... I understood how he did it, he 'understood' the ability... But no, not with Healthbar... She was useless to me...
I returned to my task at hand, and phased a finger into Healthbar's stomach, then solidified it, causing her pain that I could feel myself, due to my being inside her, and sharing her emotions. I withdrew instantly, and the pain caused the trance to wear off.
I didn't have time to think, so I dropped Healthbar, at which point she screamed. I covered her mouth with my hand, and whispered
"I'm so sorry...."
And teleported away...
I can't believe what I did, I am sorry I did it, but I can't go back with the group. I'm afraid I'll get the urge to rip off their scalps and look at their brains, as John wanted me to... Please don't find me.
I can understand John's ability, and I know that if he dies, then his command will wear off, and I can go back to living normally, hell I'll even give up my abilities. They cause so much pain, I can't take it...
A quick note, Tempest, please save my mother... And don't tell her that I'm a murderer...
-Damian
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Betrayed...
I've never felt so betrayed. My two "best friends" have stabbed me in the back, pretty literally. To make a long story short, Aron is dead (to my understanding) and John has run away. The apin I'm feeling by my betrayal is leading me to believe Cleo's old philosophy: Don't trust anyone, they all end up hurting you.
I'm seeing what that means now more than ever...
So here we go, we were ready to infiltrate B26, but I didn't feel like staying with Tempest and the group. I TFPed a clone of myself to go in with them, and made myself invisible to their eyes by manipulating the photons (light particles) around myself. Unfortunately, this doesn't protect one from cameras, only the naked eye.
I knew there were camera's everywhere, and TFP only works on organisms, not machines, so I might be screwed. Everytime I saw a camera I helded it to look away from me with Telekinesis and then exploded them from a distance.
Finally I ran into a guard. I blinded him, and used TFP so that his screams couldn't be heard. I walked up, made myself look just like him, and then teleported him into an alley in New York City. I began to walk around without the cover of photons, and was able to walk around undeteced for a while. Finally, I found a room that looked like a holding cell, and went in. Held inside were two fat guys, and some dark guy, he looked Middle Eastern, but with nicer hair. All were drugged up and unconcious. I walked around and didn't find anyone familiar to me. I only wanted to find my mother and help her, and find Evan Drake and bring him in, possibly to kill him.
I left the holding cell, and was confronted by another guard. He questioned me, but I didn't know anything. I influenced the odds around myself, and increased the chance of him having a heart attack to 99%. He did, and I increased his chance of recovery to almost 100%, I can't make anything that definite, but I can make it close. After he fell, I called for help. All the other guards on the floor came to help. I TFPed another false clone and decided to continue searching. I turned the cameras away from myself, then walked into a room, and turned physically invisible, and was able to phase. I flew through the building, avoiding the hallways, and turning cameras away from myself.
Finally, I found my mother. She was lying in a room, strapped down with huge metal cuffs at the arms, around her hands, her legs, her neck and her chest. She had a tube pumping drugs into her mind so she was incapacitated. I walked over and was about to pull out the tube from her nose, when I felt an immense pain in my back. I screamed, and fell to the ground. I was bleeding profusely, I looked up an saw a bloody sword, but then the sword shrank to the shape and size of an arm. I looked up and saw that Aron was the oone that had stabbed me.
"What the hell?!" I yelled. My healing power, which is conciously activated, was troublesome, and I was having trouble healing the gash through my torso when it was causing me such pain. Aron just looked at me, blankly. I noticed that his normally hazel eyes were a dull-bronze shade, with colour-less pupils.
I lifted an arm to TK him against a wall, but the pain was too immense for me to use ANY ability. I tried standing, as the painful incision continued hurting me. I felt it heal ever slowly. I asked Aron why he betrayed me, but he didn't answer. He simply turned his hand back into sword mode and stabbed me twice more in the chest.
The pain was awful, and I don't know how I didn't pass out. All my abilities were being shut down as the cuts healed slowly. I felt my grip on reality start to slip, and felt a heavy thunk on my head before finally passing out.
.....
I woke up on command, I heard a powerful voice say "Get Up" and I obeyed instantly. I stood, and to my surprise I felt fine. I looked up and saw John. My friend, or so I thought...
"John, what have you--"
"SHUT UP!" He said, and I automatically did. His voice seemed powerful.
"You have power. More power than I do, and I want that power. My ability is simply good enough to control you... But yours... I want it, and after I find Tempest's old friend, I can take it, and have all the power... Insane amounts of power, I believe that is what you called it. So please, TAKE A SEAT. "
I had an urge, and I fell to my feet. I quickly realized that John had manifested, and his ability was some sort of serious persuasion.
"Incase you're wondering, its Manipulation, or brain control. I can do wonders with it, including have you kill yourself, but I want that ability, so here's what I'm gonna do..."
He whispered something in my ear, and all I remember him saying is that after I hear it I will forget, but I must obey. I don't know, maybe someone can access my memories later.
After he backed away, he walked over to Aron, who stood against the wall like a drone, his eyes the same odd bronze shade as before.
"FIGHT TO THE DEATH " John said, activating his power. I felt obliged to get up, and Aron stepped forward. His armor began to envelop his body. Then I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my body. My concious mind went dead, my decision weren't mine, nor were my actions. I was looking at the battle like it was a movie that I watched through my own eyes.
Aron ran at me, full armored, his right arm a huge sword. My right arm went up and magnetized his arm, giving me control of him. With this, I looked at a wall in the strange location I was in. I sensed metal in it. I turned up the magnetism, and Aron was thrown against the wall. He tried to take down his armor so I wouldn't have control, he lost all metal on his person, and rushed at me. He got two steps before I made the earth beneath his feet shackle his feet, causing him to fal over slightly, akwardly. I telekinesised him then, pressing him against a wall.
My "thinking mode" as I call it, happened now. Everything slowed down, and I could think better. I wasn't thinking was the only difference, I was a slave to John's word. I saw Aron make a movement, his hand was reaching for the wall he was pressed to, he hoped for a last ditch escape with armor. I allowed him to absorb it, and once his arm was fully metalic, I shot a jet of flames at it, melting it into a puddle. The pain must've been awful, but he made no noise.
"Come on," John said "GIVE ME SOME EMOTION !" He commanded. At this, Aron let out a blood curdling scream, the pain he felt was obvious to me. I tried to get control, but had no way to do it. I walked up to my friend, in pain, and looked in his eyes. I saw the pain, understood his emotions, but I couldn't do anything. Part of me wanted his ability, but I couldn't take it.
That's when the initial command took over. I made a giant earth-spike come out of the ground, and impale Aron through the chest. Then, I shot him in the face with fire, and picked up and slammed his limb body against the surrounding walls. I was disgusted with myself, but my body couldn't care less.
I released my TK grip on my old friend, and walked over. Seeing that he was dead, I took over my body again. At this, I vomitted on the ground, for I had just killed my closest friend, and I was about to kill my other friend for making me do it. I turned to face John, and found him clapping. CLAPPING!!! The anger was awful. I lifted my hand to kill his sorry-ass, but he used his ability to stop me.
"GO AWAY, AND DON'T SEARCH FOR ME. " Was all he said, at which point I found myself teleported back to my New York appartement. I couldn't teleport back, so I just went to school like a normal day. I couldn't go anywhere, because I wanted to find John so bad. The bloodlust was blocking my abilities, because I couldn't deny his command to not search for him. I had to go straight home from school, not of my choice. I couldn't control my feet.
I managed to teleport to the Headquarters, and I'm waiting here right now to see how the invasion went yesterday.
John, if you read this, I thought you were my best friend, but you hurt me, and you made me lose someone else special to me. I will not hesitate to kill you, traitor...
-Damian
I'm seeing what that means now more than ever...
So here we go, we were ready to infiltrate B26, but I didn't feel like staying with Tempest and the group. I TFPed a clone of myself to go in with them, and made myself invisible to their eyes by manipulating the photons (light particles) around myself. Unfortunately, this doesn't protect one from cameras, only the naked eye.
I knew there were camera's everywhere, and TFP only works on organisms, not machines, so I might be screwed. Everytime I saw a camera I helded it to look away from me with Telekinesis and then exploded them from a distance.
Finally I ran into a guard. I blinded him, and used TFP so that his screams couldn't be heard. I walked up, made myself look just like him, and then teleported him into an alley in New York City. I began to walk around without the cover of photons, and was able to walk around undeteced for a while. Finally, I found a room that looked like a holding cell, and went in. Held inside were two fat guys, and some dark guy, he looked Middle Eastern, but with nicer hair. All were drugged up and unconcious. I walked around and didn't find anyone familiar to me. I only wanted to find my mother and help her, and find Evan Drake and bring him in, possibly to kill him.
I left the holding cell, and was confronted by another guard. He questioned me, but I didn't know anything. I influenced the odds around myself, and increased the chance of him having a heart attack to 99%. He did, and I increased his chance of recovery to almost 100%, I can't make anything that definite, but I can make it close. After he fell, I called for help. All the other guards on the floor came to help. I TFPed another false clone and decided to continue searching. I turned the cameras away from myself, then walked into a room, and turned physically invisible, and was able to phase. I flew through the building, avoiding the hallways, and turning cameras away from myself.
Finally, I found my mother. She was lying in a room, strapped down with huge metal cuffs at the arms, around her hands, her legs, her neck and her chest. She had a tube pumping drugs into her mind so she was incapacitated. I walked over and was about to pull out the tube from her nose, when I felt an immense pain in my back. I screamed, and fell to the ground. I was bleeding profusely, I looked up an saw a bloody sword, but then the sword shrank to the shape and size of an arm. I looked up and saw that Aron was the oone that had stabbed me.
"What the hell?!" I yelled. My healing power, which is conciously activated, was troublesome, and I was having trouble healing the gash through my torso when it was causing me such pain. Aron just looked at me, blankly. I noticed that his normally hazel eyes were a dull-bronze shade, with colour-less pupils.
I lifted an arm to TK him against a wall, but the pain was too immense for me to use ANY ability. I tried standing, as the painful incision continued hurting me. I felt it heal ever slowly. I asked Aron why he betrayed me, but he didn't answer. He simply turned his hand back into sword mode and stabbed me twice more in the chest.
The pain was awful, and I don't know how I didn't pass out. All my abilities were being shut down as the cuts healed slowly. I felt my grip on reality start to slip, and felt a heavy thunk on my head before finally passing out.
.....
I woke up on command, I heard a powerful voice say "Get Up" and I obeyed instantly. I stood, and to my surprise I felt fine. I looked up and saw John. My friend, or so I thought...
"John, what have you--"
"SHUT UP!" He said, and I automatically did. His voice seemed powerful.
"You have power. More power than I do, and I want that power. My ability is simply good enough to control you... But yours... I want it, and after I find Tempest's old friend, I can take it, and have all the power... Insane amounts of power, I believe that is what you called it. So please, TAKE A SEAT. "
I had an urge, and I fell to my feet. I quickly realized that John had manifested, and his ability was some sort of serious persuasion.
"Incase you're wondering, its Manipulation, or brain control. I can do wonders with it, including have you kill yourself, but I want that ability, so here's what I'm gonna do..."
He whispered something in my ear, and all I remember him saying is that after I hear it I will forget, but I must obey. I don't know, maybe someone can access my memories later.
After he backed away, he walked over to Aron, who stood against the wall like a drone, his eyes the same odd bronze shade as before.
"FIGHT TO THE DEATH " John said, activating his power. I felt obliged to get up, and Aron stepped forward. His armor began to envelop his body. Then I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my body. My concious mind went dead, my decision weren't mine, nor were my actions. I was looking at the battle like it was a movie that I watched through my own eyes.
Aron ran at me, full armored, his right arm a huge sword. My right arm went up and magnetized his arm, giving me control of him. With this, I looked at a wall in the strange location I was in. I sensed metal in it. I turned up the magnetism, and Aron was thrown against the wall. He tried to take down his armor so I wouldn't have control, he lost all metal on his person, and rushed at me. He got two steps before I made the earth beneath his feet shackle his feet, causing him to fal over slightly, akwardly. I telekinesised him then, pressing him against a wall.
My "thinking mode" as I call it, happened now. Everything slowed down, and I could think better. I wasn't thinking was the only difference, I was a slave to John's word. I saw Aron make a movement, his hand was reaching for the wall he was pressed to, he hoped for a last ditch escape with armor. I allowed him to absorb it, and once his arm was fully metalic, I shot a jet of flames at it, melting it into a puddle. The pain must've been awful, but he made no noise.
"Come on," John said "GIVE ME SOME EMOTION !" He commanded. At this, Aron let out a blood curdling scream, the pain he felt was obvious to me. I tried to get control, but had no way to do it. I walked up to my friend, in pain, and looked in his eyes. I saw the pain, understood his emotions, but I couldn't do anything. Part of me wanted his ability, but I couldn't take it.
That's when the initial command took over. I made a giant earth-spike come out of the ground, and impale Aron through the chest. Then, I shot him in the face with fire, and picked up and slammed his limb body against the surrounding walls. I was disgusted with myself, but my body couldn't care less.
I released my TK grip on my old friend, and walked over. Seeing that he was dead, I took over my body again. At this, I vomitted on the ground, for I had just killed my closest friend, and I was about to kill my other friend for making me do it. I turned to face John, and found him clapping. CLAPPING!!! The anger was awful. I lifted my hand to kill his sorry-ass, but he used his ability to stop me.
"GO AWAY, AND DON'T SEARCH FOR ME. " Was all he said, at which point I found myself teleported back to my New York appartement. I couldn't teleport back, so I just went to school like a normal day. I couldn't go anywhere, because I wanted to find John so bad. The bloodlust was blocking my abilities, because I couldn't deny his command to not search for him. I had to go straight home from school, not of my choice. I couldn't control my feet.
I managed to teleport to the Headquarters, and I'm waiting here right now to see how the invasion went yesterday.
John, if you read this, I thought you were my best friend, but you hurt me, and you made me lose someone else special to me. I will not hesitate to kill you, traitor...
-Damian
Monday, March 16, 2009
Two Lives, and a special visitor.
Well, I must say that living two seperate lives is an insane amount of fun! On one hand, I'm Justin Funke, British exchange student in one of the most prestegious high schools in New York City. On the other hand, I'm Damian 'Cienfuegos' West, Cuban-American Special, with the ability of Psychokinesis, which has evolved quite alot.
I haven't gone much into detail about myself, and even though Tempest protected my account, I'm not going to post any pictures of myself, partially due to the fact that my Transformation ability has been evolving lately, alone with my TFP. Here's been my week so far:
So yesterday I was stoked and ready to infiltrate the infamous Building 26, Mr.Danko's operation, and rescue my mother. Aron (who has chosen the nickname 'Armor') was practicing with his new synthetic ability of Metal Mimicry, making himself look like a suit of armor, then back into regular form. He decided to use his ability to make some bracelets of different materials that he has attached to his arm, incase the situation arises where he has to absorb them for protection. Unfortunately my friend John, who had also taken the formula, had not yet manifested, and I was beginning to think he may have taken an uncatalyzed version of it.
Anyway, there I was, about to teleport to B26, when I received a text message. The number was blocked but the message read this:
YOU'RE NOT SAFE! BUILDING 26 IS BEING WATCHED, DON'T INFILTRATE YET
-Rebel
I was shocked, remembering what the girl I had met when my house was invaded had said. I changed my mind, knowing Rebel could help me most likely. I replied to his text:
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
The response was immidiate:
GO TO PERU. HELP A FRIEND, SENDING PICS NOW
-REBEL
The next thing I knew, a picture of a park showed up on my iPhone. I looked at John and Aron, who were fast asleep, and teleported to the location.
When I rematerialized in Peru, the temperature difference was immidiate. There was less humidity, and a chill in the air. I looked around, it was 1 AM there, but a few parties were ravaging the area. Thankfully, I had teleported to an empty area, and nobody had noticed my seemingly random appearance. At this, another vibration from my pocket:
FIND JORGE. HE'S BEING HUNTED, YOU CAN HELP PEOPLE!
-REBEL
I obeyed blindly, and looking at the attached picture of the Jorge that was mentioned in the message, I used TFP to make a picture of him, to ask people if they had seen him. Thank God for my language skills in Spanish, if not for them, I'd be done. The conversations I'll write are rough translations of what I really said.
"Have you seen this guy?" I asked an elderly man smoking a cigar on a curb.
"Not recently. We haven't had Jorge visit in a few weeks, not since he moved to America."
"Well thanks" I replied, but then he noticed my accent.
"You're cuban, aren't you?" He asked inquisitively
"Yeah, how'd you know?" My accent wasn't that thick.
"I know things about people. Its a God-Given talent. Much like your own. Something else I must ask, you have Psychokinesis, why not find Jorge with it. You can, clairvoyance is a part of your ability. You may have not unlocked it, but I know it is there. Weak, like some other aspects of your ability, but you can find him if he's within about 2 miles, and I know for a fact that he is..." I realized this guy had some sort of omnipotence ability, and it was pretty cool. I thanked him, but I didn't know how to access the clairvoyance he mentioned. After focusing and failing to locate Jorge, I turned to ask the Omnipotent Man, but he had disappeared mysteriously, and I saw no evidence that he had teleported. If he had I would see a light trail and "hole" in space-time that I could follow through.
Walking away, I heard something from a corner a little ways away. It was a quick shuffle, not like an animal, but heavier. It was human. I teleported to the dark corner and caught a hand on fire to light the area. I looked into the seemingly small area, and couldn't believe it, there was a huge MANSION! Not just that, but a garden, a lake with a geyser, and like 7 nice cars parked. I walked up, keeping my hands lit up in case this was a trick. Just to test, I terrakinesised a spike into a Bentley that was parked in the large half-circle driveway. The crunch sound was realistic enough, but then I walked over and pikced up a piece of glass from the busted windshield. I used it to cut my arm, to see if it was just an Illusion, but sure enough I felt the pain, before healing my arm conciously.
Just to go on the side, that is a huge downfall of my healing, it isn't something natural yet, I actually have to focus my ability to heal, not like other healers I've read about.
Anyway, I walked up to the house. Fearing a trap, I telekinesised the door open. I felt no lock when I opened it. I walked into an extravagant room, and when I looked up at the gigantic staircase, I realized that this was crazy. On the 5th step, descending the stairs, was my dream girl, Melissa Lopez. Oh My God, she looked even more beautiful than I remmebered her, and I'd known her my who life as Damian West.
She walked up and kissed me straight on the mouth, and the butterflies in my stomach confirmed that this had to be real. The sensation was so pleasing that all my suspicions were lifted. I gave in to the feeling, but then suddenly it went away, and was replaced with a claustrophobia, as the insanely real area around me was replaced with the tiny alley I knew was supposed to be here. I relit my hands, but not before I was hit in the chest, hard.
I hit the ground, and faced a black panther, which was roaring in my face. I felt fear, but then realized that this was no problem.
Like the time I had stopped a tranquilizer dart from hitting my with TK, time seemed to slow down, so I could think more. The panther looked almost HD to me, even though it was still very dark in the alley. I TKed it, and it hit one of the decaying brick walls next to me. Upon impact, it disappeared, but some dust did fly off of the wall. My cell phone received another text, and it informed me alot:
JORGE IS A REALITY ALTERER! DON'T FALL FOR HIS TRICKS, TELL HIM YOU AREN'T GONNA HURT HIM.
-REBEL
Thankfully, I was still in my clear-thought mode where time was slow, and I realized that what the Omnipotent Man had told me was true. I sensed Jorge's presence. He was not 3 feet away, hiding by making himself invisible to me. I used the telepathic part of Thought-Form Projection to assure him that I was a friend. I went into his head and read a memory of Rebel texting him, of being tranqued, of his abilities being nulled temporarily, and most of all, I understood his fear. I felt bad, and then soothed him.
"Soy un amigo. I'm your friend Jorge, I'm here to help. I'm special like you, I'm being hunted aswell, they don't stop persecuting. You can stop using your powers on me. You are a valuable asset, and I can provide you refuge, safety, and a chance at redemption. I read your thoughts, I know you used your powers without restraint, and for gain, but I'm offering you a new chance. Please believe me. If you can also alter reality, then you can read my fears, and also my memories, my desires, so you must be able to read my intentions. Read me, I give you permission, no boundaries."
The young man from the photo Rebel sent me appeared suddenly. He stood up, showing to be about 6'3", although I believe he changed his own appearance to be more apealing, and it probably worked well. I should try it.
"I can trust you." He said in a convinced spanish voice. "Take me then, to safety."
With that, I touched his shoulder, and we were instantly back in Cambridge.
"Sleep my friend. Tempest will find you here." I handed him my iPhone, and told him to show it to Tempest to prove that he was a good guy. With that, I teleported again. This time, to New York.
I arrived in a clearing in central park, a Jump Spot I had memorized. I went into the city and began apartment hunting. After a few boring hours, I found an awesome place. It was a $5 Million place, but because of TFP I payed cash, and convinced the people that they were fine with it. I even threw in a few extra hundred thousands, the economy is hard, it feels good to help.
So, I had purchased an apartment at 5 in the morning, and I wasn't even tired form my full night, I seemed to keep gaining energy from the light and energy around me, although a nap would be great, but then I realized I wanted to start anew, so I devised Justin Funke.
It wasn't hard, I made my hair straight and longer, and made it go from black to a nice brown shade. Next I gave myself green/hazel eyes, made my face perfect, with no flaws. I made my teeth blindingly white, literally. I made it so that photons came off them, making them even whiter. After, I grew to a reasonable height of 5'11" and increased my muscle tone, but not necessarily my strength. Well, I don't know. Does altering muscles lead to heightened strength? Maybe...
Next, I found a great school, and TFPed myself into the minds of all the people, making false memories, and making them think I was amazing. Also, I made false images of my perfect parents in their minds. I showed up to class and was greated by people I didn't know, including many hot girls. Man, transfromation and TFP combined are amazing.
Anyway, after learning that I could TFP a clone of myself and just skip class and make out with any girl I wanted, because I was amazing, made me never want to leave this place. Besides doing that, I really didn't do much, tried laying low for a while.
Teleported back to the VHS store that is our hideout after class and a quick meal at McDonalds with 3 chicks from school, followed by a very interesting trip to EACH of their houses. Did I mention that I LOVE being special?? Anyway, I found that Tempest had gotten Jorge a new identity, because he hadn't wanted to stay with the group, but that he had agreed to help us if we ever needed it, in return for all we had done for him.
At the end of the day, John still hasn't manifested an ability. I can feel his depression setting in, and I think I'm gonna send him back to Miami. Aron may have not cared about leaving his life behind, but I know that John does.
Well, my life has become amazing, and now apparently I am working for [or with] Rebel. Great.
Until next time, stay safe, and rebel
-Damian
I haven't gone much into detail about myself, and even though Tempest protected my account, I'm not going to post any pictures of myself, partially due to the fact that my Transformation ability has been evolving lately, alone with my TFP. Here's been my week so far:
So yesterday I was stoked and ready to infiltrate the infamous Building 26, Mr.Danko's operation, and rescue my mother. Aron (who has chosen the nickname 'Armor') was practicing with his new synthetic ability of Metal Mimicry, making himself look like a suit of armor, then back into regular form. He decided to use his ability to make some bracelets of different materials that he has attached to his arm, incase the situation arises where he has to absorb them for protection. Unfortunately my friend John, who had also taken the formula, had not yet manifested, and I was beginning to think he may have taken an uncatalyzed version of it.
Anyway, there I was, about to teleport to B26, when I received a text message. The number was blocked but the message read this:
YOU'RE NOT SAFE! BUILDING 26 IS BEING WATCHED, DON'T INFILTRATE YET
-Rebel
I was shocked, remembering what the girl I had met when my house was invaded had said. I changed my mind, knowing Rebel could help me most likely. I replied to his text:
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
The response was immidiate:
GO TO PERU. HELP A FRIEND, SENDING PICS NOW
-REBEL
The next thing I knew, a picture of a park showed up on my iPhone. I looked at John and Aron, who were fast asleep, and teleported to the location.
When I rematerialized in Peru, the temperature difference was immidiate. There was less humidity, and a chill in the air. I looked around, it was 1 AM there, but a few parties were ravaging the area. Thankfully, I had teleported to an empty area, and nobody had noticed my seemingly random appearance. At this, another vibration from my pocket:
FIND JORGE. HE'S BEING HUNTED, YOU CAN HELP PEOPLE!
-REBEL
I obeyed blindly, and looking at the attached picture of the Jorge that was mentioned in the message, I used TFP to make a picture of him, to ask people if they had seen him. Thank God for my language skills in Spanish, if not for them, I'd be done. The conversations I'll write are rough translations of what I really said.
"Have you seen this guy?" I asked an elderly man smoking a cigar on a curb.
"Not recently. We haven't had Jorge visit in a few weeks, not since he moved to America."
"Well thanks" I replied, but then he noticed my accent.
"You're cuban, aren't you?" He asked inquisitively
"Yeah, how'd you know?" My accent wasn't that thick.
"I know things about people. Its a God-Given talent. Much like your own. Something else I must ask, you have Psychokinesis, why not find Jorge with it. You can, clairvoyance is a part of your ability. You may have not unlocked it, but I know it is there. Weak, like some other aspects of your ability, but you can find him if he's within about 2 miles, and I know for a fact that he is..." I realized this guy had some sort of omnipotence ability, and it was pretty cool. I thanked him, but I didn't know how to access the clairvoyance he mentioned. After focusing and failing to locate Jorge, I turned to ask the Omnipotent Man, but he had disappeared mysteriously, and I saw no evidence that he had teleported. If he had I would see a light trail and "hole" in space-time that I could follow through.
Walking away, I heard something from a corner a little ways away. It was a quick shuffle, not like an animal, but heavier. It was human. I teleported to the dark corner and caught a hand on fire to light the area. I looked into the seemingly small area, and couldn't believe it, there was a huge MANSION! Not just that, but a garden, a lake with a geyser, and like 7 nice cars parked. I walked up, keeping my hands lit up in case this was a trick. Just to test, I terrakinesised a spike into a Bentley that was parked in the large half-circle driveway. The crunch sound was realistic enough, but then I walked over and pikced up a piece of glass from the busted windshield. I used it to cut my arm, to see if it was just an Illusion, but sure enough I felt the pain, before healing my arm conciously.
Just to go on the side, that is a huge downfall of my healing, it isn't something natural yet, I actually have to focus my ability to heal, not like other healers I've read about.
Anyway, I walked up to the house. Fearing a trap, I telekinesised the door open. I felt no lock when I opened it. I walked into an extravagant room, and when I looked up at the gigantic staircase, I realized that this was crazy. On the 5th step, descending the stairs, was my dream girl, Melissa Lopez. Oh My God, she looked even more beautiful than I remmebered her, and I'd known her my who life as Damian West.
She walked up and kissed me straight on the mouth, and the butterflies in my stomach confirmed that this had to be real. The sensation was so pleasing that all my suspicions were lifted. I gave in to the feeling, but then suddenly it went away, and was replaced with a claustrophobia, as the insanely real area around me was replaced with the tiny alley I knew was supposed to be here. I relit my hands, but not before I was hit in the chest, hard.
I hit the ground, and faced a black panther, which was roaring in my face. I felt fear, but then realized that this was no problem.
Like the time I had stopped a tranquilizer dart from hitting my with TK, time seemed to slow down, so I could think more. The panther looked almost HD to me, even though it was still very dark in the alley. I TKed it, and it hit one of the decaying brick walls next to me. Upon impact, it disappeared, but some dust did fly off of the wall. My cell phone received another text, and it informed me alot:
JORGE IS A REALITY ALTERER! DON'T FALL FOR HIS TRICKS, TELL HIM YOU AREN'T GONNA HURT HIM.
-REBEL
Thankfully, I was still in my clear-thought mode where time was slow, and I realized that what the Omnipotent Man had told me was true. I sensed Jorge's presence. He was not 3 feet away, hiding by making himself invisible to me. I used the telepathic part of Thought-Form Projection to assure him that I was a friend. I went into his head and read a memory of Rebel texting him, of being tranqued, of his abilities being nulled temporarily, and most of all, I understood his fear. I felt bad, and then soothed him.
"Soy un amigo. I'm your friend Jorge, I'm here to help. I'm special like you, I'm being hunted aswell, they don't stop persecuting. You can stop using your powers on me. You are a valuable asset, and I can provide you refuge, safety, and a chance at redemption. I read your thoughts, I know you used your powers without restraint, and for gain, but I'm offering you a new chance. Please believe me. If you can also alter reality, then you can read my fears, and also my memories, my desires, so you must be able to read my intentions. Read me, I give you permission, no boundaries."
The young man from the photo Rebel sent me appeared suddenly. He stood up, showing to be about 6'3", although I believe he changed his own appearance to be more apealing, and it probably worked well. I should try it.
"I can trust you." He said in a convinced spanish voice. "Take me then, to safety."
With that, I touched his shoulder, and we were instantly back in Cambridge.
"Sleep my friend. Tempest will find you here." I handed him my iPhone, and told him to show it to Tempest to prove that he was a good guy. With that, I teleported again. This time, to New York.
I arrived in a clearing in central park, a Jump Spot I had memorized. I went into the city and began apartment hunting. After a few boring hours, I found an awesome place. It was a $5 Million place, but because of TFP I payed cash, and convinced the people that they were fine with it. I even threw in a few extra hundred thousands, the economy is hard, it feels good to help.
So, I had purchased an apartment at 5 in the morning, and I wasn't even tired form my full night, I seemed to keep gaining energy from the light and energy around me, although a nap would be great, but then I realized I wanted to start anew, so I devised Justin Funke.
It wasn't hard, I made my hair straight and longer, and made it go from black to a nice brown shade. Next I gave myself green/hazel eyes, made my face perfect, with no flaws. I made my teeth blindingly white, literally. I made it so that photons came off them, making them even whiter. After, I grew to a reasonable height of 5'11" and increased my muscle tone, but not necessarily my strength. Well, I don't know. Does altering muscles lead to heightened strength? Maybe...
Next, I found a great school, and TFPed myself into the minds of all the people, making false memories, and making them think I was amazing. Also, I made false images of my perfect parents in their minds. I showed up to class and was greated by people I didn't know, including many hot girls. Man, transfromation and TFP combined are amazing.
Anyway, after learning that I could TFP a clone of myself and just skip class and make out with any girl I wanted, because I was amazing, made me never want to leave this place. Besides doing that, I really didn't do much, tried laying low for a while.
Teleported back to the VHS store that is our hideout after class and a quick meal at McDonalds with 3 chicks from school, followed by a very interesting trip to EACH of their houses. Did I mention that I LOVE being special?? Anyway, I found that Tempest had gotten Jorge a new identity, because he hadn't wanted to stay with the group, but that he had agreed to help us if we ever needed it, in return for all we had done for him.
At the end of the day, John still hasn't manifested an ability. I can feel his depression setting in, and I think I'm gonna send him back to Miami. Aron may have not cared about leaving his life behind, but I know that John does.
Well, my life has become amazing, and now apparently I am working for [or with] Rebel. Great.
Until next time, stay safe, and rebel
-Damian
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