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.