Peter
Peter stepped out into the bright sunlight. A strange
smile twisted his lips as the day's warmth soaked into his
skin. It was funny how were sunshine could help alleviate
the darkness which weighted his soul. Peter was a killer,
plain and simple. He destroyed life. Wherever he went death
and darkness followed. He could not help it. He had no control
over the events that had recently been dictating the path of
his life.
Today Peter felt like going for a walk. It had been days
since he had dared venture outside. He would flee his curse.
He would hide from it within the brick walls of his third
floor apartment. Well, he no longer wanted to hide. This
world should be his to own...and it would be.
A dog's barking interupted his thoughts. His actions
now were all instinct. Every muscle in his body tensed of
their own volition and a could sweat burst out upon his brow.
He knew what was coming next and could do nothing to stop it.
A piercing mental probe shot out from Peter's mind and
entered the dog's puny skull. The probe sought out the centre
of the dog's nervous system and proceeded to cut off all
connection between brain and muscle tissue. The probe then
raced through the rest of the dog's grey matter destroying
everything with which it came into contact. The unseen dog
gave one last yelp and was reduced to nothing more than
a quivering, mass of flesh.
Putting this little incident behind him, Peter put the
small buds of his headphones into his ears, slipped a disc
into his portable CD player and pressed play. As the loud
grinding noise filled his ears the smile on Peter's face deepened
and turned into a menacing grin. As he walked he waited for
the pleasant inner warmth that usually follows his use of
his secret trick. A sweet tingling that spread from the
centre of his being to engulf his entire body. This time, however,
was different.
A searing jolt of pain suddenly shot up his spine. The
shock was so great as to lay him out on the ground instantly.
He remained, twitching there in the ground for countless
minutes until an unfortunate soul happened upon his tortured
form.
"Are you okay buddy?" the stranger asked as he knelt down
beside Peter. "Hey! Get up. You're blocking the sidewalk.
Can't you hear me?" And with that the man reached out and placed
his hand on Peter's shoulder, only to have it repelled as if
from a tremendous force. The man fell back dead. Killed by
the gathering of power that surrounded Peter as his mind
strength transformed itself.
Peter felt as if he was on fire. Something deep inside
had been triggered by his latest use of his power, and this
force was now back-lashing upon him with tremendous fury. It
seemed an eternity before the excrutiating agony ebbed and
Peter once again gained control of his motor functions.
Slowly he sat up and took account of his situation.
Looking at his watch he assured himself that the episode
could only have lasted a few minutes at the most. It had
seemed much longer. He carefully tried to stand up, bracing himself
for expected pain, which never presented itself. He picked
himself up off the street as if nothing had happened. No
trace of the previous agony was there to be noticed. He
felt good. Actually he felt extremely good, better than he
had felt for quite some time. The experience must have
rejuvinated him, stripped him of his past lethargy and left
him a new man...
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