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Hellbent on Peace

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Published: Jan 17, 2014

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This whole...'Thing', I don't even know what to call it, started about 4 months ago.

Nothing seemed strange about that day, everything was pretty normal, but as the afternoon rolled around, these...These clouds began to show up in the sky.

I was at my older sister's shop at the time. As I was leaving, I looked up at the sky and immediately stopped in my tracks as I saw the clouds. Angry looking, dark clouds. There shouldn't be a storm today, and normally...Storm clouds don't look like that. Glancing around, it seems the only concern people had was getting rained on. Couldn't they see it? It was...Beautiful, but completely terrifying at the same time.

Bright, colored lights surged through the clouds, criss-crossing, enveloping the clouds. Before I, or anyone, had the chance to move, a huge lightning bolt suddenly struck down, hitting the street and cracking the pavement, sending cars flying. I froze for several, long seconds, as screaming filled my ears and my body was pushed around by people running away to try and get to safety. I was shoved along and soon found myself falling into the entrance of an alleyway. Finally I came back to reality as I heard the loud crack of another lightning bolt, sounding just as close as before, and even more horrified screaming.

It was a complete nightmare, and I was absolutely terrified.

I looked up above me and, for a split second, I saw one of those lights coming down towards me, I could've sworn, as it got closer to me, I could see a face. But I had no chance to confirm it, as I was suddenly hit by one of those lightning bolts. I was lifted into the air as pain blossomed in my body. I tried to scream, but as my mouth opened, no sound came out. It felt like my entire body was being ripped to shreds and then painfully sewn back together, only for it to happen over and over and over again. My eyes rolled back into my head and I blacked out, just barely conscious as my body hit the ground. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't say anything, all I could hear was screams, pained and horrified screams, and I felt my body convulse, my back arching off the pavement, before I went totally limp.

I don't know how long I was out, but as I forced my eyes open, I noticed the sun was setting, and I then realized it was completely silent. I didn't hear screaming anymore, nor did I see anyone running by the alley I was lying in. I tried to sit up, only to cry out, falling back as my body spasmed, pain shooting up my spine. It felt like my head was being pounded on and I curled up on my side, forcing back tears. I laid there for what felt like half an hour until I finally managed to force myself into a sitting position, leaning up against a wall.

I breathed heavily, closing my eyes as I felt tears stinging my eyes once more, threatening to spill down my face. My entire body ached still, but I needed to get home, to swallow, like, five painkillers and rest before I could even consider figuring out what just happened. Determined, and trying desperately to ignore the pain, I pulled myself to my feet, leaning against the wall as I steadied myself and struggled my way out of the alleyway.

I stumbled into my apartment and forced a couple pain pills down my throat before I practically fell into bed, almost immediately falling asleep. When I woke up, I was, thankfully, feeling better, I still felt heavy and exhausted but I wasn't in as much pain as before. I tried to call my sister, but it seemed the power was out. I don't know why I expected that to work... I fell back against my pillow, letting out a groan. For the love of God, tell me she's still okay. At least ALIVE, you hear me?

The next few weeks went by in a blur. I managed to get into contact with my sister, she was fine, if not a little shook up, but she was mostly concerned about me. To keep her was panicking, I decided to keep that, uh...Near death experience a secret for now. Apparently, this type of storm has been happening all over the country, and possibly even the world. That means I couldn't have possibly been the only one who had been hit, right? There weren't any reported deaths as far as I knew, so maybe, just maybe, others had been hit, too, and survived, and I could possibly find some answers. What the hell was that? How did I survive that? And was that face I saw real? Was ANY of this real? I just couldn't tell anymore. But one thing I knew for sure, this burning sensation in my hands was real. It started a week after the "incident", no matter what I did, it wouldn't go away. I stood in the bathroom for half an hour, holding my hands under freezing cold water, only for the burning to return moments after I moved my hands away. I was starting to feel frustrated by that point. Whatever happened to me before had definitely changed me. For some reason, now I felt so...Powerful. As if some great energy was surging through my body, ready to burst out of my body. Great, this isn't going to be a reenactment of Alien, is it? I sighed heavily, leaning against the sink. As soon as my body relaxed, though, the water suddenly sprayed me in the face, causing me to stumbled back and fall to the ground. "What...The FUCK?!" I shouted, staring at the sink with wide eyes.

Another, much more obvious display of...Whatever this is that happened to my body happened not very long after that. It was around 1 in the morning and I was having difficulty sleeping, it felt like I was burning up, my whole body warm. I tried to roll onto my side, but I found myself unable to move. My eyes shot open and I frantically looked around, only to realize I was floating 3 feet off my bed. I screamed, beginning to hyperventilate, and suddenly I was dropped. I bounced off the bed and fell to the floor, quickly scrambling to the door, falling against it to try and catch my breath. That's when I lifted my hands up to my face and stopped cold. It looked like fire engulfed my hands, some weird purple and white fire...I felt sick and ran to the bathroom. As I passed by the mirror I caught a glimpse at myself and gasped. That same colored fire was in my eyes, too. Covering my eyes and licking at the sides of my face. I grasped my chest, trying desperately to breathe, before I hunched over the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach.

I lay there on my knees, shaking and crying as I broke out in a cold sweat, breathing heavily between each sob. What's happening to me?

Over the next few months, I secretly began to learn more about my powers. I just barely managed to keep it a secret from my sister before I could get more control over them. I could...Lift things into the air, with my mind. Anything, I think. I could lift my fridge, maybe I could even lift a car? And...And I could...Teleport. I mean...That's the only word I know for it. My legs felt restless, so I went up to the roof of my apartment to maybe see if it had something to do with my powers. I readied myself and when I took only one step, I felt a...Push on my back and I was suddenly on the other side of the roof. Damn near fell to my death.

More and more of these storms were popping up all over the world, causing havoc and immediately disappearing in a few minutes. That means that there must be others like me, right? I mean, what if those storms were only showing up to create some...Super powered freak like me, before moving on? Maybe if I find someone like me, they could help me? They might have some answers, or even just know how to use these better. Maybe if I find others, we could stop this? Or, what if...What if this is for the best? And...Maybe we have to speed up the process?

Either way, what I want most right now is some goddamn answers. No longer knowing about my own body anymore is frustrating, and I'm slowly losing more and more control over my emotions...And I have no idea what I'm capable of when I'm angry. So I need to get help, before I end up hurting...Or even killing someone, or a lot of people.

Because the longer this goes on...The more ready I feel to stop trying to control it, and just let loose.