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
Monday, March 23, 2009
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
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