Daigon: First Dance Water Swordplay (Dance Of The Minds Book 1)

by R. K. Star

  I followed Lisa directly, she wasn’t very attentive and never once suspected someone was following her. I could understand why she was relaxed, her neighbourhood was very safe. It was an affluent neighbourhood with watch signs everywhere but I knew those things did nothing but deter thieves that were panicky and spooked easily. Nobody bothers to keep alert of the neighbour for suspicious people especially if they knew the neighbourhood was safe.

  Lisa’s suite was in the heart of the entertainment. She had a group of friends in the adjacent bachelor blocks and were the main people responsible for most of the party events going on. One night she had a party in her bachelor pad and I joined in. I took note to obscure myself from Lisa eyes. She had a big group of friends over and they would drink alcoholic beverages and dance until four or five into the morning after which people started leaving and Lisa would crash into a deep sleep immediately after. I would leave with the majority of the crowd but counted the number of people remaining. Then I hid in the stairway to watch as I numbered off the people as they left. The unfortunate part was that some of her good friends would also stay the night. There would always be three to five people that crash the night there until one or two in the afternoon, they were intoxicated and wasted. On the rare occasion, she would get everyone to leave but her boyfriend because they were getting intimate. When I walked back towards the door I could hear Lisa moaning and grunting inside. Lisa’s life was one of luxury and indulgence.

  I would have to wait for a day where Lisa didn’t host a party, attend someone else’s party, go to the night club or have sexual intercourse with her man friend. It wasn’t very frequent Lisa was alone but there were open opportunities when Lisa was alone at night. I would finish my recovery then come for her.

  Lately my telekinesis has been weak and unreliably. My mind was like a muscle and susceptible to fatigue and overuse. But it has been taking a long time to recover. It has been several weeks since I murdered Stephanie yet my mind was frail. I could only levitate a tenth of the weight I normally could and only a small fraction of the number of objects I use to be capable of. Even my telepathy had weakened, the distance and number of minds I could perceive lessen. Normally after I exercise the dynamism of my mind I would feel fatigue for a short while but recover to my normal capacity but this time I seemed to have trouble.

  My wounds have mostly healed from the fall. There was some scarring on my body where the skin was scrapped off during my fall. The scars didn’t bother me, not anymore. There are many scars, minor and major ones on my body. Some scars I take with pride and some I’m reminded of the days I suffered. Some scars I wish I could wash from my memory but it flashes back at me when I’m at a tranquil time in my life. It seems I would never be able to let what happened in the past go. I could never be at peace. Every time I recalled a moment in my past I cringed with disgust. How could I have let those horrible things happen to me, how could I let myself be humiliated and embraced for the amusements of others. I’ve been humiliated, beaten, embarrassed, raped. I hated my life and why all these things happened to me. Several times I’ve tried to commit suicide, as far as I could remember I’ve always been slightly suicidal. I’ve always felt so much anger and hatred and I hated the way I felt. It was a torturous cycle. I didn’t want to feel miserable but the memories continuously haunt me. It led me to a state of depression. I felt very insufficient, that I’m not worth the space, or worth the air I’m breathing. I consume food that tastes exceptional but don’t feel I have the right to enjoy such pleasures—it’s wasted on me. I know I didn’t do anything wrong in my life, well not until I went on a murdering rampage. But me being a murderer could be up for debate whether it’s moral or not.

  There were times where I would curl up in the fetal position at night and try to cry out my misery but my tears were dry. I would draw a breath of sigh then whimper a silent sob and sooth myself to sleep.

  I was keeping up with the news on the death of Joan and Stephanie. I gave credit to the detectives on the case for unravelling the clues. They have a suspect on Joan’s murderer but not releasing any evidence, so as to not compromise the investigation. I gave myself a pat on the back for doing a good job. I think I knew who they suspected and he deserved what’s coming his way.

  Stephanie’s case was different. They concluded it was a break in and murder. They found some evidence but is wasn’t conclusive. I knew they didn’t release all their information, I was worried about where they were in their investigation. I wonder if I was a suspect in their case yet. Luckily no police officers came to bring me in for questioning. I had to make my last move now. I had to leave here soon as summer session was almost over.

  My body completely healed and I felt normal. My limited mental prowess would have to be sufficient as time was ticking away. I didn’t know how long it would take me to fully recover and I hated uncertainties. The only thing certain was if I didn’t act now I would miss my chance.

  It was good that I felt bold and fearless. It was the feeling of experience that relaxes the nerves and the knowledge of knowing what to expect that preventing muscle spasms and shaking when your adrenaline level was through the roof.

  I remember the first man I killed and how nervous I was. I was breathing rapidly and heavily and had to focus on my breathing, slowly in and out, big breaths. My fingers had a tremble to it and it took great effort to control myself and prevent my whole body from vibrating as if I was sitting on a massage chair. Sweat from my forehead and I was perspiring profusely. My saliva thick and hard to swallow. I had a general feel of malaise. I imagine what I was feeling was equivalent to someone skydiving or seeing a great white shark while swimming. It was a mixture of thrill and fear at the same time.

  I watched to see If Lisa would be alone at night. If she was alone that night it would be her last. I hid in the stairway waiting to see what would happen. Her friends started to come over, I knew what that meant. She was lucky that she had a party. I wouldn’t make my move today, she would have another day. Night after night I stalked her condo as a predator would watch their prey.

  Lisa was starting to annoy me her man friend was sleeping over these last few days. They had a lascivious aurora around them. You could palpate their hormones and sexual drive. He mostly stayed over at her place but a few times Lisa didn’t come home and I can imagine she slept over at his place. I just had to wait for her to feel exhausted, soon she will need a night to herself to rejuvenate and I will help her.

  The weather forecast for tomorrow stated a severe thunderstorm with ninety percent chance of heavy rainfall. I knew for sure Lisa wouldn’t go out to the club tomorrow and there wouldn’t be any parties going on. The only risk was if her friend would stay the night or she would stay over at his place.

  There was a good chance she was going to be alone tonight. I felt it in my gut, I knew Lisa would die tonight. A light drizzle started to come down late in the afternoon. The weather man was right and I thank him, I had grown impatient waiting. I kept repeating, today had to be the day, over and over. I would have my final satisfaction and all would be over.

  The clouds blocked out the sun and it was much darker than normal. The street lights provided minimal illumination and there was a misty fog that obscured the view. I could see only a few metres in front of me and beyond that was blurry. It was exceptionally quiet for this time but not unusual. The wind began to pick up and roar at me, cursing me and yelling. It was telling me to turn around and stop my madness. The wind grew increasingly arrogant and started to slap me across the face. My umbrella was having a fit as well and when the wind blew against it, it inverted. Serves me right for buying a cheap umbrella at the dollar store. I squinted my eyes trying to cover up my cornea, the strong wing dried up my eyes and it was aching. It was like having a hair dryer set on high cold air blowing straight into your face. The wind was so aggressive I could feel it against my skin as if someone was using fine sand paper trying to smooth my cheeks.

  I generate a dispelling fie
ld around myself. The rain drops came shooting at me but bounce off my field and dripped to the ground. The wind tried to push through but unwillingly it yielded and parted way in a wild temperament. I noted I could only generate a protective field with a radius of about a metre from where I stood. The wind with its barrage of water bullets was able to push through as close as fifteen centimetres to me. Before I was able to generate a field at least two and a half metres from my centre point and hold it against a strong storm at the two metre mark. I knew my mind weakened but it didn’t strike me how weak I’ve actually gotten until now. There was no one in sight to see that the water was partitioning away from me. Even if someone did see me, it would be almost impossible to see that the water wasn’t soaking me.

  I got to Lisa condo building slightly doused. I couldn’t sense Lisa presence so I waited in the stairway as usual. It wasn’t a long wait until I heard the elevator door open. I tried my telepathy to see if I could sense Lisa’s mind but was having more trouble than normal. I peeked my head out and saw Lisa, she was returning home alone.

  Without hesitation I headed for her door. She left a trail of water from the elevator to her door, she was soaked as well. I got to her door and tried to unlock it. I had some difficulty, normally it was elementary for me to unlock the lock mechanism. Slowly I open the door and peaked through the crack to see if I could see Lisa, the coast was clear. Gradually I open the door, increasing my field of vision to ensure Lisa wasn’t around. I heard water running, she was taking a shower. Her place looks completely different when it was properly lit up and not full of drunk crazed fanatics. It was a lovely place, I walked over to her coffee table where she had a photo album. Inside she had photos of her, she was a model and she kept her work from over the years. Her first picture was of her in her teenage years. I recognized her face then, she was fifteen and in grade nine. I was sure the picture was altered but still it was amazing, she was gorgeous. I flipped through her collection and she had amazing photos. She dated them on the back and the location it was shot. I saw she did many for clothing, some for beauty products and few miscellaneous. The company she modelled for weren’t big companies, many of which I never heard of but she was doing well for herself.

  I walked over to her bookshelf where she had more photos. She had albums label with the destinations she been to, Machu Picchu, Hong Kong, Paris, Rome, Singapore, Dubai, Moscow, Shanghai, Beijing, Tokyo, Seoul, Milan, Toronto, Honolulu, Melbourne. So many places she experienced. Many of the places she went with her parents. They traveled the European countries one summer. Then another summer they traveled the Asian countries. She had pictures of herself in tourist hotspots during spring break that showed her party lifestyle. She enjoyed all of her life from the moment she was born to this date. Her life was full of joyous adventures and memories, she had enough.

  As I was flipping through the photos another book caught my eye. I pulled it from the shelf and it was her senior year yearbook. I remember getting one as well. The pages were all filled with signatures and snippet of fond recollections. I began to read them and pictured myself as Lisa enjoying my time in high school. One girl signed as Ashley talked about their sleepover and drinking a bottle of her mom’s wine. Another wrote about her time she was dared to steal lipstick from the drugstore and got away with it. Joan talked about how she felt Lisa was a sister to her. Stephanie wrote about the time they made out with the Lanson twins and how she went all the way with hers. One boy named James said Lisa was the hottest girl in the school. It kept going on and on and I piece each piece together to live a flash of reflection of Lisa’s high school life. It was grandiose and it brought euphoria to my mind.

  “Ahhhh, who the hell are you!” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Lisa wrapped in a bath towel with her hair wet. “Layana is that you? We went to high school together didn’t we?”

  I was shock she remember me. I delve into Lisa life and lost focus of my environment. I should have heard the water turn off. I should have found a place to ambush Lisa and smash her face when she least expected it. “Yes, it’s me Lisa, not excited to see me?”

  “What are you doing here?” Lisa sound really intrigued and wasn’t scared that someone was in her home.

  “I’ve come to get my revenge, remember all those years you tortured me from junior high to high school.”

  “What torture, what are you talking about. We barely spoke, we never hung out, we hardly ran into each other.”

  I was flabbergasted at what just came out of Lisa mouth, ‘we barely spoke, we never hung out, we hardly ran into each other’. Was Lisa really trying to pretend she didn’t do anything to me, she really didn’t go out of her way to torture me, to humiliate me, to imprison my soul and self-esteem.

  “Are you seriously going to say that with a straight face!” I screamed at her furiously. “You’re joking, right?” I asked sarcastically already knowing she was trying to mess with me. I looked into her mind to confirm but saw that she wasn’t lying. She truly thought I was crazy and didn’t believe she done me wrong before.

  I couldn’t trust my telepathy now; my mind has been weakened. There was no doubt what happen in the past. I didn’t know what game Lisa was trying to play but I wasn’t enjoying it. She started to get on my nerves.

  “I don’t get it,” Lisa stuttered. “You say that as if I’ve done you wrong before. I’ve never harmed you.” She spoke with a straight face as if I was the crazy person spouting nonsense.

  “You can’t pretend you never did me wrong. How can you pretend when you put me through so much pain day and night all those years!”

  “I honestly don’t have a clue what you’re saying but you need to get out of my home, or I’m calling the police.”

  “A dead person can’t call the police, you stupid bitch.” I looked directly into her eyes and she mines. It was at that moment she realized she was in danger.

  Lisa took a step back and grabbed a sofa pillow. I chuckled and grabbed the lamp.

  “You know, I had so much fun killing Joan and Stephanie,” I smiled. “Joan begged for her life while trying to breathe. Stephanie put up a good fight and I had to pound her face in. I think I’m going to have the most fun with you. I’m definitely going to get you back for all you’ve done to me.”

  “Your crazy, you crazy bitch! I told you I never done anything to you, you need professional help. Stay away from me.” Lisa face looked pale as if she was going to vomit. Her face shriveled as if she ate something sour and bitter. She looked at me with disgust—a face I recognized.

  I moved stealthy towards her as if I was feline. I swung the lamp back and forth, practicing my batting. She backed off nervously. I continued the forward momentum until she was against the wall then I leapt in and took a swing for her head. Lisa ducked quickly and the lamp made a loud smash caving the wall in. Lisa scream and bolted away taking a swing at me with the pillow. The pillow hit me square in the face but didn’t hurt. She chose a poor weapon. I yanked the lamp back out and went for her again. She threw her pillow away and grabbed a long umbrella still soaked with water. Her umbrella was light and she was able to swing it fast, hitting me a few times. I felt the sting on my arms and body then an ache. I got furious that she was dodging all my strikes and lunge forward without a care for being hit and smash her hard on her shoulder knocking her down. While I lunge forward she hit me good on my temple and I felt dizzy. I stagger back a few steps trying to shake it off.

  Lisa quickly got up and made a run for it. I grabbed her towel but she turned around and punched me in the nose. I staggered back again and yanked her towel off. She sprinted for the door and ran out naked. I followed her out, she turned around to see me giving chase. I tried my telekinesis to pull her back but my mind was too weak. She ran to the elevator and press the button but realize it wouldn’t arrive before I got to her. She bolted for the stairway and began to scream. Immediately I forced her lips tight so only a murmur of sound left her lips. I was still strong enough to c
ontrol that much of her body.

  She exited the front door of the condominium and hesitated for a moment before running again. She was in slippers and it made it difficult for her to move with haste. I sprinted manically, I could have easily slipped or tripped in the stairway and injured myself fatally. I had been waiting for this for a long time and I was going to get it. It didn’t take me long to chase up to her. When I got right behind her, I gave her a hard shove to the side and she lost her balance and fell down. I jump down on top of her and began my assault. I got a couple of good punches in before Lisa grabbed my arm and she slip and slide out. I forgot she also knew jiu jitsu. Suddenly I remember how Stephanie wrecked me that time. I fought with all my might to restrain her but she was winning. Sudden Lisa had me in an arm lock that was too familiar. I knew she would apply pressure and dislocate my joint. My arms weren’t strong enough to break free on its own, Lisa was overpowering me. I used my mind as a third arm to help pry Lisa arm away. My mind was severely weakened and it took great effort and focus but I manage to break free. Quickly I bounce up and took a couple of steps away. I was stuck in a very bad situation again. I had to kill Lisa but I didn’t feel I had the physical strength in me to do it.

  Lisa stood up straight, the rain showered her naked body. She wasn’t going to run anymore, I could see it in her eyes. She took a kickboxing stance and was going to fight now. I panicked and became fearful. In hand to hand combat I was certain Lisa would win. My trump card was waning, my telekinesis was weak.

  Lisa sprung forward at me. I tried to dodge it but she had a lightning fast jab and hit me in the eye then my nose then my eye again. I stagger backwards, agonizing in pain. I tried to throw a counter punch but her leg came from nowhere and a loud crack sound vibrated the side of my ribs. I felt the air leave my lungs and my kidney crying for mercy. I was in trouble now, I had to counter her now or my life will end here and now. Either Lisa was going to kill me or she was going to beat me up then call the police. I already told her I killed Joan and Stephanie, which wasn’t smart of me but I had to gloat.