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The Break
I could still hear the water dripping behind the faint screams of the children down the hall, I had to get out, I had to leave and run, run as fast and far as I could. The screams fell silent, but the wheel squeaks of a hospital bed surged adamantly. I stood arcadian in fear as I prepared to put up a fight. They didn’t know what I could do yet, and they should’ve wished they’d never come to the door of my room. I lost all senses that I relied on most, the door slowly opened and armed men with guns pressed in, it hurt, “aaaaaagggggghhhhhh.” Black. I woke up, vertiginous, on the floor of the smutty “government” room. I was panting, whatever happened hurt. Ploddingly, I opened my eyes, but I wished I hadn’t. The men weren’t there in front of me, they were dispersed in chunks of flesh and blood all over the floor, the ceiling and walls. It happened again. This...thing, it's...in...inside. No. It IS me. My brother, Felix, called it “Molecular Manipulation.”
It was my brother who first noticed this so called “gift” of mine, he thought it was quite cool at first, then he saw what it could really do. I didn’t mean to. Kill them, I mean. It all got too much to handle, they started punching and kicking me in the parking lot of a pub in god knows where. Felix described it as an “aura” surrounding me, he said it slowly grew bigger. He said it kept augmenting till the point it burst like a balloon, at this point the energy flowed right out of me. What happened next wasn't too cool. This...thing, flowed to them and into them and caricatured inside them, and they too, burst. But, they weren’t intact like me, they were in pieces all over the parking lot. I woke up a few minutes later, beseechingly searching for Felix. At first, I couldn't see him and thought that he was somewhere in the flesh wreckage scattered around the parking lot. As I turned apprehensively, wondering what I had done, I saw him running through a nearby field.
I got to him, in the middle of the darkening maize field. He told me never to try and leave, and that it will be better for me there. I had no idea what he was talking about. In the distance, I could vaguely see two stars enlarging and the wind was picking up. After probing these two stars, it became apparent: apparent that it was a helicopter. I looked back at Felix to discover he was gone. I tried to find him, before I could go after him a loud white noise penetrated my mind and I toppled to the maize ridden ground.
I woke up, in this grimy room, in a medical robe with an ID band immovably cloaked around my wrist. This is when the screams started and I realized I wasn't alone, but I didn't know what to think, what were the screams coming from? Were they like me? All I knew was that I couldn't do what Felix told me to do, I had to try and leave. Whatever it took. Even if it meant getting rid of ANYTHING in my way — even Felix.
By Jack Kelly-Owen
WordSmyth VI Summer 2020
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