So like I said in yesterday's post, I had a weird dream...
I fell asleep very confused about how the painting I had seen, which was clearly in Precog's drawing style. It had been of me slicing open the head of a man named Devin in Massachusetes. I had gone to Massachusetes and killed Devin, and then when I came back, Precog sasid that he hadn't painted that picture at all, and to top it all off, the painting was gone! I couldn't understand, so I decided to sleep to clear my head...
The second my head hit the pillow, I entered a dream. I was standing in the Nevada dessert, in a place called Coyote Sands. All around there was chaos, as a storm raged all around me and people danced to the sound of panic all over. Men with guns were shooting at helpless people, running around a bunch of wooden cabins. I thought it was some sort of mindless massacre, and then I saw some of the innocent people being shot at using abilities! Powerful ones too! Sound manipulation, Wave-shooting, Superspeed, Telepathy, Energy blasting, and tons more! Oh how I hungered for those abilities, but I found myself immobilized. I was completely unable to move, I could only watch the destruction. Of course, I hadn't yet realized I was in a dream, so I guessed someone had frozen me in place with an ability. Then it got even more confusing.
The madness disappeared, and I was simply standing alone in the night of the dessert. It was cold, and I tried t fire myself up to get warm, but it failed. I was held in place, and then a woman walked out of the shadows, pretty literally.
"Ah, our latest subject" she said in the classic voice of a Hollywood-Style witch. "You really are easy to manipulate, and I'm going to win this round, thanks to your weakness!" It took me a second to realize she was speaking in Greek. I opened my mouth to speak, but she stopped me. "Don't both asking me a thing, I can read your thoughts, you can't block me, even with that nifty trick I so generously gifted you." She saw my puzzlement and then chuckled. "You didn't really think a telepathic robber would just conveniently walk up to you when you were looking for one? Who do you think has put post humans all around you! Earthquake-Man, The Omnilinguist, The telepath, Devin Reok, your latest victim! All were placed by mineself!" She would have continued, but I interuppeted her.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to use brain control, but none of my abilities worked. This made her laugh hysterically, a very awful noise to hear.
"Oh, boy, don't you wish you could know... Ha, the game is as old as time itself, it gets old, its always nice to throw in a twist. You've been very interesting from the start, but my sisters decided to give you a reset, the first one we've ever given, simply because of how truly evil you turned out! Oh, you are a lucky one, but it seems your falling down the same path, thanks to my little inserts, like the painting! Ah, young minds are so gullible." She laughed her awful cackle once more, and then seemed to fade into the shadow, her cackle echoing in the empty dessert night.
At this, I jumped awake, and wondered what had happened. Was that really a dream? Could I have been visited by another Dream Manipultor, or was it just my imagination acting oddly. As these questions picked my brain, I decided that I should go to school today, to clear my head of all the super-human dilemmas for atleast a few hours. I teleported to my school, and realized class wasn't starting for another hour or so, so I decided to make this blog.
Keep me updated on the plan
-Damian
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Baited Part one
Well, our plan is in action soon. We're getting ready, and through Tempest and our entire group's sharing of abilities, the plan seems foolproof, but I wanna make sure...
I took a little trip to Massachusetes, after a little tip off, by which I mean a painting of Precog's which depicted myself ripping open the scalp of a man in a cluttered apartment with street signs outside with directions in Massachusetes. I teleported to the coordinates outside the room in the painting, which I saw a good picture of on GoogleEarth's street-view feature. Man, the internet is pretty dangerous.
I walked into the apartment complex on the coner, and phased invisibly through every room and cooridor until I found one similar to the one in the painting. The only difference was that this place wasn't cluttered. Infact, it was the opposite. This place was crazy organized, and there weren't any papers anywhere.
The small room consisted of a chestnut desk with a black chair tucked neatly into it. Upon the desk was a computer without a keyboard, or mouse, or even a monitor for that matter. I looked around, and there were several random computer towers scattered all over the apartment, although not in a messy method. They were stacked vertically across walls, being the only decoration. There was a small door leading to a bathroom that was very plain.
The one-room place had no kitchen, and there was only a portion of a wall dividing the office area from the bedroom, which was nothing but a king sized bed that was quite disorderly on one side. I walked up and quickly realized that only one side of the bed was ever occupied. The man that lived here was lonely as anything. Probably a miserable existence.
I rummaged around, looking in the only storage unit in the bedroom, a dresser of 4 drawers, and found normal clothes, but also tons of flash memory drives and floppy disks. Broken and cracked CDs lined the bottom of this guy's drawers, but everything here was flash memory, not a single piece of paper anywhere! This guy was a tech-freak!
I waited around a while and got really bored. This guy had no TV! What a horrible place to live. I looked outside and found that night was falling. In the painting, I killed this guy, who I couldn't identify at all from his crappy apartment, during the day, so I thought it best to just leave. This guy wasn't coming any time soon. I walked out and there it happened.
I saw a man with a brown briefcase walking down a sidewalk towards the apartment complex I had just exited. I jumped behind a wall of the next building on the left, and watch the man walk up to the door and punch in an entry code. This could've just been anyguy, but I was reassured that he was the one I was looking for when 3 men in full black body armor holding automatic machine guns rushed into the building a few moments later. I went invisible and followed them after they kicked down the door of the complex.
They rushed up the stairs to the room I had just exited and grabbed the man, who was unloading a bunch of DVDs which looked pirated out of his bag. The men rushed in and threw him down to the floor. They raised they're guns, and fired their tasers, but I stopped time and telekinetically threw the tazers aside. Afterwards, I grabber all their guns and began to burn them in a pile, but they wouldn't burn in time freeze, so I resarted it. The Hunters were all insantly shocked, and suspected that the guy had done it. I was tired of this, so I read his mind to find that his name was Devin, that's it though, I wanted the power to be a surprise. It sure as hell was!
As soon as the Hunters were off guard, Devin jumped to his feet and grabbed two of their heads. The guy's eyes suddenly went white, and they gasped and fell to the ground. The third guy punch him in the chest, and, being a weak, slightly overweight guy, Devin had the wind knocked out of him. He sprawled to the floor, and the hunter pulled a knife out of what I can only assume was his ass, since I didn't see him make a motion for it. He was gonna kill my prey! Uh-uh, not happening Bub! I threw the guy out the window onto a waiting van filled with reinforcements, just incase. I threw the other two bodies as well, and they all piled on the van. Before they could recoop, I threw a big fireball and lit the truck up.
Seeing an opporinity, Devin rushed out the door, but I wasn't letting that happen. Screw the painting, I'd kill him at night.
I grabbed him with telekinesis, then threw him against his wall with it.
"YOUR POWER" was all I had to command. He instantly entered a bronze-eyed trance and began to explain it.
"I can take information from anything and know it. I can project my info onto other things too, infinitely. I'm a human back-up, but it works on everything. Those agent, I took away all their memories, which wiped em clean, like a new computer. I keep all the info in me foreva', ain't no gettin' rid of it, but I can take from anything. DVDs, CDs, computers, flash drives, I can learn alarm codes, anything. It works on books too, and all sorts of documents!" He got out of the trance and I saw how shocked he was.
"WHAT DO YOU USE YOUR ABILITY FOR?!" I commanded, to see if it was a justified kill. Instantly, he got into a trance.
"I pirate CDs and DVDs, then sell them illegally. I also steal computers, and tons of other things and blackmail people for money! I rob banks by learning security codes and wiping guards, and I'm a crook!" He finished and got out of the trance, he spoke normally "You really saved my can back there wit' those guys."
"I don't let anyone touch my prey..." I said, and began to split his scalp, as the truck outside finally exploded, and the shockwave sent a huge gust of debris flying through this apartment, and lighting up the night sky, just as the painting depicted. Guess Precog is always right.
Anyway, so I killed Devin and took his power, then teleported back to HQ. Its then that something weird happened.
"Precog, your painting came true" I said as I passed him in a hallway. He just looked oddly at me.
"What?" He looked dumbfounded.
"The one with me, and the guy. You know, the whole..." I moved my finger like I was cutting a skull.
"I haven't painted you killing anyone recently..." He said, and just walked away.
This was odd, so I teleported to the painting's original location. It was gone! I looked around the whole room, but the painting was gone. I can't explain what could've happened, but then I had a dream...
TO BE CONTINUED
I took a little trip to Massachusetes, after a little tip off, by which I mean a painting of Precog's which depicted myself ripping open the scalp of a man in a cluttered apartment with street signs outside with directions in Massachusetes. I teleported to the coordinates outside the room in the painting, which I saw a good picture of on GoogleEarth's street-view feature. Man, the internet is pretty dangerous.
I walked into the apartment complex on the coner, and phased invisibly through every room and cooridor until I found one similar to the one in the painting. The only difference was that this place wasn't cluttered. Infact, it was the opposite. This place was crazy organized, and there weren't any papers anywhere.
The small room consisted of a chestnut desk with a black chair tucked neatly into it. Upon the desk was a computer without a keyboard, or mouse, or even a monitor for that matter. I looked around, and there were several random computer towers scattered all over the apartment, although not in a messy method. They were stacked vertically across walls, being the only decoration. There was a small door leading to a bathroom that was very plain.
The one-room place had no kitchen, and there was only a portion of a wall dividing the office area from the bedroom, which was nothing but a king sized bed that was quite disorderly on one side. I walked up and quickly realized that only one side of the bed was ever occupied. The man that lived here was lonely as anything. Probably a miserable existence.
I rummaged around, looking in the only storage unit in the bedroom, a dresser of 4 drawers, and found normal clothes, but also tons of flash memory drives and floppy disks. Broken and cracked CDs lined the bottom of this guy's drawers, but everything here was flash memory, not a single piece of paper anywhere! This guy was a tech-freak!
I waited around a while and got really bored. This guy had no TV! What a horrible place to live. I looked outside and found that night was falling. In the painting, I killed this guy, who I couldn't identify at all from his crappy apartment, during the day, so I thought it best to just leave. This guy wasn't coming any time soon. I walked out and there it happened.
I saw a man with a brown briefcase walking down a sidewalk towards the apartment complex I had just exited. I jumped behind a wall of the next building on the left, and watch the man walk up to the door and punch in an entry code. This could've just been anyguy, but I was reassured that he was the one I was looking for when 3 men in full black body armor holding automatic machine guns rushed into the building a few moments later. I went invisible and followed them after they kicked down the door of the complex.
They rushed up the stairs to the room I had just exited and grabbed the man, who was unloading a bunch of DVDs which looked pirated out of his bag. The men rushed in and threw him down to the floor. They raised they're guns, and fired their tasers, but I stopped time and telekinetically threw the tazers aside. Afterwards, I grabber all their guns and began to burn them in a pile, but they wouldn't burn in time freeze, so I resarted it. The Hunters were all insantly shocked, and suspected that the guy had done it. I was tired of this, so I read his mind to find that his name was Devin, that's it though, I wanted the power to be a surprise. It sure as hell was!
As soon as the Hunters were off guard, Devin jumped to his feet and grabbed two of their heads. The guy's eyes suddenly went white, and they gasped and fell to the ground. The third guy punch him in the chest, and, being a weak, slightly overweight guy, Devin had the wind knocked out of him. He sprawled to the floor, and the hunter pulled a knife out of what I can only assume was his ass, since I didn't see him make a motion for it. He was gonna kill my prey! Uh-uh, not happening Bub! I threw the guy out the window onto a waiting van filled with reinforcements, just incase. I threw the other two bodies as well, and they all piled on the van. Before they could recoop, I threw a big fireball and lit the truck up.
Seeing an opporinity, Devin rushed out the door, but I wasn't letting that happen. Screw the painting, I'd kill him at night.
I grabbed him with telekinesis, then threw him against his wall with it.
"YOUR POWER" was all I had to command. He instantly entered a bronze-eyed trance and began to explain it.
"I can take information from anything and know it. I can project my info onto other things too, infinitely. I'm a human back-up, but it works on everything. Those agent, I took away all their memories, which wiped em clean, like a new computer. I keep all the info in me foreva', ain't no gettin' rid of it, but I can take from anything. DVDs, CDs, computers, flash drives, I can learn alarm codes, anything. It works on books too, and all sorts of documents!" He got out of the trance and I saw how shocked he was.
"WHAT DO YOU USE YOUR ABILITY FOR?!" I commanded, to see if it was a justified kill. Instantly, he got into a trance.
"I pirate CDs and DVDs, then sell them illegally. I also steal computers, and tons of other things and blackmail people for money! I rob banks by learning security codes and wiping guards, and I'm a crook!" He finished and got out of the trance, he spoke normally "You really saved my can back there wit' those guys."
"I don't let anyone touch my prey..." I said, and began to split his scalp, as the truck outside finally exploded, and the shockwave sent a huge gust of debris flying through this apartment, and lighting up the night sky, just as the painting depicted. Guess Precog is always right.
Anyway, so I killed Devin and took his power, then teleported back to HQ. Its then that something weird happened.
"Precog, your painting came true" I said as I passed him in a hallway. He just looked oddly at me.
"What?" He looked dumbfounded.
"The one with me, and the guy. You know, the whole..." I moved my finger like I was cutting a skull.
"I haven't painted you killing anyone recently..." He said, and just walked away.
This was odd, so I teleported to the painting's original location. It was gone! I looked around the whole room, but the painting was gone. I can't explain what could've happened, but then I had a dream...
TO BE CONTINUED
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Cuts
Death is horrid thing to play with....
If you've read Cleo or Tempest's blogs, you'll know that in the past day or so (you really lose track of time when you control it) we've infiltrated building 26, visited the location known as Coyote Sands, and had a few close encounters with the man named Death. what they haven't told you, is the Behind the Scenes story...
Everytime I shut my eyes, I keep having these amazing dreams. It sounds ridiculous, but I know that they aren't just dreams. I've met Dream Manipulators before, and the dreams they give you are VERY vivid. These dreams are beyond that level of vividness...
In my dreams, I see Heroes of olden times, Khufu the great Egyptian King, BeoWulf, Takezo Kensei, Benjamin Franklin, Martin Luther King Jr.,Thor, Crazy Horse, Sacagewa, Rosa Parks, Jason of the Golden Fleece quest, all great men, but also others. Great conmen, thieves, crooks. Al Capone, Hitler, Stallin, Castro, Napoleon Bonaparte, and many more who I couldn't name. Their lives have been shown to me, the paths they took to righteousness of infamy. Its always amazing to watch them, rise and fall. But something interesting about all these men: All were special...
That's right, everyone I've been seeing in my dreams had had an ability. Electrokinesis, Rapid Cell Regeneration, Persuassion, Summoning... all different, but so the same.
I'm beginning to understand how truly connected all specials are to each other. I tried to kill Cleo and take her ability when I was the old me, and now she is one of my greatest allies, and her greatest enemy, Death, killed my adoptive aunt, which makes him mine mortal enemy aswell. The dreams have opened that up too. Takezo Kensei, for example, was no hero... I've seen his life, he was a monster, he wanted to kill billions of people. Napoleon wasn't a villain either, he was a great man with good intentions who got corrupted by his ability of Accelerated Probability, which helped him win many battles. Its all fate, but they all had something in common.
A Pivitol Point.
Each of the people I dreamed of had some pivotal point in their lives, which forever chose whether they would be good or evil, and I think that may be coming up for me soon. The Dream Manipulator at my school said I would be tested soon, or something of that nature. Maybe I'm the next in this line of great men and women from all of time... who knows??
Also, at one point recently I was assaulted by Death seemingly, and I now have a helix scar on my wrist. It stings like a bitch, mate! And the fact is, no matter what I shapeshift into, I cannot get it off! I've tried turning into dozens of people, and none of them are helix-free! This thing must have some special properties, like that Petrelli guy's face, whom I was reading about in some old files recovered from a place called Primahearst or Pinetech, or something like that... I don't know.
Well I Thought-Form Projected myself a wristband to cover the scar, so it should be invisible. Hopefully no normal people see it. If they do, I may have to move to some sucky place to hide, like Australia or something... Ha, Australia! That place doesn't even get good TV shows!
Til next time
-Damian
If you've read Cleo or Tempest's blogs, you'll know that in the past day or so (you really lose track of time when you control it) we've infiltrated building 26, visited the location known as Coyote Sands, and had a few close encounters with the man named Death. what they haven't told you, is the Behind the Scenes story...
Everytime I shut my eyes, I keep having these amazing dreams. It sounds ridiculous, but I know that they aren't just dreams. I've met Dream Manipulators before, and the dreams they give you are VERY vivid. These dreams are beyond that level of vividness...
In my dreams, I see Heroes of olden times, Khufu the great Egyptian King, BeoWulf, Takezo Kensei, Benjamin Franklin, Martin Luther King Jr.,Thor, Crazy Horse, Sacagewa, Rosa Parks, Jason of the Golden Fleece quest, all great men, but also others. Great conmen, thieves, crooks. Al Capone, Hitler, Stallin, Castro, Napoleon Bonaparte, and many more who I couldn't name. Their lives have been shown to me, the paths they took to righteousness of infamy. Its always amazing to watch them, rise and fall. But something interesting about all these men: All were special...
That's right, everyone I've been seeing in my dreams had had an ability. Electrokinesis, Rapid Cell Regeneration, Persuassion, Summoning... all different, but so the same.
I'm beginning to understand how truly connected all specials are to each other. I tried to kill Cleo and take her ability when I was the old me, and now she is one of my greatest allies, and her greatest enemy, Death, killed my adoptive aunt, which makes him mine mortal enemy aswell. The dreams have opened that up too. Takezo Kensei, for example, was no hero... I've seen his life, he was a monster, he wanted to kill billions of people. Napoleon wasn't a villain either, he was a great man with good intentions who got corrupted by his ability of Accelerated Probability, which helped him win many battles. Its all fate, but they all had something in common.
A Pivitol Point.
Each of the people I dreamed of had some pivotal point in their lives, which forever chose whether they would be good or evil, and I think that may be coming up for me soon. The Dream Manipulator at my school said I would be tested soon, or something of that nature. Maybe I'm the next in this line of great men and women from all of time... who knows??
Also, at one point recently I was assaulted by Death seemingly, and I now have a helix scar on my wrist. It stings like a bitch, mate! And the fact is, no matter what I shapeshift into, I cannot get it off! I've tried turning into dozens of people, and none of them are helix-free! This thing must have some special properties, like that Petrelli guy's face, whom I was reading about in some old files recovered from a place called Primahearst or Pinetech, or something like that... I don't know.
Well I Thought-Form Projected myself a wristband to cover the scar, so it should be invisible. Hopefully no normal people see it. If they do, I may have to move to some sucky place to hide, like Australia or something... Ha, Australia! That place doesn't even get good TV shows!
Til next time
-Damian
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Tin Can Man
So Aron is back in the world of the living, thank God! It was really good having him back, and also I had a little adventure that had some great results recently. You may be interested.
So everybody had been calling me to go meet up with Healthbar and Tempest, so I finally went. I teleported to the spot right before Tempest, and I saw him feel distaste as he recalled the phenomenon of teleporting.
He walked me through the elaborate TechPower Co. until the three of us found an empty room, which to my understanding was a storage closet of some kind. Healthbar asked me to get on my knees, insisting that I would feel less pain. The thought that she may be extracting revenge on me for what I had done to her while under John's control, but I trusted my allies more than that.
Healthbar placed her glowing hands on my head, and we both simulatanously gasped. I felt awful for an elongated moment, like my brain was being torn in two. It was as if someone were pulling at my conscience with tweezers, and pinching extra hard while doing it.
I felt a metal ooze begin toflow from my pores, like a pudding filled with painful razor filaments. Healthbar and Tempest argued about... something.... I couldn't hear them over the roaring of pain going on in my head. I would've been screaming, but my whole body felt paralyzed, stuck into place. The razor-filled gel stopped flowing form me, and I felt one funal tug, and my mind seemed to rip again, this time actually snapping into seperate sections. I felt the second part float out of my head, and then lost contact with it. I fell back slightly, and sighed as the pain began to receed.
"Geez, Healthy... I thought you were supposed to make people feel BETTER. I should cut open your scalp for making me feel that kinda of pain... Nah, just kiddin'!" I said to Healthbar, still not fully getting what happened.
"Man, you're ears bro...Dirty" I heard a small voice behind myself. I turned quickly and saw an amazing sight: A tiny, little, fully metalic Aron.
"Oh My God! Aron!" I cried out with amazement. I looked up at Healthbar and Tempest "He was really in me this whole time, existing in a state of suspended animation!" It all began to make sense. "Oh My God this is so COOL! C'mon little buddy, we're getting you BIG again!" I picked up Aron and Thought-Form Prjected myself a small pocket to keep him in.
We all raced out of the room, and I teleported to the outside of the building, having an idea. I placed Aron on the ground next to the wall.
"Whatcha doin' there?" Aron called upwards.
"Your ability," I said "Use it to absorb as much metal from this wall as you can, until you can grow to normal height. It should work, in theory."
With that, Aron placed his hands on the wall and began to use his ability. With a few seconds' passage, he began to grow, and row, and grow. Before long, he was back to his normal size, and fully metal. He pulled his hands back, and focused, trying to turn back into skin. His face and neck began to change, and slowly, so did his torso and legs, but his arms remained metal from the elbow down. He tried and tried, but couldn't change them. And with that, we hugged.
"Welcome back Armor." I said with true valiance, and then I was suddenly gone.
I looked around, and I realized I was in a dessert suddenly. How odd. I looked around, and not far from myself, a woman was standing.
"Hello Damian," she said in a melodical voice. "You're in for true pain." Then the whole world went crazy. I saw disturbing images all around me, and after about 3 seconds, the horrid visions stopped, and a whisper resounded PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN.
I looked around, and I was back in Aron's hold. What the hell had that vision been? Aron felt my disturbance, and asked me if I was okay.
"Yeah," I said, looking around. Then I teleported away.
I walked around Miami a bit now. It was full of Spring Breakers and tourists, but I was looking for something else. Food. Not literal food to eat, but a superhuman to prey on. I was hoping that I wouldn't find an innocent person with a cool ability, because I was very hungry. I don't know why, but lately my hunger has been getting greater and greater as of late.
I walked around and had no luck finding a single special person, so I simply sat on a bench and made a few fireballs in my hands, not really caring who saw. At one point a little kid came up to me with hugely visible curiosity in his eyes about my flames. I played around and made quick flashes while he looked hugely interested, until his mother ran up with true fear in her eyes, and compassion, and grabbed him away.
I sat on the bench and thought of my own mother, forced to be cooped up in a warehouse alone for the majority of this fight. Her ability could help us, I wanted her to fight with us, and I wanted to show her that I wasn't the person I used to be. But my hunger attack wasn't really helping with this.
As I sat and contemplated, something bad happened. I heard a voice behind me, a raspy man's voice. "All your money. Give me it" he was trying to use persuasion. I turned and said: "Sorry buddy, it doesn't work on me." This angered him, so he pulled out a knife and rushed at me, his other hand out stretch for my back pocket. I didn't even move, I simply telekinetically threw him against a wall.
"You know, theft is a serious sin, against the commandments you know." I said as I held him there.
"You're just ike me" he grunted "You have a power... Thought-Form Projection? What is that? Who's Maria West? She's special too!?" This guy was reading my thoughts! Telepathy, a wonderful ability, had simply jumped into my lap!
"I'm nothing like you, you're a criminal." I said coldly "I, however" I said as I raised a finger. "Am a killer." And I split his head open just like that. Then, I walked up and examined his mind. The telepathy was present in an extra lobe of the brain. I instantly started to use the power, although there weren't many more people since it was about 4 AM in the morning. Whenever a passerby walked, I read his thoughts. It felt so amazing to have this ability finally! I walked past a corner, and noticed an odd shadow, and felt an energy come from the point, an inward pulling. Someone had just teleported!
I raced to the spot where they had teleported from, hopng to see where they went, but the warp hole, although visible, was blocked off, and I couldn't understand where they had gone. What happened here? Had someone watched me? could they have fed me the exact ability I'd been wanting? So many questions, but I was probably overthinking. Maybe just another good teleporter? Who knows.
Well, I came back to TechPower Co. and found that Tempest, Cleo and Aron were all busy with some assignment. I decided to chill and post this, while I wait for Tempest. I haven't had my first TechPower Co. mission, but I surely want one. Hopefully I can get one soon?
So everybody had been calling me to go meet up with Healthbar and Tempest, so I finally went. I teleported to the spot right before Tempest, and I saw him feel distaste as he recalled the phenomenon of teleporting.
He walked me through the elaborate TechPower Co. until the three of us found an empty room, which to my understanding was a storage closet of some kind. Healthbar asked me to get on my knees, insisting that I would feel less pain. The thought that she may be extracting revenge on me for what I had done to her while under John's control, but I trusted my allies more than that.
Healthbar placed her glowing hands on my head, and we both simulatanously gasped. I felt awful for an elongated moment, like my brain was being torn in two. It was as if someone were pulling at my conscience with tweezers, and pinching extra hard while doing it.
I felt a metal ooze begin toflow from my pores, like a pudding filled with painful razor filaments. Healthbar and Tempest argued about... something.... I couldn't hear them over the roaring of pain going on in my head. I would've been screaming, but my whole body felt paralyzed, stuck into place. The razor-filled gel stopped flowing form me, and I felt one funal tug, and my mind seemed to rip again, this time actually snapping into seperate sections. I felt the second part float out of my head, and then lost contact with it. I fell back slightly, and sighed as the pain began to receed.
"Geez, Healthy... I thought you were supposed to make people feel BETTER. I should cut open your scalp for making me feel that kinda of pain... Nah, just kiddin'!" I said to Healthbar, still not fully getting what happened.
"Man, you're ears bro...Dirty" I heard a small voice behind myself. I turned quickly and saw an amazing sight: A tiny, little, fully metalic Aron.
"Oh My God! Aron!" I cried out with amazement. I looked up at Healthbar and Tempest "He was really in me this whole time, existing in a state of suspended animation!" It all began to make sense. "Oh My God this is so COOL! C'mon little buddy, we're getting you BIG again!" I picked up Aron and Thought-Form Prjected myself a small pocket to keep him in.
We all raced out of the room, and I teleported to the outside of the building, having an idea. I placed Aron on the ground next to the wall.
"Whatcha doin' there?" Aron called upwards.
"Your ability," I said "Use it to absorb as much metal from this wall as you can, until you can grow to normal height. It should work, in theory."
With that, Aron placed his hands on the wall and began to use his ability. With a few seconds' passage, he began to grow, and row, and grow. Before long, he was back to his normal size, and fully metal. He pulled his hands back, and focused, trying to turn back into skin. His face and neck began to change, and slowly, so did his torso and legs, but his arms remained metal from the elbow down. He tried and tried, but couldn't change them. And with that, we hugged.
"Welcome back Armor." I said with true valiance, and then I was suddenly gone.
I looked around, and I realized I was in a dessert suddenly. How odd. I looked around, and not far from myself, a woman was standing.
"Hello Damian," she said in a melodical voice. "You're in for true pain." Then the whole world went crazy. I saw disturbing images all around me, and after about 3 seconds, the horrid visions stopped, and a whisper resounded PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN.
I looked around, and I was back in Aron's hold. What the hell had that vision been? Aron felt my disturbance, and asked me if I was okay.
"Yeah," I said, looking around. Then I teleported away.
I walked around Miami a bit now. It was full of Spring Breakers and tourists, but I was looking for something else. Food. Not literal food to eat, but a superhuman to prey on. I was hoping that I wouldn't find an innocent person with a cool ability, because I was very hungry. I don't know why, but lately my hunger has been getting greater and greater as of late.
I walked around and had no luck finding a single special person, so I simply sat on a bench and made a few fireballs in my hands, not really caring who saw. At one point a little kid came up to me with hugely visible curiosity in his eyes about my flames. I played around and made quick flashes while he looked hugely interested, until his mother ran up with true fear in her eyes, and compassion, and grabbed him away.
I sat on the bench and thought of my own mother, forced to be cooped up in a warehouse alone for the majority of this fight. Her ability could help us, I wanted her to fight with us, and I wanted to show her that I wasn't the person I used to be. But my hunger attack wasn't really helping with this.
As I sat and contemplated, something bad happened. I heard a voice behind me, a raspy man's voice. "All your money. Give me it" he was trying to use persuasion. I turned and said: "Sorry buddy, it doesn't work on me." This angered him, so he pulled out a knife and rushed at me, his other hand out stretch for my back pocket. I didn't even move, I simply telekinetically threw him against a wall.
"You know, theft is a serious sin, against the commandments you know." I said as I held him there.
"You're just ike me" he grunted "You have a power... Thought-Form Projection? What is that? Who's Maria West? She's special too!?" This guy was reading my thoughts! Telepathy, a wonderful ability, had simply jumped into my lap!
"I'm nothing like you, you're a criminal." I said coldly "I, however" I said as I raised a finger. "Am a killer." And I split his head open just like that. Then, I walked up and examined his mind. The telepathy was present in an extra lobe of the brain. I instantly started to use the power, although there weren't many more people since it was about 4 AM in the morning. Whenever a passerby walked, I read his thoughts. It felt so amazing to have this ability finally! I walked past a corner, and noticed an odd shadow, and felt an energy come from the point, an inward pulling. Someone had just teleported!
I raced to the spot where they had teleported from, hopng to see where they went, but the warp hole, although visible, was blocked off, and I couldn't understand where they had gone. What happened here? Had someone watched me? could they have fed me the exact ability I'd been wanting? So many questions, but I was probably overthinking. Maybe just another good teleporter? Who knows.
Well, I came back to TechPower Co. and found that Tempest, Cleo and Aron were all busy with some assignment. I decided to chill and post this, while I wait for Tempest. I haven't had my first TechPower Co. mission, but I surely want one. Hopefully I can get one soon?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Deathly
Death is a scary thing to have an encounter with...
So we were in Miami, and I was explaining Trigonometry to Cleo. She had no idea how it worked, and I was contemplating finding someone with Intuitive Aptitude for her to take the ability of, but then Tempest rushed out of nowhere, panting and blabbering about... Something. I didn't really pay attantion, because a strange force caught my attention.
See, whenever a teleportation is set up around me, I can feel the energy pulling on me, and I know the coordinates from where the teleportation came from, but this was an odd feeling. It was more like a portal, tugging inward instead of pushing outward. Cleo, Tempest and I soon found ourselves fighting against Death, a guy who reminded me of the cult members from an old episode of Jackie Chan Adventures, mixed with a vampire, and not the nice Twilight variety, the cool, Transylvanian type. But this was anything but cool.
Tempest was shooting lightning bubbles, Cleo was unleashing an entire arsenal of powers, and I tried everything, lowering the temperature around him to freezing point, burning him, telekinesising his skull open, I mean EVERYTHING! The guy's rebuttal was simply to slightly move a hand, and then... immense pain.
It wasn't the same pain I got when John did his Psionic blast thing, this was more physical. I felt my muscles contract to spasm point, my chest felt like it would explode any moment now, and my bones cracked under increased pressure in my organs. It was agony, but I managed to keep myself alive a bit longer by healing.
Both Tempest and Cleo have detailed the rest of the fight in their blogs, so check those out, but something else interesting happened.
While Tempest and I were Terrakinesising those giant rocks to crush Death, I also read his memories. I was shocked to see that everything he had been doing for over a week was all that was in there. No memories beyond it. It was as if someone had wiped him clean. There was a recurring theme though, and it was "kill Tempest and Cleo, leave the other to me..."
It was just a replaying sound as I watched his memories of killing people. He was under John's control. This made me less mad at the guy, he could barely be blamed for the bad he was doing, so I decided not to kill him for sins that were not his own, and I stopped time just before the giant rocks crushed him, and made indents in the rocks so that he would be hurt, but not killed. I restarted time and Tempest and I crushed Death's legs. When we pulleed back the rocks, I saw his eyes change between purple and bronze, due to his extreme trauma from the pain. This gave me a chance to glimpse his other memories, and I became very angry when I saw one in particular. It was him stopping the brain function and heart of a Company agent with the ability to alter the aging of things. My aunt, my mother's sister.
With malice, I stuck out my finger and began to cut his skull open, but Tempest saw what I was doing and persuaded me to stop. Because of my brain control, it didn't work on me, something about persuasion not working on persuaders, but it snapped me out of my anger-induced hunger. I teleported to Cambridge before it came back.
When we arrived, I wanted to face John. I was led to his holding cell in Techpower Co. Double clones with automatic rifles were watching over him, but it didn't seem necessary. He was just curled up in a ball in one corner of his gray room. I nodded at one of the clones, and they offered to open the door, to which I refused, and just phased through the wall into John's cell.
"We're on even grounds" I began, although I doubt he even knew I was there, he truly looked insane, curled in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and murmurring "My brain-control won't work on you, and yours won't work on me. Now, you're just one clone, not base John, but you have his abilities, which means that we can use you as a punching bag, and know how to stop base you by killing you." I paused, waiting for his response. He had, none but more mumbles, including "What have I become?", "You're a monster...", and "I hate me...". I got tired of trying to reason with a mentally destroyed person, and summoned one of the double clones to clone this clone. When they were done, a regular John was standing there, although the malice in his eyes was missing. This was a good John.
"Damian..." he whispered, and then he began crying, and ran up to hug me. At first I thought it was a trap, but I felt his sincerity once we touched. I hugged back, knowing that this was sadly not going to be a happy reunion.
John stopped hugging me as soon as I had a certain though, and stepped back. He had read my thoughts. He knew what I planned to do with him, and was insanely afraid. He tried holding back my abilities, but I was too fast. I used telekinesis to hold him to a wall, and then kicked into thinking mode. I tried a few painful moves on him, but he just screamed each time, and then healed himself. Bad.
I kept on killing him in horrid ways, until finally my understanding peaked, and I found his spot. A tiny, microscopic speck in the bottom of the back of his head.
"I'm sorry John..." I said once more, and then used terrakinesis to send a large spike straight into that part of his brain. John simply let out a final grunt, and then his body went limp. I began to walk out, but continued to be bothered by the murmurring of the crazier clone, so I humanely killed him in the same way.
I walked out the door, without phasing through it. Double's clones looked troubled about what I had done to the prisoners they were watching, so I decided to wipe their minds of it. They were clones, so I could've justifiably killed them and taken their ability, but through Thought Form Projection, I already was able to clone myself and replicate object, so I let them be.
I exited the holding area, and began walking around, when I felt a presence. I turned and saw a girl floating. She looked like a ghost, but my Intuitive Aptitude quickly told me that she had a passive ability.
"Hello" I said, and she looked puzzled. "Is there something wrong?"
"You..." she stammered "Can see me? Are you a Medium, like my sister."
"Um, no" I replied. "I guess my power lets me see you, since I understand you."
"Understanding? HA! You have a stupid power!"
"Well, atleast I can turn my power off"
"Ooh, I can't wait to get in your body!" And with that she flew at me, but she crashed off my body as soon as she collided. I didn't even feel her touch. "What the hell was that?"
"Well," I said, fully understanding what had happened. "I think its because of a rule of powers, where it seems that controlling powers don't work on those with similar powers. You tried to take control of my body, but my Mind Control ability stopped you."
"What?!" She looked genuinely confused "I thought your stupid ability was understanding. How can you have TWO powers?"
"Oh," and I smirked, beginning to grow tired of this ghostly-girl. I felt the Hunger. "I have many more than two. I can show you how I get multiple powers." I grabbed her with telekinesis, which grabbed her because it was a mental force, so her ghostlyness wasn't a factor. "I grab like this, and then, pin my victims against a wall" I did as I spoke, slamming her against a wall, but realizing she could just phase through, reinforced by pushing her on both sides with TK to make her feel crushed.
"Then," I continued "I close their mouth so they won't scream, and crush them against their will. Then, when they're incapacitated, I begin to make an incision" I tried cutting her head, but all I succeded in was making her feel a crushing pain on her head, but then I had an idea. As I conitnued holding her, I pictured her better, and looked at considered what she'd look like in the flesh, and thus, used TFP to make a body that would look exactly like what she would look like, and then forced her into the body.
"I don't need a garbage power like yours," I finished, leaving only a small cut on her forehead "but I hope you'll be grateful for this body I've given you. With luck, you can project your ghostly self out of it, but use it for commonplace things. Enjoy" And I teleported away.
-Damian
So we were in Miami, and I was explaining Trigonometry to Cleo. She had no idea how it worked, and I was contemplating finding someone with Intuitive Aptitude for her to take the ability of, but then Tempest rushed out of nowhere, panting and blabbering about... Something. I didn't really pay attantion, because a strange force caught my attention.
See, whenever a teleportation is set up around me, I can feel the energy pulling on me, and I know the coordinates from where the teleportation came from, but this was an odd feeling. It was more like a portal, tugging inward instead of pushing outward. Cleo, Tempest and I soon found ourselves fighting against Death, a guy who reminded me of the cult members from an old episode of Jackie Chan Adventures, mixed with a vampire, and not the nice Twilight variety, the cool, Transylvanian type. But this was anything but cool.
Tempest was shooting lightning bubbles, Cleo was unleashing an entire arsenal of powers, and I tried everything, lowering the temperature around him to freezing point, burning him, telekinesising his skull open, I mean EVERYTHING! The guy's rebuttal was simply to slightly move a hand, and then... immense pain.
It wasn't the same pain I got when John did his Psionic blast thing, this was more physical. I felt my muscles contract to spasm point, my chest felt like it would explode any moment now, and my bones cracked under increased pressure in my organs. It was agony, but I managed to keep myself alive a bit longer by healing.
Both Tempest and Cleo have detailed the rest of the fight in their blogs, so check those out, but something else interesting happened.
While Tempest and I were Terrakinesising those giant rocks to crush Death, I also read his memories. I was shocked to see that everything he had been doing for over a week was all that was in there. No memories beyond it. It was as if someone had wiped him clean. There was a recurring theme though, and it was "kill Tempest and Cleo, leave the other to me..."
It was just a replaying sound as I watched his memories of killing people. He was under John's control. This made me less mad at the guy, he could barely be blamed for the bad he was doing, so I decided not to kill him for sins that were not his own, and I stopped time just before the giant rocks crushed him, and made indents in the rocks so that he would be hurt, but not killed. I restarted time and Tempest and I crushed Death's legs. When we pulleed back the rocks, I saw his eyes change between purple and bronze, due to his extreme trauma from the pain. This gave me a chance to glimpse his other memories, and I became very angry when I saw one in particular. It was him stopping the brain function and heart of a Company agent with the ability to alter the aging of things. My aunt, my mother's sister.
With malice, I stuck out my finger and began to cut his skull open, but Tempest saw what I was doing and persuaded me to stop. Because of my brain control, it didn't work on me, something about persuasion not working on persuaders, but it snapped me out of my anger-induced hunger. I teleported to Cambridge before it came back.
When we arrived, I wanted to face John. I was led to his holding cell in Techpower Co. Double clones with automatic rifles were watching over him, but it didn't seem necessary. He was just curled up in a ball in one corner of his gray room. I nodded at one of the clones, and they offered to open the door, to which I refused, and just phased through the wall into John's cell.
"We're on even grounds" I began, although I doubt he even knew I was there, he truly looked insane, curled in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and murmurring "My brain-control won't work on you, and yours won't work on me. Now, you're just one clone, not base John, but you have his abilities, which means that we can use you as a punching bag, and know how to stop base you by killing you." I paused, waiting for his response. He had, none but more mumbles, including "What have I become?", "You're a monster...", and "I hate me...". I got tired of trying to reason with a mentally destroyed person, and summoned one of the double clones to clone this clone. When they were done, a regular John was standing there, although the malice in his eyes was missing. This was a good John.
"Damian..." he whispered, and then he began crying, and ran up to hug me. At first I thought it was a trap, but I felt his sincerity once we touched. I hugged back, knowing that this was sadly not going to be a happy reunion.
John stopped hugging me as soon as I had a certain though, and stepped back. He had read my thoughts. He knew what I planned to do with him, and was insanely afraid. He tried holding back my abilities, but I was too fast. I used telekinesis to hold him to a wall, and then kicked into thinking mode. I tried a few painful moves on him, but he just screamed each time, and then healed himself. Bad.
I kept on killing him in horrid ways, until finally my understanding peaked, and I found his spot. A tiny, microscopic speck in the bottom of the back of his head.
"I'm sorry John..." I said once more, and then used terrakinesis to send a large spike straight into that part of his brain. John simply let out a final grunt, and then his body went limp. I began to walk out, but continued to be bothered by the murmurring of the crazier clone, so I humanely killed him in the same way.
I walked out the door, without phasing through it. Double's clones looked troubled about what I had done to the prisoners they were watching, so I decided to wipe their minds of it. They were clones, so I could've justifiably killed them and taken their ability, but through Thought Form Projection, I already was able to clone myself and replicate object, so I let them be.
I exited the holding area, and began walking around, when I felt a presence. I turned and saw a girl floating. She looked like a ghost, but my Intuitive Aptitude quickly told me that she had a passive ability.
"Hello" I said, and she looked puzzled. "Is there something wrong?"
"You..." she stammered "Can see me? Are you a Medium, like my sister."
"Um, no" I replied. "I guess my power lets me see you, since I understand you."
"Understanding? HA! You have a stupid power!"
"Well, atleast I can turn my power off"
"Ooh, I can't wait to get in your body!" And with that she flew at me, but she crashed off my body as soon as she collided. I didn't even feel her touch. "What the hell was that?"
"Well," I said, fully understanding what had happened. "I think its because of a rule of powers, where it seems that controlling powers don't work on those with similar powers. You tried to take control of my body, but my Mind Control ability stopped you."
"What?!" She looked genuinely confused "I thought your stupid ability was understanding. How can you have TWO powers?"
"Oh," and I smirked, beginning to grow tired of this ghostly-girl. I felt the Hunger. "I have many more than two. I can show you how I get multiple powers." I grabbed her with telekinesis, which grabbed her because it was a mental force, so her ghostlyness wasn't a factor. "I grab like this, and then, pin my victims against a wall" I did as I spoke, slamming her against a wall, but realizing she could just phase through, reinforced by pushing her on both sides with TK to make her feel crushed.
"Then," I continued "I close their mouth so they won't scream, and crush them against their will. Then, when they're incapacitated, I begin to make an incision" I tried cutting her head, but all I succeded in was making her feel a crushing pain on her head, but then I had an idea. As I conitnued holding her, I pictured her better, and looked at considered what she'd look like in the flesh, and thus, used TFP to make a body that would look exactly like what she would look like, and then forced her into the body.
"I don't need a garbage power like yours," I finished, leaving only a small cut on her forehead "but I hope you'll be grateful for this body I've given you. With luck, you can project your ghostly self out of it, but use it for commonplace things. Enjoy" And I teleported away.
-Damian
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mirror of Time
I don't feel like having an introduction this time, simply saying what has happened in the past few days, so without further ado, I guess I'll go.
So I teleported myself to school, and thankfully nobody saw me. Hopefully, it was gonna be a successful second day, here was hoping.
I had healed myself as best as I could, and shifted myslef to look good, but not overly good, as to attract too much attention. I walked up the steps and through the doors to my school. I decided that I may aswell enjoy every high schooler's dream, and read some minds. I still can't access the current thoughts of people, but I can see their memories, their past thoughts included. They played over them like a voice-over commentary on life.
Its interesting to see the true insecurities of people who have such hard exteriors. The tall basketball player, unsure of his sexuality. The gangsta looking popular kid that wrote poetry and believes strongly in true love. The seemingly reserved girl who has some crazy weekends. They all were interesting, but none overly. Except for one...
As I scanned the brains of passerbys, one caught my attention particularly. There was a big gap in his memories, about three years ago. Just a hole, missing information. It was interesting, maybe he had amnesia or something, and it deifnitely caught my mind. I kept reading, and found something even more interesting. He was special.
I saw his memories from his perspective, and I couldn't understand the power for a while. He walked further and further away, and I couldn't keep a link on his mind, so I trailed after him. I continued going through his conscience, but I saw no memories that were out of the ordinary, I just know that he had a power. I don't know how it was, I just seemed to have a tracker, or maybe it was a stupid hunch.
After a little while, his thoughts began to be altered. Occasionally, there was an intuition that I was following, and he was wondering a bit about me. He tried going through dificult paths, and eventually I increased our distance. Then I bended the photons around myself to make myself invisible to the naked eye, and continued reading. Now I kept reading his memories, and I could feel his emotions rising. Fear, and the feeling of being cornered. Eventually, we were in a secluded area, and I dropped my illusion, and held him in place with telekinesis.
"What are you?" I said with a bit too much hunger, as I turned him. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I faced him. His eyes were pure white, like Precog or Omni when they had a trance. "Ah, a precognitive. Wonderful." I didn't want to kill him and take his ability, since I didn't need it, but then he did something extraordinary. He lifted his hand, and I suddenly went into a trance.
I was hovering over myself. Well, not myself myself. Old myself. Damian the serial killer. He was in a room with a man of about 27 years of age. The man was glowing whitehot, he had Radiation Manipulation, like John. He kept trying to blow up, but Damian was somehow holding him back. I don't know if he had telekinesis or anything, but he, or I, suddenly put out his/my hand with the index finger and thumb pointed like a gun at the Radioactive man. He/I put down the thumb, as though he had shot a bullet, and all of a sudden, the Radioactive man's glowing scalp popped off, and Damian the killer looked at his brain. After a quick second of examining the brain, which he had illuminated with a hand that seemed to be giving off light, he stepped back and made a radioactive fireball in his hand, and smiled.
The scene quickly faded to two other superhumans being chased by Damian the killer. One was runningat superfast speed, but suddenly his feet stopped moving, and he crashed to the ground. The other's hands were glowing hard purple and gas was coming out of them. Cold-hearted Damian couldn't care less. He touched the ground, and the cement beneath the other two superhumans became liquid, and they sank in up to their necks, at which point Damian resolidified the ground. He then walked up to the speedster, and turned his hand into a knife and tore her scalp off, taking her ability, and then using it to run to the poison emmiter, to whom he melted the head of so that his entire facial muscles ad skull were visible. He then used Super-Strength to pop the brain out of the skull and take the poison power.
I continued and saw over a dozen more murders, by the end of which I felt awful. Finally, after it done, I was in a dark, foggy place. I heard distant footsteps, and the boy I had followed walked up, out of nowhere but the dark abyss that he had transported me to.
"Why did you show me that? What are you?" I asked, still freaked out by the images I had seen of myself.
"You have forgotten your horrid past. That was nowhere near all of the innocent lives you took on your power quest. You may think you have changed, but it is shown that history repeats itself, and in immortals like yourself, personal history is very important. You've killed in this manner previously, and you may think it justified to kill those who you find don't deserve their powers, but do you know that Damian Ramirez, the old you, had that same philosophy, but to such an exaggerated level that he believed that no one was worthy. You can become him again, or you can change into someone new, someone unseen. You are the only one who shapes your destiny. I have seen the future change many times before, and I know that your current path will return you to old ways. You are at the turning point, Damian West, where you are about to make choices that can provide your fate, and that of our entire species. Make the right choice." And with that, he began to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled. "Wait, please don't go! What do you mean? What is the choice?! GIVE ME ANSWERS!" I added a command, but it was useless, as the trance began to ware off, and I simply heard a resounding whisper saying 'YOU WILL KNOW'
I awoke and found that I was sitting against a wall in the corner of the school. The sound of the late bell alerted me to my surroundings a bit more, and without thinking, I teleported to a few feet from the door to first period. A few people saw, so I erased their memories.
So the rest of the day was normal, and nothing out of the ordinary happened, but today in class I needed to use my abilities just once, to avoid a serious dilemma.
Jeannie, my math partner, and I were taking a Trigonometry exam, which was easy as hell for me, but too complicated for her. She took a quick peek at my perfect test, but the teacher caught her. They had a dispute, and the teacher decided to give us both detentions. I could've managed, but I looked into Jeannie's eyes and saw extreme worry and fear, so I did what I had to do.
I turned towards the teacher, and trying to use the same mental method that I had seen John use previously, convinced her not to give us anything, simply vocalizing a single word:
"Really?"
At which point, the teacher's eyes glowed bright bronze, and she said "Nah, April Fools!" and walked off. I noticed my partener was having a bit of trouble still, so I manipulated the photons around us and recorded 3 seconds of us working, memorizing the exact pattern all the molecules had around us, and then replayed it like a video loop, so we had a sort of recorded illusion over us, and handed her my perfect paper.
She took a bit too long to finish, and I got a bit angry, pressing my fingers into the desk, and they heated up. I quickly controlled myself, but not before leaving a few small charred marks. Finally, we both finished and turned in our tests. I saw the intruige in her eyes again, so I did something nice. When everyone else left, I turned to the teacher, and commanded her:
"BE NICER TO JEANNIE PLEASE." And, I saw her eyes go slightly lighter, the same shade that passive commands should make them, and felt proud. With that, I left, and enjoyed the rest of my day.
Stay safe
-Damian
So I teleported myself to school, and thankfully nobody saw me. Hopefully, it was gonna be a successful second day, here was hoping.
I had healed myself as best as I could, and shifted myslef to look good, but not overly good, as to attract too much attention. I walked up the steps and through the doors to my school. I decided that I may aswell enjoy every high schooler's dream, and read some minds. I still can't access the current thoughts of people, but I can see their memories, their past thoughts included. They played over them like a voice-over commentary on life.
Its interesting to see the true insecurities of people who have such hard exteriors. The tall basketball player, unsure of his sexuality. The gangsta looking popular kid that wrote poetry and believes strongly in true love. The seemingly reserved girl who has some crazy weekends. They all were interesting, but none overly. Except for one...
As I scanned the brains of passerbys, one caught my attention particularly. There was a big gap in his memories, about three years ago. Just a hole, missing information. It was interesting, maybe he had amnesia or something, and it deifnitely caught my mind. I kept reading, and found something even more interesting. He was special.
I saw his memories from his perspective, and I couldn't understand the power for a while. He walked further and further away, and I couldn't keep a link on his mind, so I trailed after him. I continued going through his conscience, but I saw no memories that were out of the ordinary, I just know that he had a power. I don't know how it was, I just seemed to have a tracker, or maybe it was a stupid hunch.
After a little while, his thoughts began to be altered. Occasionally, there was an intuition that I was following, and he was wondering a bit about me. He tried going through dificult paths, and eventually I increased our distance. Then I bended the photons around myself to make myself invisible to the naked eye, and continued reading. Now I kept reading his memories, and I could feel his emotions rising. Fear, and the feeling of being cornered. Eventually, we were in a secluded area, and I dropped my illusion, and held him in place with telekinesis.
"What are you?" I said with a bit too much hunger, as I turned him. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I faced him. His eyes were pure white, like Precog or Omni when they had a trance. "Ah, a precognitive. Wonderful." I didn't want to kill him and take his ability, since I didn't need it, but then he did something extraordinary. He lifted his hand, and I suddenly went into a trance.
I was hovering over myself. Well, not myself myself. Old myself. Damian the serial killer. He was in a room with a man of about 27 years of age. The man was glowing whitehot, he had Radiation Manipulation, like John. He kept trying to blow up, but Damian was somehow holding him back. I don't know if he had telekinesis or anything, but he, or I, suddenly put out his/my hand with the index finger and thumb pointed like a gun at the Radioactive man. He/I put down the thumb, as though he had shot a bullet, and all of a sudden, the Radioactive man's glowing scalp popped off, and Damian the killer looked at his brain. After a quick second of examining the brain, which he had illuminated with a hand that seemed to be giving off light, he stepped back and made a radioactive fireball in his hand, and smiled.
The scene quickly faded to two other superhumans being chased by Damian the killer. One was runningat superfast speed, but suddenly his feet stopped moving, and he crashed to the ground. The other's hands were glowing hard purple and gas was coming out of them. Cold-hearted Damian couldn't care less. He touched the ground, and the cement beneath the other two superhumans became liquid, and they sank in up to their necks, at which point Damian resolidified the ground. He then walked up to the speedster, and turned his hand into a knife and tore her scalp off, taking her ability, and then using it to run to the poison emmiter, to whom he melted the head of so that his entire facial muscles ad skull were visible. He then used Super-Strength to pop the brain out of the skull and take the poison power.
I continued and saw over a dozen more murders, by the end of which I felt awful. Finally, after it done, I was in a dark, foggy place. I heard distant footsteps, and the boy I had followed walked up, out of nowhere but the dark abyss that he had transported me to.
"Why did you show me that? What are you?" I asked, still freaked out by the images I had seen of myself.
"You have forgotten your horrid past. That was nowhere near all of the innocent lives you took on your power quest. You may think you have changed, but it is shown that history repeats itself, and in immortals like yourself, personal history is very important. You've killed in this manner previously, and you may think it justified to kill those who you find don't deserve their powers, but do you know that Damian Ramirez, the old you, had that same philosophy, but to such an exaggerated level that he believed that no one was worthy. You can become him again, or you can change into someone new, someone unseen. You are the only one who shapes your destiny. I have seen the future change many times before, and I know that your current path will return you to old ways. You are at the turning point, Damian West, where you are about to make choices that can provide your fate, and that of our entire species. Make the right choice." And with that, he began to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled. "Wait, please don't go! What do you mean? What is the choice?! GIVE ME ANSWERS!" I added a command, but it was useless, as the trance began to ware off, and I simply heard a resounding whisper saying 'YOU WILL KNOW'
I awoke and found that I was sitting against a wall in the corner of the school. The sound of the late bell alerted me to my surroundings a bit more, and without thinking, I teleported to a few feet from the door to first period. A few people saw, so I erased their memories.
So the rest of the day was normal, and nothing out of the ordinary happened, but today in class I needed to use my abilities just once, to avoid a serious dilemma.
Jeannie, my math partner, and I were taking a Trigonometry exam, which was easy as hell for me, but too complicated for her. She took a quick peek at my perfect test, but the teacher caught her. They had a dispute, and the teacher decided to give us both detentions. I could've managed, but I looked into Jeannie's eyes and saw extreme worry and fear, so I did what I had to do.
I turned towards the teacher, and trying to use the same mental method that I had seen John use previously, convinced her not to give us anything, simply vocalizing a single word:
"Really?"
At which point, the teacher's eyes glowed bright bronze, and she said "Nah, April Fools!" and walked off. I noticed my partener was having a bit of trouble still, so I manipulated the photons around us and recorded 3 seconds of us working, memorizing the exact pattern all the molecules had around us, and then replayed it like a video loop, so we had a sort of recorded illusion over us, and handed her my perfect paper.
She took a bit too long to finish, and I got a bit angry, pressing my fingers into the desk, and they heated up. I quickly controlled myself, but not before leaving a few small charred marks. Finally, we both finished and turned in our tests. I saw the intruige in her eyes again, so I did something nice. When everyone else left, I turned to the teacher, and commanded her:
"BE NICER TO JEANNIE PLEASE." And, I saw her eyes go slightly lighter, the same shade that passive commands should make them, and felt proud. With that, I left, and enjoyed the rest of my day.
Stay safe
-Damian
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