Once again he was watching me. I knew he was, I could feel his eyes scanning every part of my anatomy. It was as if a soft gentle touch ran down my back, all the way down my body and back up again. It was a mixture of fear and excitement that invaded my body, giving rise to carnal desire. I began to undress very slowly, with my back to the window. And I couldn’t help but wonder about his building excitement, all the time wondering if I was doing it correctly.. There has never been a right or wrong way of taking off you clothes, but when a man is watching you with unblinking eyes, savoring every delicate gesture, you can’t help but want to put on a good show. He derived a great pleasure in watching me. And I had to admit, I was kind of turn on by this invasion of privacy.
I wasn’t sure what his real intensions were, part of me knew that he meant danger. But the other part of me was filled with sexual excitement, just the thought of him watching me, wanting me; it created a false sense of power in me. Edge on by a building curiosity as to who my unrequited admirer was, I was more than willing to invite him in. But the beast inside me, kept telling me I was in mortal danger, and I told myself again that he wanted to hurt me, why else would he stalk me.
It has already been five days since he began following me, watching from a safe distance. It was at the back of an alley, just outside of a trendy new club where he found me. I was making out with a cute boy who told me he was in college. Unfortunately for him, his youthful face and his lack of sexual experience told me he was lying. But I didn’t care; I was indulging myself with him. In all honesty, I was the one who was taking advantage of him, I was the one on the hunt, and he was my helpless pray.
So without any further delay, I decided that it had been long enough, the beast inside me was craving his blood and it had been a while since I last tasted an innocent man’s blood. So without hesitation, I pull his face away from mine, he was startle for a second, but before he could say a word I look deep into his eyes and used my mind trick on him. The cat’s eye hypnotic gaze was the most efficient way for my kind to force humans to do anything we pleased without them ever realizing it. He was under my spell now, and no one was around, this was the perfect moment to indulge myself in the thrill of death.
This was the most dangerous moment a hunter and prey would ever share, the moment when I would sink in my teeth into his flesh tearing it open letting his life escape his frail body. So I sank my teeth into the left side of his delicate neck and began draining his blood, letting it flow inside me. It was a moment of true bliss as I let the taste of his young and innocent blood fill my aching body and soul. His heart began to race, faster and faster with an uneven pace. Suddenly, the strong, wild sound of his beating heart and the sweet taste of his blood filling my mouth brought back long forgotten memories of the wild. Those were the long forgotten happy days when I or “He” used to run wild through the savage dark forest of Africa.
I closed my eyes and let the memories flow, never forgetting the fact that the heart of my prey was beginning to loose its strong rhythm. It was time; I had to pull back now before I truly endangered his life even more that I already had. I pulled away from him, and then look back at the bite mark I left on his white skin. Placing a hand over the wound I ordered the teeth marks to disappear. Then I gently lay him on the ground and lean him back against the wall. His eyes were now closed, he looked so innocent and I felt a horrible wave of remorse wash over me. What had I just done, I had endangered the life of an innocent boy just to satiate my beast’s craving for blood. And I felt self loathing for what I did.
I closed my eyes in order to try and block the painful memory of what I just did, but suddenly everything changed. My beast’s senses kicked in and I was able to detect someone watching me. I opened my eyes as a danger alarm when off in my head. Someone had seen what I did and that was never a good thing. Now a sense of anger was filling my body, how could I have been so careless? This was bad, really, really bad. Stop! Yelled the voice inside my head, I had to calm down and think this rationally. I was going to do something but I needed to think things clearly.
I knew I was being watched, but I needed to act like I was still unaware of that. Whoever was watching me had not sounded the alarm after seeing me suck the blood of him. I decided to bend down as if to try and pick up the man off the ground. And then I used my supernatural senses in order to find out the location of my enemy. I used my advance hearing to listen to everything around. (cont.)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Ace's Dream
It all started with a dream, a dream about me, in a strange new land were i'm not myself anymore, but someone else. In this dream i am no longer the young teenager that i am today. instead, i am something greater, some far more greater then anything else i could ever fathom. I am the one, or so they tell me. I am the one they have been waiting for, i am their Chosen One.
The dream first starts, with me arriving from an even more foreign land, coming to take my rightful place among them. To be the one they need, the one they desire, the one they all revere, their god of Fire. I don't really know how this honor is bestowed on me, all i remember is waking up surrounded by aids and servants, who then tell all the old and wise men that i am awake. They lead me outside of the chamber, only to realize that i'm atop on some giant temple, where at the foot of the man made stone mountain, the people await me. I step outside not knowing what to do or say, only with the realization that i'm no longer myself, i'm different now, even thought i still look the same, i have now been reborn and my whole body feels like is no longer my own.
I then look outside and see that the sun has gone away, the moon is nowhere in sight, and only darkness adorns the night sky. Until finally, a memory awakens in me, i start to remember the flames that surround the start i grabbed in the palm of my hand only a few hours before i awoke. The shining star falls from the darkness above me, the shine a red light, until suddenly it is surrounded by the never ending fire. I stretch my arm and then grab the start in my right hand, then suddenly everything goes away and then the sun rises from the infinity and then i know what it is like to hold the sun in the palm of my hand.
But was it real, a dream within a dream, can that truly be. At this part of the dream i still standing at the top of the temple, while everyone stares at me. I ignore each and eveyone of them, all i try is to recall the feeling of the sun in the palm of my hand. Then i looked down on my right hand, a moment ago my hand was empty, but now it has a tiny flame just a few inches above my flesh and then i summon the flame. The tiny little flame, stretches with power and awe and then becomes biger and brighter than it was before. I launched it forward, to the sky infront and above me then i stretched out my arms and allow the magestry of my power, unleashed.
Bigger and brighter i silently order it to become, bigger and brighter, bigger and brighter, bigger and brighter. I hear gasp of awe and wonder, mingle between the sighs of fear and alarm. The tiny flame of fire is now so big and so bright that it chases away all of the world shadows. Suddenly, it all become clear to me, the tiny flame that dance on my hand was the sun itself and i as its master commanded it to iluminate our world.
But suddenly, i loose control, the sun refuses to obey me anymore and then it grows, larger and larger, hotter and hotter, until everything around me caughts on fire. First, the houses, then all the trees around the tiny villages, people scream and runaway, without any luck, because soon they also become enflamed in the burning fire, and each and everyone of them turns to ashes. Until finally, i myself caught on fire, and then i die burn to ashes. At this point i awake, bath in sweat, lying on my bed, with nothing on but my red shorts, my heart is racing, i'm short of breath and then i hear the voices in my room clearly whispering that it was all true.
I pull my sheet away and then sit on my bed, i tried to muster the strenght to get up and head to the bathroom, to take an ice cold shower, see if that could calm the fire that seems to be taken over my body. But before i can leave the room, i see a small yellow light coming from one of the drawers on the desk oposite my bed. I get up and head towards it, then i pulled the drawer open and i see that inside is a five point gold start with a red ruby in its center, the star glows a gentle yellow glow and once again i hear the sound of whisper in my ears who warm me to "be ready."
My name is Ace, i'm seventeen years of age and i leave in southern California, I don't know if what i dream was real, all that i know is that there is a glowing start in my bedroom drawer. And i'm still waiting...
The dream first starts, with me arriving from an even more foreign land, coming to take my rightful place among them. To be the one they need, the one they desire, the one they all revere, their god of Fire. I don't really know how this honor is bestowed on me, all i remember is waking up surrounded by aids and servants, who then tell all the old and wise men that i am awake. They lead me outside of the chamber, only to realize that i'm atop on some giant temple, where at the foot of the man made stone mountain, the people await me. I step outside not knowing what to do or say, only with the realization that i'm no longer myself, i'm different now, even thought i still look the same, i have now been reborn and my whole body feels like is no longer my own.
I then look outside and see that the sun has gone away, the moon is nowhere in sight, and only darkness adorns the night sky. Until finally, a memory awakens in me, i start to remember the flames that surround the start i grabbed in the palm of my hand only a few hours before i awoke. The shining star falls from the darkness above me, the shine a red light, until suddenly it is surrounded by the never ending fire. I stretch my arm and then grab the start in my right hand, then suddenly everything goes away and then the sun rises from the infinity and then i know what it is like to hold the sun in the palm of my hand.
But was it real, a dream within a dream, can that truly be. At this part of the dream i still standing at the top of the temple, while everyone stares at me. I ignore each and eveyone of them, all i try is to recall the feeling of the sun in the palm of my hand. Then i looked down on my right hand, a moment ago my hand was empty, but now it has a tiny flame just a few inches above my flesh and then i summon the flame. The tiny little flame, stretches with power and awe and then becomes biger and brighter than it was before. I launched it forward, to the sky infront and above me then i stretched out my arms and allow the magestry of my power, unleashed.
Bigger and brighter i silently order it to become, bigger and brighter, bigger and brighter, bigger and brighter. I hear gasp of awe and wonder, mingle between the sighs of fear and alarm. The tiny flame of fire is now so big and so bright that it chases away all of the world shadows. Suddenly, it all become clear to me, the tiny flame that dance on my hand was the sun itself and i as its master commanded it to iluminate our world.
But suddenly, i loose control, the sun refuses to obey me anymore and then it grows, larger and larger, hotter and hotter, until everything around me caughts on fire. First, the houses, then all the trees around the tiny villages, people scream and runaway, without any luck, because soon they also become enflamed in the burning fire, and each and everyone of them turns to ashes. Until finally, i myself caught on fire, and then i die burn to ashes. At this point i awake, bath in sweat, lying on my bed, with nothing on but my red shorts, my heart is racing, i'm short of breath and then i hear the voices in my room clearly whispering that it was all true.
I pull my sheet away and then sit on my bed, i tried to muster the strenght to get up and head to the bathroom, to take an ice cold shower, see if that could calm the fire that seems to be taken over my body. But before i can leave the room, i see a small yellow light coming from one of the drawers on the desk oposite my bed. I get up and head towards it, then i pulled the drawer open and i see that inside is a five point gold start with a red ruby in its center, the star glows a gentle yellow glow and once again i hear the sound of whisper in my ears who warm me to "be ready."
My name is Ace, i'm seventeen years of age and i leave in southern California, I don't know if what i dream was real, all that i know is that there is a glowing start in my bedroom drawer. And i'm still waiting...
Sean and Charlie
“For this to work, we need to go back to the place where it all began.” Read the text message. Neither Sean nor Charlie wanted to visit that house again, there were too many painful memories there. But they both agree that it was necessary to end this at the same place where it all began. So after a quick glance at his younger brother, and uttering the words “they want us to go back home” Sean used his phone and texted their response to the old woman. After a few more text messages, the boys and the old woman decided to meet there as soon as possible. They agree to meet there three days from today. That was how long it would take the old woman to ready everything they would need and for the boys to drive all the way to their old house. Sean put the phone away and turned to his brother, who was currently sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around his legs.
Charlie had finished taking his shoes and socks away while Sean was on the phone texting, he wasn’t able to know what his brother and the old lady were talking about. All he knew of their conversation were the words “they want us to go back home,” words that shook Charlie to the very core. Charlie was completely aware of everything that had happening to him and to his parents in the house. It was his fault, he told himself. If only he hadn’t been cursed his parent would still be alive today. But the two of them were dead; they died when he was eight and Sean twelve. And it was because of Charlie’s discovering of his unusual powers that their parents had paid with their lives. Thank God that Sean did not suffer their parents’ fate, but then again Sean had been cursed, just like him.
Charlie and Sean Manson shared a unique talent; they were both able to manipulate metal with their minds. While Charlie was able to move metal objects at will, Sean was able to lift all sorts of heavy things. Even thought their abilities were different, the rule was always the same the objects they indented to manipulate had to be made of metal or contain some metal in it. At first, neither one of them knew any of this, Sean’s power had manifested years after their parents’ death. And Charlie’s had first shown up when he was eight. At the time all he could do was move small things, like coins, utensils, toys, and tools. But with a few weeks of practice, his ability grew to allow him to lift heavier things like tables, cabinets and even their family car. It was shocking to see him lift heavy things several feet into the air without the smallest sign of strain.
Charlie’s parents took him to see all kinds of doctors, right after he first lifted the car. They were worried for their son and wanted to know how this was possible. After weeks of analysis, the doctors determine that Charlie’s body was emitting a small amount of radiation, which the doctors described as electromagnetism. In short, his body was like a magnet, and it was through the use of his magnetic abilities that he was able to manipulate metal objects. It was then that Charlie underwent several more tests, these test revealed that Charlie’s powers were increasing.
Charlie was a rare specimen indeed. The doctors were fascinated by him, but they started to treat him more as a lab rat than a confused little boy. They took blood samples, brain scans, hooked him to all sorts of machines that analyzed everything from his sleep waves, to brain patterns and his power output. The now twenty men and women doctors demanded test after test, after test. Charlie had become their greatest mystery and one they intended to unravel, for they considered Charlie the next step in human evolution. Thankfully, Charlie’s parents decided to stop all the testing and took their son home. It was a week after Charlie went home, that Sean and Charlie’s parents died in their own home.
Sean closed his eyes and opened them again; he took a deep breath and looked at his brother and tried to comfort him, as best as he could. “Listen, I know you want to blame yourself for what happened. But I won’t allow you to do so. It wasn’t your fault and we both know it.” Charlie tried to protest, but Sean cut him off. “What happened was not your fault!” He stated. “You didn’t ask for this, and is about time we find out why we’re both like this.”
“So is that why we are going home? To finally ask the voice in my head why she made us like this.” Charlie asked.
“Look, we didn’t ask for this. But it happened, and there is nothing we can do about it. But if that old woman and her group are right, we might be able to contact her and get some answers.”
“I know that, already.” Charlie replied. “But what if instead of helping us, they make things worse.”
“Meaning what?” Sean asked.
“Listen, I know you don’t like to hear this, but “She” still talks to me. I can hear her every time I try to sleep.” Charlie pause, he was afraid of saying any more. “And…and every time I hear her she tells me that this was a gift and that I must learn to control this. That people are going to be depending on me.”
“And you believe her?!” Sean was angry now. “She’s the reason our parents died!!”
“No, she is not.” Charlie Whispered. “I did it. I was the one that cause the fire.” Charlie’s voice was breaking and tears were forming in his eyes.”
Sean never blamed his brother, but he didn’t know how to reassure him. After all, there was some truth to that. “Listen, you know you can’t trust anything she says to you. Whatever she may be, she doesn’t what to help you or me. This…this…power… or “gift” of hers has brought nothing but misery to the two of us.”
“I know that, but I can’t help it.” It was then that Charlie used his hands to cover his ears and then look down on the bed. “When she talks to me, I just don’t hear her, I feel her. And I fear that everything she says is real.”
“And what exactly does she say?”
“That I need to be ready, that the world needs me. That millions are going to die. That time is running out.” Charlie turned to his brother. As always, Sean was analyzing every word, but Charlie knew he didn’t believe any of it. It was hard to comprehend something that was only in his brother’s head. After staring at his older brother for a while, Charlie was afraid to continue. “She also says that trying to meet her is dangerous. That what the old lady is wrong and that I…that I…should stop listening to you.” Charlie turned away from his brother. He didn’t want to let Sean see into his eyes and see that part of him believed in the voice inside his head.
“Well, Fuck Her!!!” Sean Yelled, and then he grabbed his brother by his shoulders and turned him to face each other. “She has no right to play God with out lives.”
“Sean,” Charlie whispered. “I don’t think you should talk like that.”
“Why?” He responded.
Charlie leaned in even closer to his brother. “Because… (Whispering) she can hear you.” And with that Charlie raised his head up and looked at the ceiling. “She’s here, and she has been listening to our conversations since before you received the text message.”
Sean had never been able to hear her voice, much less feel her presence. But he knew that his brother heard the woman’s voice almost every night. Usually, right after Charlie had fallen asleep, and all of their conversations had been inside his head. Charlie had never mentioned feeling her presence outside a dream. But now he claimed she was here listening in, spying on what they intended to do. Sean tried to find signs that an unknown presence was in that room with them, but there were no changes in the room. Everything was as it should be, but Sean trusted that his brother’s word. So with rage building up inside him, he got off the bed, stood up and yelled obscenities at the motel’s ceiling.
Charlie had finished taking his shoes and socks away while Sean was on the phone texting, he wasn’t able to know what his brother and the old lady were talking about. All he knew of their conversation were the words “they want us to go back home,” words that shook Charlie to the very core. Charlie was completely aware of everything that had happening to him and to his parents in the house. It was his fault, he told himself. If only he hadn’t been cursed his parent would still be alive today. But the two of them were dead; they died when he was eight and Sean twelve. And it was because of Charlie’s discovering of his unusual powers that their parents had paid with their lives. Thank God that Sean did not suffer their parents’ fate, but then again Sean had been cursed, just like him.
Charlie and Sean Manson shared a unique talent; they were both able to manipulate metal with their minds. While Charlie was able to move metal objects at will, Sean was able to lift all sorts of heavy things. Even thought their abilities were different, the rule was always the same the objects they indented to manipulate had to be made of metal or contain some metal in it. At first, neither one of them knew any of this, Sean’s power had manifested years after their parents’ death. And Charlie’s had first shown up when he was eight. At the time all he could do was move small things, like coins, utensils, toys, and tools. But with a few weeks of practice, his ability grew to allow him to lift heavier things like tables, cabinets and even their family car. It was shocking to see him lift heavy things several feet into the air without the smallest sign of strain.
Charlie’s parents took him to see all kinds of doctors, right after he first lifted the car. They were worried for their son and wanted to know how this was possible. After weeks of analysis, the doctors determine that Charlie’s body was emitting a small amount of radiation, which the doctors described as electromagnetism. In short, his body was like a magnet, and it was through the use of his magnetic abilities that he was able to manipulate metal objects. It was then that Charlie underwent several more tests, these test revealed that Charlie’s powers were increasing.
Charlie was a rare specimen indeed. The doctors were fascinated by him, but they started to treat him more as a lab rat than a confused little boy. They took blood samples, brain scans, hooked him to all sorts of machines that analyzed everything from his sleep waves, to brain patterns and his power output. The now twenty men and women doctors demanded test after test, after test. Charlie had become their greatest mystery and one they intended to unravel, for they considered Charlie the next step in human evolution. Thankfully, Charlie’s parents decided to stop all the testing and took their son home. It was a week after Charlie went home, that Sean and Charlie’s parents died in their own home.
Sean closed his eyes and opened them again; he took a deep breath and looked at his brother and tried to comfort him, as best as he could. “Listen, I know you want to blame yourself for what happened. But I won’t allow you to do so. It wasn’t your fault and we both know it.” Charlie tried to protest, but Sean cut him off. “What happened was not your fault!” He stated. “You didn’t ask for this, and is about time we find out why we’re both like this.”
“So is that why we are going home? To finally ask the voice in my head why she made us like this.” Charlie asked.
“Look, we didn’t ask for this. But it happened, and there is nothing we can do about it. But if that old woman and her group are right, we might be able to contact her and get some answers.”
“I know that, already.” Charlie replied. “But what if instead of helping us, they make things worse.”
“Meaning what?” Sean asked.
“Listen, I know you don’t like to hear this, but “She” still talks to me. I can hear her every time I try to sleep.” Charlie pause, he was afraid of saying any more. “And…and every time I hear her she tells me that this was a gift and that I must learn to control this. That people are going to be depending on me.”
“And you believe her?!” Sean was angry now. “She’s the reason our parents died!!”
“No, she is not.” Charlie Whispered. “I did it. I was the one that cause the fire.” Charlie’s voice was breaking and tears were forming in his eyes.”
Sean never blamed his brother, but he didn’t know how to reassure him. After all, there was some truth to that. “Listen, you know you can’t trust anything she says to you. Whatever she may be, she doesn’t what to help you or me. This…this…power… or “gift” of hers has brought nothing but misery to the two of us.”
“I know that, but I can’t help it.” It was then that Charlie used his hands to cover his ears and then look down on the bed. “When she talks to me, I just don’t hear her, I feel her. And I fear that everything she says is real.”
“And what exactly does she say?”
“That I need to be ready, that the world needs me. That millions are going to die. That time is running out.” Charlie turned to his brother. As always, Sean was analyzing every word, but Charlie knew he didn’t believe any of it. It was hard to comprehend something that was only in his brother’s head. After staring at his older brother for a while, Charlie was afraid to continue. “She also says that trying to meet her is dangerous. That what the old lady is wrong and that I…that I…should stop listening to you.” Charlie turned away from his brother. He didn’t want to let Sean see into his eyes and see that part of him believed in the voice inside his head.
“Well, Fuck Her!!!” Sean Yelled, and then he grabbed his brother by his shoulders and turned him to face each other. “She has no right to play God with out lives.”
“Sean,” Charlie whispered. “I don’t think you should talk like that.”
“Why?” He responded.
Charlie leaned in even closer to his brother. “Because… (Whispering) she can hear you.” And with that Charlie raised his head up and looked at the ceiling. “She’s here, and she has been listening to our conversations since before you received the text message.”
Sean had never been able to hear her voice, much less feel her presence. But he knew that his brother heard the woman’s voice almost every night. Usually, right after Charlie had fallen asleep, and all of their conversations had been inside his head. Charlie had never mentioned feeling her presence outside a dream. But now he claimed she was here listening in, spying on what they intended to do. Sean tried to find signs that an unknown presence was in that room with them, but there were no changes in the room. Everything was as it should be, but Sean trusted that his brother’s word. So with rage building up inside him, he got off the bed, stood up and yelled obscenities at the motel’s ceiling.
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