by R. K. Star
Lisa came at me again. I tried to push her back with my kinetic mind but It was so weak I wasn’t sure if Lisa even felt anything. I surely didn’t feel anything. I tighten my body, stiffening it up for the incoming blow. I heard Lisa give a shriek and I open my eye to see her falling. She had slipped as she took a step forward. My body moved autonomously and began kicking her expeditiously. I went for the spots that would inflict heavy damage, her face, her stomach, her back. After I few good kicks I fatigued myself and continue to kick her softy. Lisa was on the ground in serious trouble. I smiled with glee that I finally got lucky once. That slip saved my life.
A bright light was approaching rapidly. I looked up and saw a car coming. It was too late to get out of the way, the person inside saw me for sure but may not have seen my face. I could run away but then Lisa wasn’t dead and she could call the police while at the hospital. My legs were shaking, I realized I was shivering because it was cold. I had no idea what to do and my whole body began to tremble. I only had a few seconds to decide.
A man got out of the vehicle and immediately I recognize him. It was Lisa’s man friend. He came to stay the night with Lisa.
“What happened here?” He spoked as he walked closer.
I open my mouth trying to explain but nothing came out. I wanted to say I walked in on her and saw a big man run from the scene. Not a single word came out and I couldn’t move. I was done for.
It didn’t take long for him to realize it was Lisa, butt naked on the street moaning in pain. I could tell the exact moment he realized that was Lisa on the street, his plain face turn to dismay. Then his face turn to rage when he realized what happen. His eyes pierced through mines and they had outrage in them. He came at me and grabbed my shirt and started shouting at me.
“What the hell did you do to Lisa, What the fuck happen!” He demanded.
I had no response to his questions. I looked at him with anxiety, his fist was clenched. All I could take note of was how handsome he was, with strong sharp jawline and rugged facial hair. He was built like a rock, muscles bulging from his biceps and triceps, his arm the size of my waist almost. You could see every muscle defined on his neck. His chest was well built and pectoral muscle well shaped, the outline of his chest was visible especially since his shirt was soaked. His veins popped up underneath his skin and gave him a grotesque look. He intimidated me yet I felt a sexual desire to grab and feel him, press my body against his.
Out of nowhere he brought his fist with a force so firm it was as if someone chucked a bowling ball at me, I toppled backwards and smashed the pavement. Thankfully I stuck my hands out and prevented my head smashing like a melon on the floor. My ears were ringing and my head spinning. It felt as if I was twirling as fast as I could for five minutes then stop suddenly, my sense of balance was gone and everything spun around me. I felt nauseated and as if I was going to faint. Then I felt as if someone drove a sledgehammer into my guts. I coughed and gasped for air. I could taste blood in my mouth. I was sure he just kicked me in the stomach.
“Your stupid piece of shit.” He spat on me. I couldn’t tell which droplet was the spit and which was a rain drop. The rain was coming down hard.
I heard he was talking to Lisa now. I couldn’t make out clearly what they were saying but I knew he asked if I did this to her. Lisa was moaning but she was still able to give half complete answers. I knew she was saying I beat her up and I could hear his voice become more aggressive. I fear he may kill me.
I couldn’t die here. I didn’t want to die, Lisa was supposed to die. I tried to get up. I wanted to run away now. My arms were soft like noodles, they didn’t have the strength to push me up. My hands collapse every time I tried to push my body up. I tried to stand up on my feet but I barely could feel my feet let alone control it. I pulled my body up to the sidewalk and began to squirm away. My throat really irritated me, the saliva was thick and the taste of blood was disturbing. Very slowly I was getting away from the scene. If I could get farther I could try to hide in garbage bin, a dumpster or some bushes.
“Oh no you don’t. Where do you think you’re going you bitch.” I heard him yell at me with a coarse voice.
I tried to squirm faster but it was no use. I felt his strong hands on my right ankle and then he pulled me back. My skin scrapped on the pavement as I clawed onto it trying to resist, I screamed in pain. He pulled me back to where Lisa was. I turned around to see Lisa was cover with his shirt.
“Get even with this bitch, babe.” He held back my arms. He was so strong and fixed me in place, I couldn’t move at all, not even squirm.
Lisa grabbed my hair and pull my head up. Her grasp was weak, I could have shaken my head and broke free but with her friend holding me I wasn’t going anywhere. It was high school all over again, it was futile to resist. I could only let Lisa do what she wants and hopefully she will get it over with soon. Lisa clenched her fist together and slammed it against my face. The force was much weaker than expected but I still felt pain from the blow. She repeated, this time I bent my neck and tipped my head back to follow through with her punch thereby lessening the impact on my face.
I was certain Lisa would beat me to death after all the pain I just put her through. I had to fight back, my life depended on it. There was no way physically I could break out the body lock. I had to depend on my mind more than ever now. I tried to focus on his hands that held me down and pry them away but I was too weak. Even if I was at full mental strength I wasn’t sure I could escape his grasp, he was so strong. I used my telekinesis to generate a force slowing down Lisa fist and when her fist did make contact with my face it was the strength of a slap. There I was, Lisa kept hitting me with the strength of a slap, I could tolerate this pain but I still had to get out of this situation. Should I beg, should I apologize, what should I do.
I would rather die than apologize or worst, beg her. If I apologize it will be as if I’ve done her wrong. There had to be another way, something else.
Suddenly I felt the water droplets fall. I could feel the energy within every droplet as they merge with the puddles on the ground. I tried to move it and I was able to control it with ease. I drew the water towards me forming a larger amount of water within the vicinity. This would be my final attempt, succeed or die.
I forced the water up and concentrated the pressure to shoot it directly up at Lisa’s friend. The sudden onslaught of a water jet crashing into his face caught him by surprise and he let go of his grasp on me. I concentrated the water pressure again and shot it at Lisa now, the water stream was stronger than that of a fire hose and it knock Lisa back and she fell to the ground. I got up quickly and began to kick and stomp her with all the strength I had left. I kicked her in the head as hard as I could with the intent to kill. Her head was a golf ball and my foot was the head of a golf driver. Her friend saw what I was doing and ran at me full speed. I sent a jet of water to push him back but he was too big and heavy, I couldn’t push him back. All I could do was slow him down slightly but he made his way to me with haste.
I let out a scream as he approached within my space, trying to generate every last bit of power left in me to resist him. He brought his fist back and then I felt something hit my cheek which knock me to the ground. I wasn’t able to concentrate and the water splashed to the ground. He grabbed me by my hair and slammed my head against the pavement. My thoughts left my mind and I felt light as a feather. I didn’t care about anything anymore and I couldn’t even feel my limbs or body. All I could sense was my head and part of my neck, nothing more. This is where my life will end. At least I got Lisa with me, that bitch deserved to die and I got the pleasure to kill her. I was certain she was dead, if not, her life was fleeting away in the next few seconds. My head was being yanked back up for another smashing on the pavement, this one would put me to rest for certain.
“Exzana.”
He didn’t smash my head but let it drop back to the ground. I saw blood come out of his eyes and out of his mouth. My eyelids
grew heavy and heavier. I couldn’t find the strength to keep them open. I let myself relax and closed my eyes. I felt a heavy body falling on me and squishing me, was he trying to suffocate me now. Then he got off of me and I felt light again, floating away and drifting into the skies. I could feel myself moving, I was actually drifting away. I let myself rest now and let my mind empty completely, everything was quiet.
19
New Beginning
I opened my eyes with the fresh memory of killing Lisa, Stephanie and Joan but it felt it may have been a dream. I had no bruises, cuts, torn muscles, dislocated joints or broken bones. I felt great but my mind was still weak, that was the only proof that I was over exerted. I was resting comfortably in my bed. I rolled around and grabs the sheets, pulling them up towards my chin. The feel of the soft fabric soothed me. It was early in the morning, the sun emanated through the curtain but I didn’t want to get up. Was last night a bad dream? But it was so real and if it was real how did I manage to get back home. The last thing I remember was getting my head smashed against the pavement. I remembered the throbbing of my head and the loss of senses.
I got out of bed, stripped naked and checked myself, I was unscathed. I logged into my laptop. First, I google Joan Nifor and she had been murder. It stated they had someone in custody and would be releasing details later. Second, I googled Stephanie Ovartis and she had been found dead in the bathtub. There were no leads to this case.
My hands began to shake, no matter what I found I wouldn’t be satisfied with the answer. I knew something wasn’t right. Third I googled, murdered in San Francisco. I knew they wouldn’t have the name of Lisa Angen and her friend yet. My jaw dropped open slightly, the news reported two deaths in the vicinity of Lisa condo. One female victim was found dressed in an oversize man’s shirt and her head gruesomely smashed, the face was no longer recognizable. The second victim was a man who appear to be in his twenties was found dead. Although it wasn’t clear what caused his death. There was bleeding from his eyes and mouth and it’s suspected cranial trauma leading to death. The police believed there might be a maniac loose amongst the community.
Everything was as I remember it, which meant it wasn’t a dream. Now the question that eluded me was what happen after he was about to smash my head like a pumpkin. It was so blurry I remembered my senses fading and my eyes closed. The more I thought about it the more my head pounded. I could feel someone using a loud saw trying to cut wood inside my head. I was getting a severe headache from trying to remember something so recent. I didn’t have the answers but someone did. Something happen that night, and I had to find out what.
Someone must have gotten me out of there but who and why. Would I be reported to the authorities. Did this person or the people involved want something from me, could I expect to be blackmailed.
I went on my days very cautiously. I didn’t want to go out in public. I felt there was someone watching me behind the scenes. Every now and then I would suddenly turn around to see if anyone was following me. I grew paranoid and with each passing day my paranoia grew. I finished my summer courses with B+ only, which was disappointing but I wasn’t able to focus on anything. Every time I started to do something my mind would slowly drift away and after a few moments my mind would be elsewhere. It was so difficult to focus on my final exams. I would read the question but mid-way I would think about something else and then forget what the question was.
A few more days and I would be returning to Palo Alto to resume my degree at Stanford. It probably was a good thing to get out of San Francisco so my mind can try to relax. I needed to get away from the crime scenes. I went to a quiet park and took a slow stroll to help clear my mind. It was a large open park and if anyone was following me I would see them.
“Hello Layana.”
A very familiar voice. This was my roommate, Kaylon.
“Kaylon, why are you in San Francisco?” He never told me he was coming and he wasn’t taking any courses here, as far as I’m aware.
“To watch over you.”
“Watch over me?” My stomach churned, I had a strange tingling inside and my heart began to race. “I’m confused, please explain.”
“You can read others’ minds.”
I never told him anything about my abilities, how did he know this. Should I deny it, does he really know or he has a suspicion and trying to get me to confess.
“You don’t have to admit anything. I’m not trying to get a confession out of you.”
I was starting to freak out. He obviously knew something about me but there was no way he saw me do anything suspicious. I was always careful to take note of my surroundings and usually I could sense people around. Unless he had the same ability as me. I could not read his mind and never find out exactly what he was thinking.
“How did you know I had telepathy?” There was no point in deny it. He knew it and it made no difference if I lied or said otherwise.
“I read your thoughts.”
“How could you do that, that’s violating privacy!” I voiced in a harsh tone. I felt violated, how could he go inside my thoughts and memories without my permission.
“Don’t you read other people’s mind without their permission. Didn’t you try to read mines?”
“I, I, I…” He had me there and I couldn’t lie because he already knew the answer. I was being a hypocrite. “I did.” Reluctantly I admitted he was correct. Suddenly I realized how horrible of a person I was. Not only was I a murderer but also a person who invaded people’s most personal privacy. Then it struck me.
“You know about,” the words didn’t want to come out of my mouth.
“I know everything. You killed Lisa Angen, Stephanie Ovartis, Joan Nifor your high school bullies. You killed Robert Cazick, Stephan Tara, and attempted John Dukeson the ones that sexually assaulted you in the back alley.”
Just having Kaylon mention all those people who did me harm brought a couple of tear drops to my eyes. I fought hard to prevent anymore tears from forming. I didn’t want those people to have any more control on me and more so I didn’t want to show weakness.
“Are you going to report me to the authorities now?” I was wondering if he would give me a head start to flee before he was going to call the police.
“No, that would be counterproductive, to save you then hand you over to the police.”
“You saved me that evening?”
“Yes, how do you think you got home to your soft bed.”
“How did you save me? What happened to Lisa’s boyfriend? He was about to crack my head like a coconut on a rock.”
“I killed him.”
“You did what?” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I had my reasons to kill and they were damn good reasons. No one could deny my right to justice after the hell I’ve gone through but what was his reasons!
“I killed him. You must have saw the blood coming from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.”
“How did you kill him and why?”
“I generated a massive pressure in his skull, rupturing his blood vessels an instantaneous shock to his brain shutting down his whole body. You can imagine it as a back surge of electricity to an electronic equipment, for example a surge of energy to a laptop causing the electrical circuits to defuse and blow. It’s a fast and painless death, you can assure he didn’t suffer. It was the most convenient way.”
I was glad that he didn’t suffer. He did try to kill me but I was at fault for trying to kill his girlfriend so technically he was just trying to save her by killing me. He paid a high price for being a good Samaritan. Did Kaylon have telekinetic powers as well? I didn’t know how to generate this pressure to kill someone from the inside but the concept sounds feasible and similar to what I’m doing. It probably required greater mastery.
“You killed for convenience?” What convenience was there in death?
“If not, he would have called the police. It’s easy to read someone’s mind but challenging and practically impossible to alte
r it or erase it.”
“You can do that?”
“Yes, I can with great effort and time.”
“Can you block others from reading your thoughts and memories?”
“Yes, that is why when you tried to read my thoughts you found only a blank canvas.”
I felt annoyed that he could read my mind and I couldn’t his. There was so many things I wanted to know and ask him but there was one more than any other.
“Why did you save me? We haven’t met until you moved into my apartment and even then, we weren’t close.”
“You are very special. You probably already know that because of your telepathic and telekinetic abilities. But there is so much more you could do.”
“I realize I’m special but I still don’t understand why you chose to save me?”
“I’m in a fight for my empire. I could lose everything that took several millenniums to build. I am need of exceptional talent.”
“And that is me?” I wasn’t so special, I couldn’t even read his mind. “I seem to be far inferior compared to you, how do you expect me to help you?”
“You can be trained. It is your potential I seek, you have great potential. Come with me and I can have a reaeslave answer all your questions.”
“Where do you plan to take me? An underground secret society? What fight are you fighting? Are you a vampire fighting werewolves?”
Kaylon laughed. “The cinematic dramas have brain washed you. You have many good questions. Your reaeslave can answer them all. Are you willing to come with me, to help me?”