Death is a scary thing to have an encounter with...
So we were in Miami, and I was explaining Trigonometry to Cleo. She had no idea how it worked, and I was contemplating finding someone with Intuitive Aptitude for her to take the ability of, but then Tempest rushed out of nowhere, panting and blabbering about... Something. I didn't really pay attantion, because a strange force caught my attention.
See, whenever a teleportation is set up around me, I can feel the energy pulling on me, and I know the coordinates from where the teleportation came from, but this was an odd feeling. It was more like a portal, tugging inward instead of pushing outward. Cleo, Tempest and I soon found ourselves fighting against Death, a guy who reminded me of the cult members from an old episode of Jackie Chan Adventures, mixed with a vampire, and not the nice Twilight variety, the cool, Transylvanian type. But this was anything but cool.
Tempest was shooting lightning bubbles, Cleo was unleashing an entire arsenal of powers, and I tried everything, lowering the temperature around him to freezing point, burning him, telekinesising his skull open, I mean EVERYTHING! The guy's rebuttal was simply to slightly move a hand, and then... immense pain.
It wasn't the same pain I got when John did his Psionic blast thing, this was more physical. I felt my muscles contract to spasm point, my chest felt like it would explode any moment now, and my bones cracked under increased pressure in my organs. It was agony, but I managed to keep myself alive a bit longer by healing.
Both Tempest and Cleo have detailed the rest of the fight in their blogs, so check those out, but something else interesting happened.
While Tempest and I were Terrakinesising those giant rocks to crush Death, I also read his memories. I was shocked to see that everything he had been doing for over a week was all that was in there. No memories beyond it. It was as if someone had wiped him clean. There was a recurring theme though, and it was "kill Tempest and Cleo, leave the other to me..."
It was just a replaying sound as I watched his memories of killing people. He was under John's control. This made me less mad at the guy, he could barely be blamed for the bad he was doing, so I decided not to kill him for sins that were not his own, and I stopped time just before the giant rocks crushed him, and made indents in the rocks so that he would be hurt, but not killed. I restarted time and Tempest and I crushed Death's legs. When we pulleed back the rocks, I saw his eyes change between purple and bronze, due to his extreme trauma from the pain. This gave me a chance to glimpse his other memories, and I became very angry when I saw one in particular. It was him stopping the brain function and heart of a Company agent with the ability to alter the aging of things. My aunt, my mother's sister.
With malice, I stuck out my finger and began to cut his skull open, but Tempest saw what I was doing and persuaded me to stop. Because of my brain control, it didn't work on me, something about persuasion not working on persuaders, but it snapped me out of my anger-induced hunger. I teleported to Cambridge before it came back.
When we arrived, I wanted to face John. I was led to his holding cell in Techpower Co. Double clones with automatic rifles were watching over him, but it didn't seem necessary. He was just curled up in a ball in one corner of his gray room. I nodded at one of the clones, and they offered to open the door, to which I refused, and just phased through the wall into John's cell.
"We're on even grounds" I began, although I doubt he even knew I was there, he truly looked insane, curled in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and murmurring "My brain-control won't work on you, and yours won't work on me. Now, you're just one clone, not base John, but you have his abilities, which means that we can use you as a punching bag, and know how to stop base you by killing you." I paused, waiting for his response. He had, none but more mumbles, including "What have I become?", "You're a monster...", and "I hate me...". I got tired of trying to reason with a mentally destroyed person, and summoned one of the double clones to clone this clone. When they were done, a regular John was standing there, although the malice in his eyes was missing. This was a good John.
"Damian..." he whispered, and then he began crying, and ran up to hug me. At first I thought it was a trap, but I felt his sincerity once we touched. I hugged back, knowing that this was sadly not going to be a happy reunion.
John stopped hugging me as soon as I had a certain though, and stepped back. He had read my thoughts. He knew what I planned to do with him, and was insanely afraid. He tried holding back my abilities, but I was too fast. I used telekinesis to hold him to a wall, and then kicked into thinking mode. I tried a few painful moves on him, but he just screamed each time, and then healed himself. Bad.
I kept on killing him in horrid ways, until finally my understanding peaked, and I found his spot. A tiny, microscopic speck in the bottom of the back of his head.
"I'm sorry John..." I said once more, and then used terrakinesis to send a large spike straight into that part of his brain. John simply let out a final grunt, and then his body went limp. I began to walk out, but continued to be bothered by the murmurring of the crazier clone, so I humanely killed him in the same way.
I walked out the door, without phasing through it. Double's clones looked troubled about what I had done to the prisoners they were watching, so I decided to wipe their minds of it. They were clones, so I could've justifiably killed them and taken their ability, but through Thought Form Projection, I already was able to clone myself and replicate object, so I let them be.
I exited the holding area, and began walking around, when I felt a presence. I turned and saw a girl floating. She looked like a ghost, but my Intuitive Aptitude quickly told me that she had a passive ability.
"Hello" I said, and she looked puzzled. "Is there something wrong?"
"You..." she stammered "Can see me? Are you a Medium, like my sister."
"Um, no" I replied. "I guess my power lets me see you, since I understand you."
"Understanding? HA! You have a stupid power!"
"Well, atleast I can turn my power off"
"Ooh, I can't wait to get in your body!" And with that she flew at me, but she crashed off my body as soon as she collided. I didn't even feel her touch. "What the hell was that?"
"Well," I said, fully understanding what had happened. "I think its because of a rule of powers, where it seems that controlling powers don't work on those with similar powers. You tried to take control of my body, but my Mind Control ability stopped you."
"What?!" She looked genuinely confused "I thought your stupid ability was understanding. How can you have TWO powers?"
"Oh," and I smirked, beginning to grow tired of this ghostly-girl. I felt the Hunger. "I have many more than two. I can show you how I get multiple powers." I grabbed her with telekinesis, which grabbed her because it was a mental force, so her ghostlyness wasn't a factor. "I grab like this, and then, pin my victims against a wall" I did as I spoke, slamming her against a wall, but realizing she could just phase through, reinforced by pushing her on both sides with TK to make her feel crushed.
"Then," I continued "I close their mouth so they won't scream, and crush them against their will. Then, when they're incapacitated, I begin to make an incision" I tried cutting her head, but all I succeded in was making her feel a crushing pain on her head, but then I had an idea. As I conitnued holding her, I pictured her better, and looked at considered what she'd look like in the flesh, and thus, used TFP to make a body that would look exactly like what she would look like, and then forced her into the body.
"I don't need a garbage power like yours," I finished, leaving only a small cut on her forehead "but I hope you'll be grateful for this body I've given you. With luck, you can project your ghostly self out of it, but use it for commonplace things. Enjoy" And I teleported away.
-Damian
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mirror of Time
I don't feel like having an introduction this time, simply saying what has happened in the past few days, so without further ado, I guess I'll go.
So I teleported myself to school, and thankfully nobody saw me. Hopefully, it was gonna be a successful second day, here was hoping.
I had healed myself as best as I could, and shifted myslef to look good, but not overly good, as to attract too much attention. I walked up the steps and through the doors to my school. I decided that I may aswell enjoy every high schooler's dream, and read some minds. I still can't access the current thoughts of people, but I can see their memories, their past thoughts included. They played over them like a voice-over commentary on life.
Its interesting to see the true insecurities of people who have such hard exteriors. The tall basketball player, unsure of his sexuality. The gangsta looking popular kid that wrote poetry and believes strongly in true love. The seemingly reserved girl who has some crazy weekends. They all were interesting, but none overly. Except for one...
As I scanned the brains of passerbys, one caught my attention particularly. There was a big gap in his memories, about three years ago. Just a hole, missing information. It was interesting, maybe he had amnesia or something, and it deifnitely caught my mind. I kept reading, and found something even more interesting. He was special.
I saw his memories from his perspective, and I couldn't understand the power for a while. He walked further and further away, and I couldn't keep a link on his mind, so I trailed after him. I continued going through his conscience, but I saw no memories that were out of the ordinary, I just know that he had a power. I don't know how it was, I just seemed to have a tracker, or maybe it was a stupid hunch.
After a little while, his thoughts began to be altered. Occasionally, there was an intuition that I was following, and he was wondering a bit about me. He tried going through dificult paths, and eventually I increased our distance. Then I bended the photons around myself to make myself invisible to the naked eye, and continued reading. Now I kept reading his memories, and I could feel his emotions rising. Fear, and the feeling of being cornered. Eventually, we were in a secluded area, and I dropped my illusion, and held him in place with telekinesis.
"What are you?" I said with a bit too much hunger, as I turned him. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I faced him. His eyes were pure white, like Precog or Omni when they had a trance. "Ah, a precognitive. Wonderful." I didn't want to kill him and take his ability, since I didn't need it, but then he did something extraordinary. He lifted his hand, and I suddenly went into a trance.
I was hovering over myself. Well, not myself myself. Old myself. Damian the serial killer. He was in a room with a man of about 27 years of age. The man was glowing whitehot, he had Radiation Manipulation, like John. He kept trying to blow up, but Damian was somehow holding him back. I don't know if he had telekinesis or anything, but he, or I, suddenly put out his/my hand with the index finger and thumb pointed like a gun at the Radioactive man. He/I put down the thumb, as though he had shot a bullet, and all of a sudden, the Radioactive man's glowing scalp popped off, and Damian the killer looked at his brain. After a quick second of examining the brain, which he had illuminated with a hand that seemed to be giving off light, he stepped back and made a radioactive fireball in his hand, and smiled.
The scene quickly faded to two other superhumans being chased by Damian the killer. One was runningat superfast speed, but suddenly his feet stopped moving, and he crashed to the ground. The other's hands were glowing hard purple and gas was coming out of them. Cold-hearted Damian couldn't care less. He touched the ground, and the cement beneath the other two superhumans became liquid, and they sank in up to their necks, at which point Damian resolidified the ground. He then walked up to the speedster, and turned his hand into a knife and tore her scalp off, taking her ability, and then using it to run to the poison emmiter, to whom he melted the head of so that his entire facial muscles ad skull were visible. He then used Super-Strength to pop the brain out of the skull and take the poison power.
I continued and saw over a dozen more murders, by the end of which I felt awful. Finally, after it done, I was in a dark, foggy place. I heard distant footsteps, and the boy I had followed walked up, out of nowhere but the dark abyss that he had transported me to.
"Why did you show me that? What are you?" I asked, still freaked out by the images I had seen of myself.
"You have forgotten your horrid past. That was nowhere near all of the innocent lives you took on your power quest. You may think you have changed, but it is shown that history repeats itself, and in immortals like yourself, personal history is very important. You've killed in this manner previously, and you may think it justified to kill those who you find don't deserve their powers, but do you know that Damian Ramirez, the old you, had that same philosophy, but to such an exaggerated level that he believed that no one was worthy. You can become him again, or you can change into someone new, someone unseen. You are the only one who shapes your destiny. I have seen the future change many times before, and I know that your current path will return you to old ways. You are at the turning point, Damian West, where you are about to make choices that can provide your fate, and that of our entire species. Make the right choice." And with that, he began to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled. "Wait, please don't go! What do you mean? What is the choice?! GIVE ME ANSWERS!" I added a command, but it was useless, as the trance began to ware off, and I simply heard a resounding whisper saying 'YOU WILL KNOW'
I awoke and found that I was sitting against a wall in the corner of the school. The sound of the late bell alerted me to my surroundings a bit more, and without thinking, I teleported to a few feet from the door to first period. A few people saw, so I erased their memories.
So the rest of the day was normal, and nothing out of the ordinary happened, but today in class I needed to use my abilities just once, to avoid a serious dilemma.
Jeannie, my math partner, and I were taking a Trigonometry exam, which was easy as hell for me, but too complicated for her. She took a quick peek at my perfect test, but the teacher caught her. They had a dispute, and the teacher decided to give us both detentions. I could've managed, but I looked into Jeannie's eyes and saw extreme worry and fear, so I did what I had to do.
I turned towards the teacher, and trying to use the same mental method that I had seen John use previously, convinced her not to give us anything, simply vocalizing a single word:
"Really?"
At which point, the teacher's eyes glowed bright bronze, and she said "Nah, April Fools!" and walked off. I noticed my partener was having a bit of trouble still, so I manipulated the photons around us and recorded 3 seconds of us working, memorizing the exact pattern all the molecules had around us, and then replayed it like a video loop, so we had a sort of recorded illusion over us, and handed her my perfect paper.
She took a bit too long to finish, and I got a bit angry, pressing my fingers into the desk, and they heated up. I quickly controlled myself, but not before leaving a few small charred marks. Finally, we both finished and turned in our tests. I saw the intruige in her eyes again, so I did something nice. When everyone else left, I turned to the teacher, and commanded her:
"BE NICER TO JEANNIE PLEASE." And, I saw her eyes go slightly lighter, the same shade that passive commands should make them, and felt proud. With that, I left, and enjoyed the rest of my day.
Stay safe
-Damian
So I teleported myself to school, and thankfully nobody saw me. Hopefully, it was gonna be a successful second day, here was hoping.
I had healed myself as best as I could, and shifted myslef to look good, but not overly good, as to attract too much attention. I walked up the steps and through the doors to my school. I decided that I may aswell enjoy every high schooler's dream, and read some minds. I still can't access the current thoughts of people, but I can see their memories, their past thoughts included. They played over them like a voice-over commentary on life.
Its interesting to see the true insecurities of people who have such hard exteriors. The tall basketball player, unsure of his sexuality. The gangsta looking popular kid that wrote poetry and believes strongly in true love. The seemingly reserved girl who has some crazy weekends. They all were interesting, but none overly. Except for one...
As I scanned the brains of passerbys, one caught my attention particularly. There was a big gap in his memories, about three years ago. Just a hole, missing information. It was interesting, maybe he had amnesia or something, and it deifnitely caught my mind. I kept reading, and found something even more interesting. He was special.
I saw his memories from his perspective, and I couldn't understand the power for a while. He walked further and further away, and I couldn't keep a link on his mind, so I trailed after him. I continued going through his conscience, but I saw no memories that were out of the ordinary, I just know that he had a power. I don't know how it was, I just seemed to have a tracker, or maybe it was a stupid hunch.
After a little while, his thoughts began to be altered. Occasionally, there was an intuition that I was following, and he was wondering a bit about me. He tried going through dificult paths, and eventually I increased our distance. Then I bended the photons around myself to make myself invisible to the naked eye, and continued reading. Now I kept reading his memories, and I could feel his emotions rising. Fear, and the feeling of being cornered. Eventually, we were in a secluded area, and I dropped my illusion, and held him in place with telekinesis.
"What are you?" I said with a bit too much hunger, as I turned him. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I faced him. His eyes were pure white, like Precog or Omni when they had a trance. "Ah, a precognitive. Wonderful." I didn't want to kill him and take his ability, since I didn't need it, but then he did something extraordinary. He lifted his hand, and I suddenly went into a trance.
I was hovering over myself. Well, not myself myself. Old myself. Damian the serial killer. He was in a room with a man of about 27 years of age. The man was glowing whitehot, he had Radiation Manipulation, like John. He kept trying to blow up, but Damian was somehow holding him back. I don't know if he had telekinesis or anything, but he, or I, suddenly put out his/my hand with the index finger and thumb pointed like a gun at the Radioactive man. He/I put down the thumb, as though he had shot a bullet, and all of a sudden, the Radioactive man's glowing scalp popped off, and Damian the killer looked at his brain. After a quick second of examining the brain, which he had illuminated with a hand that seemed to be giving off light, he stepped back and made a radioactive fireball in his hand, and smiled.
The scene quickly faded to two other superhumans being chased by Damian the killer. One was runningat superfast speed, but suddenly his feet stopped moving, and he crashed to the ground. The other's hands were glowing hard purple and gas was coming out of them. Cold-hearted Damian couldn't care less. He touched the ground, and the cement beneath the other two superhumans became liquid, and they sank in up to their necks, at which point Damian resolidified the ground. He then walked up to the speedster, and turned his hand into a knife and tore her scalp off, taking her ability, and then using it to run to the poison emmiter, to whom he melted the head of so that his entire facial muscles ad skull were visible. He then used Super-Strength to pop the brain out of the skull and take the poison power.
I continued and saw over a dozen more murders, by the end of which I felt awful. Finally, after it done, I was in a dark, foggy place. I heard distant footsteps, and the boy I had followed walked up, out of nowhere but the dark abyss that he had transported me to.
"Why did you show me that? What are you?" I asked, still freaked out by the images I had seen of myself.
"You have forgotten your horrid past. That was nowhere near all of the innocent lives you took on your power quest. You may think you have changed, but it is shown that history repeats itself, and in immortals like yourself, personal history is very important. You've killed in this manner previously, and you may think it justified to kill those who you find don't deserve their powers, but do you know that Damian Ramirez, the old you, had that same philosophy, but to such an exaggerated level that he believed that no one was worthy. You can become him again, or you can change into someone new, someone unseen. You are the only one who shapes your destiny. I have seen the future change many times before, and I know that your current path will return you to old ways. You are at the turning point, Damian West, where you are about to make choices that can provide your fate, and that of our entire species. Make the right choice." And with that, he began to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled. "Wait, please don't go! What do you mean? What is the choice?! GIVE ME ANSWERS!" I added a command, but it was useless, as the trance began to ware off, and I simply heard a resounding whisper saying 'YOU WILL KNOW'
I awoke and found that I was sitting against a wall in the corner of the school. The sound of the late bell alerted me to my surroundings a bit more, and without thinking, I teleported to a few feet from the door to first period. A few people saw, so I erased their memories.
So the rest of the day was normal, and nothing out of the ordinary happened, but today in class I needed to use my abilities just once, to avoid a serious dilemma.
Jeannie, my math partner, and I were taking a Trigonometry exam, which was easy as hell for me, but too complicated for her. She took a quick peek at my perfect test, but the teacher caught her. They had a dispute, and the teacher decided to give us both detentions. I could've managed, but I looked into Jeannie's eyes and saw extreme worry and fear, so I did what I had to do.
I turned towards the teacher, and trying to use the same mental method that I had seen John use previously, convinced her not to give us anything, simply vocalizing a single word:
"Really?"
At which point, the teacher's eyes glowed bright bronze, and she said "Nah, April Fools!" and walked off. I noticed my partener was having a bit of trouble still, so I manipulated the photons around us and recorded 3 seconds of us working, memorizing the exact pattern all the molecules had around us, and then replayed it like a video loop, so we had a sort of recorded illusion over us, and handed her my perfect paper.
She took a bit too long to finish, and I got a bit angry, pressing my fingers into the desk, and they heated up. I quickly controlled myself, but not before leaving a few small charred marks. Finally, we both finished and turned in our tests. I saw the intruige in her eyes again, so I did something nice. When everyone else left, I turned to the teacher, and commanded her:
"BE NICER TO JEANNIE PLEASE." And, I saw her eyes go slightly lighter, the same shade that passive commands should make them, and felt proud. With that, I left, and enjoyed the rest of my day.
Stay safe
-Damian
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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
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
Monday, March 30, 2009
High School, Day 1
Today was an interesting day. Having Intuitive Aptitude makes school so much easier, and paying attention overrides the ADD I had before I manifested. It was so easy that I'm considering making myself older and making everyone forget me and going to college. Maybe even that'll be too easy, but ofcourse high school is insanely interesting.
So I showed up to a high school this morning, I remembered that once my friend Max and I had played football in the field there on a weekend when we were fifth graders. Good, simple times. I TFPed a simple car, one that didn't attract much attention. I took on my original form, or as close to it as I remembered. I'd altered my form so many times that I practically forgot myself, and its odd to forget what you look like in just a month...
I walked through, and had my classes layed out for me. French AP first period, then World History, and in no particular order, Chemistry, Geometrey, Psychology and PE. Wonderful schedule. First period breezed by. I had to write an essay in French. 100%+. AP is the perfect class for an Omnilinguist like myself. Next up, History. Damn the kids are odd. I scanned everyone in all my classes. I can't read their thoughts, but I can see their memories, their desires. Nobody special, nobody out of the ordinary. Just regular people. The fact was, at any moment, I could've altered probability and made one of them have a fate wherein they strike oil or gold, or get mugged after turning to alchoholism. Its so much power to have.
Anyway, the whole day was pretty boring, except for one class which truly interested me. Geometry. By the time I had this class, I had heard everything people said about me. Sometimes I'd stop time and read their texts, or read their memories. Always they'd be intruiged by my quietness, and how aloof and to myself I was. That wasn't normal me, but I can't attract too much attention, lest the Government get involved. Then hundreds of kids would know of the kidnapping organization led by Danko. Wouldn't that be a treat?
Anyway, the principal walked me into class, and told the Geometrey teacher, a stuck-up old white woman who reminds me of a witch, what with her white-blonde hair and odd glasses, my bio. I had commited it to memory. Damian Grey, transfer from Colorado after having moved between america and France my entire life. Believeable enough, and if not, I can alter people's memories.
As I walked in, some kid, Charlie or something, spat his gum at me. automatic thinking mode. CRAP! I thought, but I had to avoid the gum, lest people talk worse about me. I looked quickly at it, and stepped back. When it was before my face, I stopped time, and froze it to shattering point in midair. Afterwards, I melted the floating frostball and and restarted time. The kid kinda freaked after seeing that.
Anyway, I sat down next to this girl, Jeannie I believe. The class murmurred a bit, and then the teacher calmed them down, yelling specifically at this guy named Bernie and another group of kids. She began explaining Trigonometry, but was doing it all wrong. I would've corrected her, but I had to remember to not draw attention.
I spent the period scanning each kid, just a glance told me alot about them. A second quick glance, and a little thought, and I saw their histories and desires. Very interesting. I realized that Jeannie was staring at me, but I disregarded her. Eventually, she began talking about the lesson. I explained it to her, but used big words. She was confused, and left me alone a bit. After a while, she watched me more, as I worked out the complicated problems that everyone needed calculators for in my head.
"Why are you staring at me?" I mumbled, more to the 3 on my paper than to her really. She simply sat dumbfoundedly for a moment and said
"You work really fast."
I didn't know how to answer, and I don't know why, but I went into autothinking mode. I considered an ambiguous response carefully, and finally responded:
"I do what I have to." Trying to add as much mystery to it as I could. I loved the look of intruige in her eyes. I gazed into them, very lovely eyes at that, reading her every emotion. People say the eye is the portal to the mind. No one can relate to it better than myself. After a while I felt her discomfort, and returned to my work. I hope I didn't scare her, she seemed like a nice girl.
When the bell rang, her and a girl with ginger-coloured hair walked out together. I sent out my mind from my body and listened to their conversation. They were gossiping about me, and the ginger was only interested in getting the "dish" on me, while I saw true intrest in Jeannie's eyes. It was nice.
The day went slowly, and thankfully I had lunch. I Thought Form Projected my own soda, but bought a pizza from the school. It was delicious, considering I hadn't had pizza in over a month.
The majority of Miami's population is multilingual, and many refugees from Cuba come to Miami, but they don't learn English. I'd heard them referred to as "refs" for many years. Well, while I sat and enjoyed my seemingly gourmet meal, one such "ref" came up to me and started asking me questions, all in rapidfire Spanish. Ofcourse, even without Omnilingualism I spoke Spanish, but it definitely helped a bit. I answered genuinely, and saw that he had a want to humilate me in his eyes. Refs always have in my day. Eventually, I let my emotions get the better of me, and I commanded, in Spanish:
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Then to enforce it, I telekinetically controlled his body so that he walked back to his idiotic friends. Damn it was stupid, as many stared at how powerful I had been, but aparrently my command caught with many Spanish-speakers around myself, and they left me be. I found myself secluded once more. Oh the ginger-girl and Jeannie were gonna have a ball chatting about that one.
The rest of the day seemed to breeze by, and I definitely heard more rumors about myself. When I got home, I decided to change the crappy Toyota I had Thought-Form Projected to go to and from school in into a Ferrari, and altered myself a smidge. I enjoyed the Miami streets, until traffic hit, at which point I teleported the car and myself to a parking garage in New York City, where I left it, and then spent the rest of 20 minutes completing homework. It felt good to have something on my mind besides John, and supervillains.
Well one more interesting thing happened today. I ran into an old friend. I was enjoying a chocolate cake (yeah, I stole it with Persuasion) when who else but Jorge comes up to me! Jorge, the reality warper! We shared a strong mental link, and I automatically knew his intentions to be good ones. He sat next to me, and Reality Warped us some good eats. I said I was full, but he changed that.
He talked to me, and told me about how awful it was to have been under John's control, and later under Mia's. He was a puppet, until Mia and John No1 died and he was free at last. However, he also said that his power had been severelly weakened lately, by Mia who shot Supercharged Black Lightning at him, lowering his ability to god knows what level, although he still did amazing things. From what I saw he has weak reality warping, Thought-Form Projection, Enhanced Memory and Telepathy, as well as Teleportation. Besides that I haven't seen him do anything. He's come to live in Miami, trying to keep the government away. He made a friend who is a Technopath. Its Rebel. Together, they are trying to end the fight against us, like Che Gueverra, although he led a Revolution, and this was a Rebellion.
Jorge and I are still together now, and we're planning on staying up all night and partying at some awesome clubs. I really hope he can Reality Warp away me being tired tomorrow morning O.o
Stay safe
-Damian
So I showed up to a high school this morning, I remembered that once my friend Max and I had played football in the field there on a weekend when we were fifth graders. Good, simple times. I TFPed a simple car, one that didn't attract much attention. I took on my original form, or as close to it as I remembered. I'd altered my form so many times that I practically forgot myself, and its odd to forget what you look like in just a month...
I walked through, and had my classes layed out for me. French AP first period, then World History, and in no particular order, Chemistry, Geometrey, Psychology and PE. Wonderful schedule. First period breezed by. I had to write an essay in French. 100%+. AP is the perfect class for an Omnilinguist like myself. Next up, History. Damn the kids are odd. I scanned everyone in all my classes. I can't read their thoughts, but I can see their memories, their desires. Nobody special, nobody out of the ordinary. Just regular people. The fact was, at any moment, I could've altered probability and made one of them have a fate wherein they strike oil or gold, or get mugged after turning to alchoholism. Its so much power to have.
Anyway, the whole day was pretty boring, except for one class which truly interested me. Geometry. By the time I had this class, I had heard everything people said about me. Sometimes I'd stop time and read their texts, or read their memories. Always they'd be intruiged by my quietness, and how aloof and to myself I was. That wasn't normal me, but I can't attract too much attention, lest the Government get involved. Then hundreds of kids would know of the kidnapping organization led by Danko. Wouldn't that be a treat?
Anyway, the principal walked me into class, and told the Geometrey teacher, a stuck-up old white woman who reminds me of a witch, what with her white-blonde hair and odd glasses, my bio. I had commited it to memory. Damian Grey, transfer from Colorado after having moved between america and France my entire life. Believeable enough, and if not, I can alter people's memories.
As I walked in, some kid, Charlie or something, spat his gum at me. automatic thinking mode. CRAP! I thought, but I had to avoid the gum, lest people talk worse about me. I looked quickly at it, and stepped back. When it was before my face, I stopped time, and froze it to shattering point in midair. Afterwards, I melted the floating frostball and and restarted time. The kid kinda freaked after seeing that.
Anyway, I sat down next to this girl, Jeannie I believe. The class murmurred a bit, and then the teacher calmed them down, yelling specifically at this guy named Bernie and another group of kids. She began explaining Trigonometry, but was doing it all wrong. I would've corrected her, but I had to remember to not draw attention.
I spent the period scanning each kid, just a glance told me alot about them. A second quick glance, and a little thought, and I saw their histories and desires. Very interesting. I realized that Jeannie was staring at me, but I disregarded her. Eventually, she began talking about the lesson. I explained it to her, but used big words. She was confused, and left me alone a bit. After a while, she watched me more, as I worked out the complicated problems that everyone needed calculators for in my head.
"Why are you staring at me?" I mumbled, more to the 3 on my paper than to her really. She simply sat dumbfoundedly for a moment and said
"You work really fast."
I didn't know how to answer, and I don't know why, but I went into autothinking mode. I considered an ambiguous response carefully, and finally responded:
"I do what I have to." Trying to add as much mystery to it as I could. I loved the look of intruige in her eyes. I gazed into them, very lovely eyes at that, reading her every emotion. People say the eye is the portal to the mind. No one can relate to it better than myself. After a while I felt her discomfort, and returned to my work. I hope I didn't scare her, she seemed like a nice girl.
When the bell rang, her and a girl with ginger-coloured hair walked out together. I sent out my mind from my body and listened to their conversation. They were gossiping about me, and the ginger was only interested in getting the "dish" on me, while I saw true intrest in Jeannie's eyes. It was nice.
The day went slowly, and thankfully I had lunch. I Thought Form Projected my own soda, but bought a pizza from the school. It was delicious, considering I hadn't had pizza in over a month.
The majority of Miami's population is multilingual, and many refugees from Cuba come to Miami, but they don't learn English. I'd heard them referred to as "refs" for many years. Well, while I sat and enjoyed my seemingly gourmet meal, one such "ref" came up to me and started asking me questions, all in rapidfire Spanish. Ofcourse, even without Omnilingualism I spoke Spanish, but it definitely helped a bit. I answered genuinely, and saw that he had a want to humilate me in his eyes. Refs always have in my day. Eventually, I let my emotions get the better of me, and I commanded, in Spanish:
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Then to enforce it, I telekinetically controlled his body so that he walked back to his idiotic friends. Damn it was stupid, as many stared at how powerful I had been, but aparrently my command caught with many Spanish-speakers around myself, and they left me be. I found myself secluded once more. Oh the ginger-girl and Jeannie were gonna have a ball chatting about that one.
The rest of the day seemed to breeze by, and I definitely heard more rumors about myself. When I got home, I decided to change the crappy Toyota I had Thought-Form Projected to go to and from school in into a Ferrari, and altered myself a smidge. I enjoyed the Miami streets, until traffic hit, at which point I teleported the car and myself to a parking garage in New York City, where I left it, and then spent the rest of 20 minutes completing homework. It felt good to have something on my mind besides John, and supervillains.
Well one more interesting thing happened today. I ran into an old friend. I was enjoying a chocolate cake (yeah, I stole it with Persuasion) when who else but Jorge comes up to me! Jorge, the reality warper! We shared a strong mental link, and I automatically knew his intentions to be good ones. He sat next to me, and Reality Warped us some good eats. I said I was full, but he changed that.
He talked to me, and told me about how awful it was to have been under John's control, and later under Mia's. He was a puppet, until Mia and John No1 died and he was free at last. However, he also said that his power had been severelly weakened lately, by Mia who shot Supercharged Black Lightning at him, lowering his ability to god knows what level, although he still did amazing things. From what I saw he has weak reality warping, Thought-Form Projection, Enhanced Memory and Telepathy, as well as Teleportation. Besides that I haven't seen him do anything. He's come to live in Miami, trying to keep the government away. He made a friend who is a Technopath. Its Rebel. Together, they are trying to end the fight against us, like Che Gueverra, although he led a Revolution, and this was a Rebellion.
Jorge and I are still together now, and we're planning on staying up all night and partying at some awesome clubs. I really hope he can Reality Warp away me being tired tomorrow morning O.o
Stay safe
-Damian
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Welcome to Miami
Miami is my city, New York is my town. A little expression I altered slightly to fit me. I love Miami, always have, always will, but the fact is that before, when I was a normal kid living with Maria West, I had been sheltered, and restricted from doing as I pleased. I couldn't go out at any hour, get in a car and stay out partying until 3 in the bloody morning, if anything I would get a ride to and from the mall or a friends house, and have to be home before 11:30, but now, I had liberty. And Miami is often underrated, in more ways than one. Here's been my day so far.
Last night I flew into Miami. Yes I flew, but not with the power of flight, no. I came in an airplane, like a normal human being. We dropped into MIA (Miami International Airport) at about 11:45 AM on a flight from JFK Airport in New York. The first thing I did when I got back was enjoy some traditional, cuban food. I went to the La Carreta restaurant in the airport and had a huge steak, along with some rice and black beans, then some rice pudding. Yum!
I took a taxi to a spot on South Beach, and paid the man with money I made via Thought-Form Projection (What, I didn't say I'd NEVER use my abilities here). As I stepped out of the cab, the sweltering heat of Miami seemed a bit alien, after having spent time all over the world for about a month. All day I went to the beach, talked to attractive, fit girls and attempted to skim board. Surprisingly, if you use telekinesis, its very easy.
All in all, it was a normal day, and at night, I teleported into a club. I'd never been in a true club before, and it was simply amazing. Dancing, strobe lights, sweat and heat. Its insane how much my powers started working, seeing every detail of the party, understanding, at one point I began to be able to smell phermones, my understanding grew so much. I was lving it up, and decided to have a few drinks. BIG mistake.
As soon as I had my second shot, I felt my grip on the world slip slowly away. I began to act without thought, and ended up bumping into the wrong guy. I wasn't even thinking at the time, but the blurs I remember were him pounding on me, and myself foolishly moving my hands around, hoping to telekinetically throw him. Needless to say, I had no control over my abilities. Next thing I remember was hitting the pavement face first after being thrown out by a bouncer. I slept until I was picked up by the cops.
I woke up the next morning in a Miami police station, in a holding cell. My head was throbbing madly, but I had regained control over my abilities. I made a mirror appear and looked at myself to see a few cuts and bruises on my face. I quickly healed them, and looked to the situation at hand. I could understand what had happened the night before quickly, and simply phased out of my cell, looked around until I found the report they had written on me, burned it to ashes, and then emitted a huge magnetic wave, formatting all the memory from their computers and security cameras.
I teleported to the beach again, thinking nothing could go wrong. I was right for the most part, until I saw something odd. A drug deal.
I paid little attention at first, but then saw something interesting. The dealer, after the client had walked away, snapped his fingers, and a small ziploc bag appeared in his hand. He had an ability. I decided to check this out further.
"Yo," I walked up, adopting an ebonix overtone. "You straight, cuh?"
"Yeah kid, wutchu need?" He asked, all buisness. I could see the conivingness and the readyness to decieve in his eyes.
"Whatchu got?" I asked, not really caring. He ran me through a short list of odd names of products, and I picked one at random. He produced a small bag from his pocket, or so it seemed. I had been fast enough to catch that he had made it appear in his hand. Object displacement?
At that, I took the pouch, and without thinking, ran away. Instantly he gave chase, or so I thought. I looked behind myself and saw that he wasn't there. I looked forward, and crashed right into him! Space-Time Manipulation!
The dealer punched me, but I let his fist phase through my head. He pulled back, shocked, and looked at his fist, and then my face with amazement.
"That's right" I said, re-adopting my proper voice "I'm special, like you. But you use your power for bad, whereas I use mine for good. You don't deserve your ability. I can fix that." The hunger overpowered me, but I thought it was alright, seeing as how he was a drug dealer, and a conartist, not to mention a thief! He deserved pain!
I grabbed him and teleported to an old warehouse in Idaho, where they used to have potatoes stored. I saw that he was about to stop time, but I was faster. I cut his skull open in a second, and he dropped down the next. I looked at his brain, and enjoyed it, getting the blood of the evil of the world on my hands. It felt right to kill those who are wrong. I examined, and finally I understood the ability. It wasn't space-time manipulation, but simply Time Stopping. Still a very useful ability, which I began practicing with immediately, after burning the drug dealer's body ofcourse.
Afterwards, I teleported back to Miami, and decided to go home. I teleported to the VHS store, and although it was early there, my biological clock said it was later than it was. I began to work, and wrote this blog. I haven't shown anyone my new ability, but I like my new idea: Only killing bad people, and those who truly don't deserve their abilities.
Its a good plan right? Well no time to worry now, first day at a new school tomorrow! Finally a chance to be normal again...well, not really.
As always, stay safe
-Damian
Last night I flew into Miami. Yes I flew, but not with the power of flight, no. I came in an airplane, like a normal human being. We dropped into MIA (Miami International Airport) at about 11:45 AM on a flight from JFK Airport in New York. The first thing I did when I got back was enjoy some traditional, cuban food. I went to the La Carreta restaurant in the airport and had a huge steak, along with some rice and black beans, then some rice pudding. Yum!
I took a taxi to a spot on South Beach, and paid the man with money I made via Thought-Form Projection (What, I didn't say I'd NEVER use my abilities here). As I stepped out of the cab, the sweltering heat of Miami seemed a bit alien, after having spent time all over the world for about a month. All day I went to the beach, talked to attractive, fit girls and attempted to skim board. Surprisingly, if you use telekinesis, its very easy.
All in all, it was a normal day, and at night, I teleported into a club. I'd never been in a true club before, and it was simply amazing. Dancing, strobe lights, sweat and heat. Its insane how much my powers started working, seeing every detail of the party, understanding, at one point I began to be able to smell phermones, my understanding grew so much. I was lving it up, and decided to have a few drinks. BIG mistake.
As soon as I had my second shot, I felt my grip on the world slip slowly away. I began to act without thought, and ended up bumping into the wrong guy. I wasn't even thinking at the time, but the blurs I remember were him pounding on me, and myself foolishly moving my hands around, hoping to telekinetically throw him. Needless to say, I had no control over my abilities. Next thing I remember was hitting the pavement face first after being thrown out by a bouncer. I slept until I was picked up by the cops.
I woke up the next morning in a Miami police station, in a holding cell. My head was throbbing madly, but I had regained control over my abilities. I made a mirror appear and looked at myself to see a few cuts and bruises on my face. I quickly healed them, and looked to the situation at hand. I could understand what had happened the night before quickly, and simply phased out of my cell, looked around until I found the report they had written on me, burned it to ashes, and then emitted a huge magnetic wave, formatting all the memory from their computers and security cameras.
I teleported to the beach again, thinking nothing could go wrong. I was right for the most part, until I saw something odd. A drug deal.
I paid little attention at first, but then saw something interesting. The dealer, after the client had walked away, snapped his fingers, and a small ziploc bag appeared in his hand. He had an ability. I decided to check this out further.
"Yo," I walked up, adopting an ebonix overtone. "You straight, cuh?"
"Yeah kid, wutchu need?" He asked, all buisness. I could see the conivingness and the readyness to decieve in his eyes.
"Whatchu got?" I asked, not really caring. He ran me through a short list of odd names of products, and I picked one at random. He produced a small bag from his pocket, or so it seemed. I had been fast enough to catch that he had made it appear in his hand. Object displacement?
At that, I took the pouch, and without thinking, ran away. Instantly he gave chase, or so I thought. I looked behind myself and saw that he wasn't there. I looked forward, and crashed right into him! Space-Time Manipulation!
The dealer punched me, but I let his fist phase through my head. He pulled back, shocked, and looked at his fist, and then my face with amazement.
"That's right" I said, re-adopting my proper voice "I'm special, like you. But you use your power for bad, whereas I use mine for good. You don't deserve your ability. I can fix that." The hunger overpowered me, but I thought it was alright, seeing as how he was a drug dealer, and a conartist, not to mention a thief! He deserved pain!
I grabbed him and teleported to an old warehouse in Idaho, where they used to have potatoes stored. I saw that he was about to stop time, but I was faster. I cut his skull open in a second, and he dropped down the next. I looked at his brain, and enjoyed it, getting the blood of the evil of the world on my hands. It felt right to kill those who are wrong. I examined, and finally I understood the ability. It wasn't space-time manipulation, but simply Time Stopping. Still a very useful ability, which I began practicing with immediately, after burning the drug dealer's body ofcourse.
Afterwards, I teleported back to Miami, and decided to go home. I teleported to the VHS store, and although it was early there, my biological clock said it was later than it was. I began to work, and wrote this blog. I haven't shown anyone my new ability, but I like my new idea: Only killing bad people, and those who truly don't deserve their abilities.
Its a good plan right? Well no time to worry now, first day at a new school tomorrow! Finally a chance to be normal again...well, not really.
As always, stay safe
-Damian
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Redemption
Well, The fact that I'm actually almost 45 is pretty startling. It makes you really appreciate life a bit, to know that you have a second chance. It also shows the amazing power of those like myself, the people who can change the world with a snap of their fingers, those who have the choice of others' lives in their hands, the ones who truly need to choose between good and evil. We are something straight out of science-fiction, and yet we are as real as any of my readers, in the flesh. We breathe, and eat and drink and worry about what other people think just as much as anyone else. The only difference is that we may worry about being accepted a bit more than mundane human beings.
Thinking of the world around me, at times I feel invincible. I can heal myself of any physical wound, stop bullets in their tracks, stop someone's heart with a thought. The power seems to overcome all, but emotional anguish cannot be tamed by my abilities. The knowing of the monster that I was, and that I potentially can still be, is something that hurts me just to think of. I'm just a kid, about to turn sixteen. A month ago, if you had asked me what I planned to do in life, I wouldn't have had the slightest clue, I probably would've said I wanted to go to college or something, but I never would have guessed that I was a super-powered serial killer. Life just gets more and more complicated.
After my recent fight with Danko's men, and realizing how much power I had over people, I realized what I truly wanted: To go back to leading a normal kid life, although to do that, I would have to give up my powers, but I wouldn't ever do that. I decided on Miami being my headquarters again, let someone else handle the supernatural problems of the world. I should be studying Physics and having the living hell confused out of me by droning teachers, not hunting down special people and ripping open their heads. No, that just wouldn't do.
I asked Tempest to input me into the Miami-Dade County Public School System at a school that was not too far from the one I used to attend. I obviously didn't stay with my name as Damian West, but I kept my first name. To the kids of Miami, I would be Damian Grey, a transfer from New York City. I had Thought-Formed false parents, for fear of dragging my mother into this. I want to protect everyone, and if there are any John sightings, I won't hesitate to find him and fight as hard as possible.
So, starting Monday, I am going to become Damian Grey in Miami. Please notify me if John is seen, and I can handle myself there, even if agents find me. Don't you worry bout a thing.
-Damian
Thinking of the world around me, at times I feel invincible. I can heal myself of any physical wound, stop bullets in their tracks, stop someone's heart with a thought. The power seems to overcome all, but emotional anguish cannot be tamed by my abilities. The knowing of the monster that I was, and that I potentially can still be, is something that hurts me just to think of. I'm just a kid, about to turn sixteen. A month ago, if you had asked me what I planned to do in life, I wouldn't have had the slightest clue, I probably would've said I wanted to go to college or something, but I never would have guessed that I was a super-powered serial killer. Life just gets more and more complicated.
After my recent fight with Danko's men, and realizing how much power I had over people, I realized what I truly wanted: To go back to leading a normal kid life, although to do that, I would have to give up my powers, but I wouldn't ever do that. I decided on Miami being my headquarters again, let someone else handle the supernatural problems of the world. I should be studying Physics and having the living hell confused out of me by droning teachers, not hunting down special people and ripping open their heads. No, that just wouldn't do.
I asked Tempest to input me into the Miami-Dade County Public School System at a school that was not too far from the one I used to attend. I obviously didn't stay with my name as Damian West, but I kept my first name. To the kids of Miami, I would be Damian Grey, a transfer from New York City. I had Thought-Formed false parents, for fear of dragging my mother into this. I want to protect everyone, and if there are any John sightings, I won't hesitate to find him and fight as hard as possible.
So, starting Monday, I am going to become Damian Grey in Miami. Please notify me if John is seen, and I can handle myself there, even if agents find me. Don't you worry bout a thing.
-Damian
Friday, March 27, 2009
Animal I've Become Part 2
So as we all remember, I was with my mother, locked in what looked like a Holocaust bunker. I had learned things from her that I can't even understand, and she cleared up so much... I just fear the knowledge I have gained. Lemme start it out for you, right where we left off:
So I had just walked into a large holding area where my mother was watching TV while lying on a couch, like I had seen her do hundreds of times at home. The only difference was that her right hand was crackling with black electricity all over, which made me realize how strange my life had recently become.
I rushed up to my mother and gave her a huge embrace, but when I pulled back, I looked in her eyes and 'read' her emotions, a byproduct of my Intuitive Aptitude, and saw something that I never would've expected from my mother when she looked at me: Fear.
"Damian...We really have to talk" My mother said in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Mom..." I gasped "Why are you afraid of me? Aren't you proud, I'm just like you!"
"No your not!" She snapped, surprising me greatly "I'm nothing like you, you're a monster." And she meant it, I could feel it. Tears whelled up in her eyes as she spoke.
"Mom," I said, also beginning to cry "Its me, your son. Damian. You raised me alone, your the strongest person I know, and I love you. I've done some things I'm not proud of recently, but it was all for you."
She paused for a moment, and the tears slid down her eyes. She turned away from me after realizing that I could reead her every emotion, and I didn't try to regain eye contact.
"You're right," she finally sighed "I raised you... Well, sort of..." This shocked me. I was intruiged, and wanted to mind probe m mother to see what she was talking about, but was able to hold myself back, out of love and respect.
"What do you mean 'sort of'?" I inquired.
"Well," she began "I may as well start from the beginning. I used to work for a company, Primatech. They were huge not too long ago, capturing Evolved humans like you and I and giving us the choice between being pent up like animals or being out in the world, but under the wachful eye of one of them. It was torture, but all I could do to keep my sanity was work for them, with that awful man, Thompson. Ugh. Well the fact is, I started working there very young. I was about 19 when they pulled me in in the year 1981. I trained and trained, and with my ability everything was much simpler."
"Black lightning" I interupted "I heard that that's one of the most lethal abilities known. That's why you were a good agent, because they can't escape your power." My mother chuckled at this, and I gave her a curious look.
" Black lightning," she continued "Is only a by-product of my ability, like how you can understand peoples emotions by looking them in the eyes, or... How you can..." she paused and began to breathe heavily.
"Rip open skulls and take abilities?" I asked with guilt. At this she began to cry a bit, I could feel the fluid running down her face, although she was looking away from me.
"Yes," she said "That. Well, my full power decreases abilities, sometimes to the point that they remain dormant for years and years at a time. After I learned control over it, I gained black lightning. However, my ability has different levels, for instance I can make someone's abilities not work for a day, or a week, or many years, but they will always come back, and just as strong, if not stronger, than they were when I lessened them." At this point she looked at me again, and I tried not to read her emotions. "That's what I did to you Damian."
I couldn't believe this. My own mother, had depowered me? I mean, yes, my abilities are hugely powerful, and if I developed them young I would understand, but this brought so many questions, and the hunger to know. Thank God I could control it enough not to tear apart my own mother's head.
"Damian, you aren't my biological son." My 'mother' dropped a bomb "The fact is, you're an assignment from The Company. Long ago, in the year 1989 a man with the ability of Intuitive Aptitude began to kill people with special abilities. This wasn't the first time we had seen this, a man named Samson Grey had once killed in this manor as well, so we thought we could handle this man. He collected many abilities over time, and finally I and my partener, Thompson, were assigned to the man's case. He was an American, born to Cuban parents in New York City in 1964.
"However, the Company and my assignments weren't all that were on my mind. I had found love, a man named Marcus London, a special. He had the ability of Psychokinesis, and we were made for each other. I wanted to keep him safe, so I nulled his powers, sometimes for weeks at a time so that they wouldn't take him in and he wouldn't experience my same fate.
"I became enthralled in my work, being sucked further and further in. A man named Spektor and his partener, my sister, Nina, a woman with the ability to alter age of other organisms, became envolved in the case. The man had been spotted near Fort Lauderdale, Florida, just a short distance from my own home in Miami. the four of us from the Company were sent down, waiting for the man, and trying to bait him with my sister, Nina, who publicly began displaying her ability, claiming to be a healer. We waited a while, and then it was too late...
"Nina was fine, but we heard of a murder in Miami. A man named Marcus London. The power-theif had ripped his skull open. I couldn't take the anguish over the loss, and I vowed revenge. I used a clairvoyant man in Level 5, a holding cell for dangerous EHs, to find the man. With out Company supervision, I went with Nina and we found him, about to kill a baby girl born with the ability of Aura Absorption. We stopped him, and I shot him with as much power as I could, cancelling almost all the abilities he had stolen permanently, due to them not being geneticly attached, but he looked in my eyes, and saw my anguish. Due to a run in with an Emotional-Mainpulator, he shared my grief over my fallen lover, and he repented right there. Also, sharing such an emotion made the Psychokinesis become part of his genetic code, through Empathic Mimcry, a by-product of his abilities. I could only keep it dormant, but it would definitely come back soon.
"The company was going to take him in, but I knew that it was a trap, and that he was going to try to get sent to Level 5, and wait til his abilities returned and then killed all the inamtes. No, instead, I had Nina revert him to a baby. This was in the year 1993."
I was shocked, taking all this in was alot. Then it hit me.
"1993 was when I was born..." I said, almost mute with shock. I looked up and realized that the woman who I had thought to be my mother had been much stronger than I thought, and that she had been caused anguish by me, yet she raised me, and loved me like her own son. I saw the pain coming up after all the years, and fell to my knees, hanging my head low. "Kill me. You deserve revenge. Your words are true, I can sense it. You deserve more than an apology, you deserve vengance." I looked her straight in the face with a very serious look. "I'll take everything you've got."
I looked to the floor, and prepared myself for the upcoming pain. I heard an electrical crackle, and anticipated, but the pain never came. Finally, I looked up and saw something I wanted to se in her eyes. Compassion. Love.
"I know I should," she said between her tears "But I've grown to love you. The fact is, you are my son. After the Company heard what Nina and I did to you, they fired me, and gave me the assignment of raising you, saying that when your power returned they would decide whether to kill you or to make you into an agent. Your morals would decide this, and I was responsible for making you into the right kind of person to work for the company. Nina and I weren't allowed to contact each other anymore, and she was eventually killed by a man who could control organs, and had shut off her brain function just by thinking. I tried to keep us hidden, but the company always found us. Eventually we stayed in Miami, you were put in school when you were three, and we stayed there for the rest of time. Your powers have come back, but there's good news. The Company is gone.
"You can be better than what you were, Damian, you have a second chance. The government is currently persecuting us, but when this all blows over, you and I are going to return to Miami, and continue living life like normal people. I don't want you, my son, to make the mistakes I made."
I was glad that she had reffered to me as her son, and I truly felt bad. I don't know why I don't remember any of my past life, but after learning that, I told my mother to rest up in this bunker. I Thought-Form Projected everything that she wanted into existence, without having to put out any effort, I just checked her mind for literally ANYTHING she wanted, and made it happen. Then I teleported out, leaving her to be happy, and went to Canada.
I spent a few days there, and now I think its my time to return. As soon as I publish this blog I'm returning to our new headquarters.
As always, stay safe
-Damian
So I had just walked into a large holding area where my mother was watching TV while lying on a couch, like I had seen her do hundreds of times at home. The only difference was that her right hand was crackling with black electricity all over, which made me realize how strange my life had recently become.
I rushed up to my mother and gave her a huge embrace, but when I pulled back, I looked in her eyes and 'read' her emotions, a byproduct of my Intuitive Aptitude, and saw something that I never would've expected from my mother when she looked at me: Fear.
"Damian...We really have to talk" My mother said in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Mom..." I gasped "Why are you afraid of me? Aren't you proud, I'm just like you!"
"No your not!" She snapped, surprising me greatly "I'm nothing like you, you're a monster." And she meant it, I could feel it. Tears whelled up in her eyes as she spoke.
"Mom," I said, also beginning to cry "Its me, your son. Damian. You raised me alone, your the strongest person I know, and I love you. I've done some things I'm not proud of recently, but it was all for you."
She paused for a moment, and the tears slid down her eyes. She turned away from me after realizing that I could reead her every emotion, and I didn't try to regain eye contact.
"You're right," she finally sighed "I raised you... Well, sort of..." This shocked me. I was intruiged, and wanted to mind probe m mother to see what she was talking about, but was able to hold myself back, out of love and respect.
"What do you mean 'sort of'?" I inquired.
"Well," she began "I may as well start from the beginning. I used to work for a company, Primatech. They were huge not too long ago, capturing Evolved humans like you and I and giving us the choice between being pent up like animals or being out in the world, but under the wachful eye of one of them. It was torture, but all I could do to keep my sanity was work for them, with that awful man, Thompson. Ugh. Well the fact is, I started working there very young. I was about 19 when they pulled me in in the year 1981. I trained and trained, and with my ability everything was much simpler."
"Black lightning" I interupted "I heard that that's one of the most lethal abilities known. That's why you were a good agent, because they can't escape your power." My mother chuckled at this, and I gave her a curious look.
" Black lightning," she continued "Is only a by-product of my ability, like how you can understand peoples emotions by looking them in the eyes, or... How you can..." she paused and began to breathe heavily.
"Rip open skulls and take abilities?" I asked with guilt. At this she began to cry a bit, I could feel the fluid running down her face, although she was looking away from me.
"Yes," she said "That. Well, my full power decreases abilities, sometimes to the point that they remain dormant for years and years at a time. After I learned control over it, I gained black lightning. However, my ability has different levels, for instance I can make someone's abilities not work for a day, or a week, or many years, but they will always come back, and just as strong, if not stronger, than they were when I lessened them." At this point she looked at me again, and I tried not to read her emotions. "That's what I did to you Damian."
I couldn't believe this. My own mother, had depowered me? I mean, yes, my abilities are hugely powerful, and if I developed them young I would understand, but this brought so many questions, and the hunger to know. Thank God I could control it enough not to tear apart my own mother's head.
"Damian, you aren't my biological son." My 'mother' dropped a bomb "The fact is, you're an assignment from The Company. Long ago, in the year 1989 a man with the ability of Intuitive Aptitude began to kill people with special abilities. This wasn't the first time we had seen this, a man named Samson Grey had once killed in this manor as well, so we thought we could handle this man. He collected many abilities over time, and finally I and my partener, Thompson, were assigned to the man's case. He was an American, born to Cuban parents in New York City in 1964.
"However, the Company and my assignments weren't all that were on my mind. I had found love, a man named Marcus London, a special. He had the ability of Psychokinesis, and we were made for each other. I wanted to keep him safe, so I nulled his powers, sometimes for weeks at a time so that they wouldn't take him in and he wouldn't experience my same fate.
"I became enthralled in my work, being sucked further and further in. A man named Spektor and his partener, my sister, Nina, a woman with the ability to alter age of other organisms, became envolved in the case. The man had been spotted near Fort Lauderdale, Florida, just a short distance from my own home in Miami. the four of us from the Company were sent down, waiting for the man, and trying to bait him with my sister, Nina, who publicly began displaying her ability, claiming to be a healer. We waited a while, and then it was too late...
"Nina was fine, but we heard of a murder in Miami. A man named Marcus London. The power-theif had ripped his skull open. I couldn't take the anguish over the loss, and I vowed revenge. I used a clairvoyant man in Level 5, a holding cell for dangerous EHs, to find the man. With out Company supervision, I went with Nina and we found him, about to kill a baby girl born with the ability of Aura Absorption. We stopped him, and I shot him with as much power as I could, cancelling almost all the abilities he had stolen permanently, due to them not being geneticly attached, but he looked in my eyes, and saw my anguish. Due to a run in with an Emotional-Mainpulator, he shared my grief over my fallen lover, and he repented right there. Also, sharing such an emotion made the Psychokinesis become part of his genetic code, through Empathic Mimcry, a by-product of his abilities. I could only keep it dormant, but it would definitely come back soon.
"The company was going to take him in, but I knew that it was a trap, and that he was going to try to get sent to Level 5, and wait til his abilities returned and then killed all the inamtes. No, instead, I had Nina revert him to a baby. This was in the year 1993."
I was shocked, taking all this in was alot. Then it hit me.
"1993 was when I was born..." I said, almost mute with shock. I looked up and realized that the woman who I had thought to be my mother had been much stronger than I thought, and that she had been caused anguish by me, yet she raised me, and loved me like her own son. I saw the pain coming up after all the years, and fell to my knees, hanging my head low. "Kill me. You deserve revenge. Your words are true, I can sense it. You deserve more than an apology, you deserve vengance." I looked her straight in the face with a very serious look. "I'll take everything you've got."
I looked to the floor, and prepared myself for the upcoming pain. I heard an electrical crackle, and anticipated, but the pain never came. Finally, I looked up and saw something I wanted to se in her eyes. Compassion. Love.
"I know I should," she said between her tears "But I've grown to love you. The fact is, you are my son. After the Company heard what Nina and I did to you, they fired me, and gave me the assignment of raising you, saying that when your power returned they would decide whether to kill you or to make you into an agent. Your morals would decide this, and I was responsible for making you into the right kind of person to work for the company. Nina and I weren't allowed to contact each other anymore, and she was eventually killed by a man who could control organs, and had shut off her brain function just by thinking. I tried to keep us hidden, but the company always found us. Eventually we stayed in Miami, you were put in school when you were three, and we stayed there for the rest of time. Your powers have come back, but there's good news. The Company is gone.
"You can be better than what you were, Damian, you have a second chance. The government is currently persecuting us, but when this all blows over, you and I are going to return to Miami, and continue living life like normal people. I don't want you, my son, to make the mistakes I made."
I was glad that she had reffered to me as her son, and I truly felt bad. I don't know why I don't remember any of my past life, but after learning that, I told my mother to rest up in this bunker. I Thought-Form Projected everything that she wanted into existence, without having to put out any effort, I just checked her mind for literally ANYTHING she wanted, and made it happen. Then I teleported out, leaving her to be happy, and went to Canada.
I spent a few days there, and now I think its my time to return. As soon as I publish this blog I'm returning to our new headquarters.
As always, stay safe
-Damian
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