City of Fights

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

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

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

High School, Day 1

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

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

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

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

Stay safe
-Damian

Welcome to Miami

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

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

As always, stay safe
-Damian

Redemption

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

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

-Damian

Animal I've Become Part 2

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

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

As always, stay safe
-Damian

Animal I've Become...

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

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

Procedure

I was appauled when I heard that my friend Jorge had been killed. I barely spent time with him, but we shared minds once, and it was like we had a link between us, a form of intimacy. Along with that, Jorge had the most powerful power out there, reality warping, and through that he had basically every power. I'm so surprised that Amelia was able to copy his ability empathically, and also that Cleo was able to get in his head. I guess I underestimated them too much.
So now John had made me lose yet another friend, one that knew me, quite literally, better than I knew myself, due to him having probed my mind completely once. I now have more incentive to kill him, and now I'm sure that I'm going to take his ability, so that I can convince Amelia to bring back Jorge, and then make her go to Cleo so that she may have her revenge. I always help those who help me.
I've been thinking alot, and I believe I may know a way to defeat John. Do to Tempest's previous wards, I'm almost positive that John cannot read this, lest he has a technopath on his side, which is very likely.

So there we were, I was watching everything unfold on a plasma screen TV that Tempest had set up to watch from a camera held by a clone of double. Lined up were about 30 or 40 gray looking people, most of which were British characters that I had never in my life heard of, along with tigers, lions, bears, foxes and horses. It looked liked something out of The Chronicles of Narnia By C.S. Lewis. Doolittle, Playwrite and Evan were the obvious faces amongst the crowd, and I knew that our new recruits were there aswell. The sound was cut off in the video, so that John's command wouldn't somehow make it through to them. Now it was time to execute my plan.
It was simple, really. Using Thought-Form Projection I created a chair, then sat my body down, and again used TFP to send my mind out of my body, like a floating ghost, leaving my body a shell. I had only left my body once before, so it was an interesting experience. I had most of my abilities while in this ghostly form, I just couldn't be seen nor heard, which was a plus. I teleported to the location of the troops, and floated amongst them. They were tracking John, and had basically backed him into a corner in Australia. A mansion was infront of us, looking out of place in the desert-area. Lush rainforest filled the area about 500 feet outward from the enormous house, and there was a wonderful driveway, filled with expensive vehicles, including everything from Ferraris and Maseratis, to tanks and Fighter-Jets. Our plan of action was simple: RAID!
We all rushed, screaming battle cries. I simply hovered as a ghost, unnoticed. My plan was about to unfold. I watched an amazing battle below, and helped secretly with pyrokinesis and telekinesis and all my other kinesi, as often as I could. At one point, I saw a huge looking buff guy with bronze eyes (he wasn't an EH though, just strong) rush at Doolittle. I made an Earth-spike to kill him, but Doolittle's Siberian Tiger jumped on the guy, and I accidentally impaled him. Dozens upon dozens of security-type guys were everywhere, and a few looked quite alot like some wrestlers I had seen on TV. I'm amazed that the losses were so minimal in the fight, just a few dead statues and animals. I soon grew bored of hovering, and knew my team could win alone without my presence. Time for phase 2.
I floated into John's office, and among him were several big dudes. He knew the fight was downstairs. He began yelling commands at each guard, and I muted the world around myself so that I would be unaffected. When he was done, each left. Now there was another person I hadn't seen before, a young boy. He fit the description of someone I knew only from others' memories: Pete. Indeed, John captured Pete, and had begun using him already. I hovered infront of John, and was shocked that I could overcome his commands while ghostly. I saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes. One of the main was power, he felt big, invincible. I would've probed his mind to see what abilities he took, but I had a fear of being caught. Now he was pretty vulnerable, so it was the best time to execute my plan.
I made a clone of myself in the room, and John saw it. He simply smiled without worry, waiting for my clone to kill itself. After a moment, he showed intruige, and commanded the clone to commit suicide, but because the clone had no mind of its own, it didn't have to obey. At this, I TKed his mouth shut, and manifested my soul in the clone's body.
John's eyes reflected extreme worry, and fear. I kept a strong grip upon his mouth, so that he couldn't control me or anyone else. Battle sounds from the outside hall raged, but I couldn't care less. It was vengence time.
"John." I said calmly "You killed two of my friends, and manipulated me into doing your dirty work. You made pawns of everyone around you, and the fact is...you're my friend. I know that this ability is corrupting your mind. I want there to be a way to save you, but I can understand that there isn't anyway. You have to pay for your sins. I want your to suffer in horrid ways." I felt the hunger again, I wanted his power, but not yet. First I made him dance, like a puppet, with telekinesis. I continued by burning him and freezing him, like he made me do to Healthbar. Next I teleported us to a tall building, and threw him out the window, stopping him right before he touched the ground. I loved the feeling of making him suffer. I teleported back to his office in the mansion, and began to cut his skull, feeling proud. At this point, the rest of the guys rushed into the room, and were shocked to see me there.
I was focusing completely on killing John, and let go of his mouth for a moment. It was a stupid mistake. At the last second, he screamed:
"LET ME LIVE ON!" I disregarded the comand, and cut open his skull completely, however, the command wasn't directed at me. Before I inspected John's mind for his power, I heard a clap from behind me, but I disregarded it. I looked at his brain, and quickly understood his power. I was sure I had it now. I smiled, and turned to my group, only to see John rushing down the hallway, along with Double.
Double had made a clone of John...

Well, I haven't tested it out yet, but I think I have John's power. I know what I'm gonna do with it... I'm gonna find Amelia, but John is still out there, and now he has Double on his side, so he could have tons of clones now, that are ways of him avoiding death.
I'm coming back now.
-Damian