“Stop sitting on your asses, load up. Chop chop, folks.” Mitchell's voice boomed out, clapping his hands to emphasize.

People slowly started walking onto the cargo plane. Putting out their smokes, breaking up the groups into chaotic lines.

Yet, I sat here. Not in control of my body, while watching them. Maybe a few years from now when Hannah dies and I’m rejoicing in my freedom. I will think back to this moment and go, the bad times are over.. Onto the new.

Mitchell glanced my way but then ignored me. I guess a cry for help isn’t going to work.

Hannah finished her food and put it on my plate. Slowly standing up, dusting off her skirt, she looked at me with that smile that touched her eyes. They almost narrowed to a point that made her squint.

“Play,” she commanded.

I was about to ask what the fuck play meant, but my body sagged under relief. Like it knew it was free. I instantly stood up, lightning flickering between my fingers.

I won’t lie and say I would never hit a bitch because I totally did that before. Both sexually and non-sensual but this time, I wanted to slap a bitch out of pure hatred. My hand blinked across the space between us.

Her head snapped, she fell on her ass, eyes almost popping out.

I grinned and picked her up by her throat. Squeezing so she couldn’t utter a word out of her pretty little mouth.

She clawed at my arm, struggling to loosen my grip.

“You should have practiced on someone stupid first, bitch.” I snarled, hand tightened.

I felt her heels kick into me but I ignored it as her face redden, veins popped out, tongue working to suck in some oxygen.

However, right after that I felt something worming its way into my head. I was confused and glanced around but nobody was watching. I tried to fight it off with electrical webbing so tight that even a virgin would be embarrassed. Yet, it still managed to worm its way in.

I thought she had to speak to work. What the fuck is this shit?

Lightning formed over my hand, like a knife. Shooting straight towards her heart.

This bitch has to die! Has to! Has to!

My hand stops inches inside her chest. Blood was leaking out over my hand. My fingers had loosen up on her neck. I felt not like myself, a duller version of myself. My arms felt sorer than when I used to go to the gym and tried to lift two hundred, thinking I was fitter than I really was.

She dropped to the ground, gasping in air. Her hand held her neck as she coughed and sobbed at the same time.

I watched it all. Thinking I was so close to ending my disaster. Bitch couldn’t have gotten a power up could she? How fucking unfair is that? Which one of us was really overpowered.

Hannah recovered but I think she was going to die of blood lost. Thank the heavens, I responded quick enough. She tried to stand up but fell to her knees. She touched her chest and saw blood on her hands. Her red eyes turned to me and she smiled, licking her hands with an insane look.

Da fuck am I witnessing?

“Heal me!” she commanded.

I didn’t know if I could or not. I didn’t know the theoretical knowledge for something like that. Plus I was never injured, being Mr. Op-sexy. Who would want to harm me? Nobody.

My body bent down and I placed both hands upon her chest. I saw the tiniest little green sparks, they slithered into her body and next instances. She began to heal, it was so incredible that I forgot about my situation. I watch her skin knit together, not even leaving a scar. The best part was that, I understand how to channel that to happen.

If I could get free, I would have another op skill under my belt. Can you imagine the amount of love I would receive if I walked up to a lady with a gash. Heal her and then flashed a dimpled smile? Haha, paradise. Paradise.

Hannah touched her chest a few times, wincing. I guess it was sensitive. Her brain might not have caught up with the fact she was healed. Still sending pain signals.

She looked at me with a perfect smile for a psychotic killer. “Grabbed my waist, fly me to my hometown. The one we visit over spring break. Be quick about it.”

My body yet again reacted without my will. Sigh, if I had popcorn this would be an excellent time to enjoy some.

I formed a bubble around her, well my body did. A field that kept the wind from slapping her in the face. When we took off, I had cratered the surrounding area. Ripped out benches and trees with the force of breaking the sound barrier in a microsecond.

The ground beneath us was a blur and I wasn’t sure that this should have been possible. I mean, yeah, I knew I was God among mortals. But I meant the mind control thing, this shit is way too op. I should have just killed her instead of choking her out. Fuck me for being a vindictive bitch and wanting to watch her life end.

I believed it took us approximately ten minutes to go from a city near the east coast to a city near the west coast. I mean, from coastal city to coastal city. You know the cities, with the beaches and harbors, shipyards, and beautiful ocean front housing.

That’s exactly what happened. We touched down outside of her mother’s house. It was still intact, being a gated community with another gate around the house itself. There were even people inside, awful loud people at that.

Hannah jumped from my arms and stumbled. Dropping to her knees, she looked at me as if she expected me to catch her. Haha, bitch. I can’t move.

“Protect me.” She saw that I didn’t move and rephrase her wording. “You can have your mind back but you can’t harm me or do anything that will bring harm to me.” Hannah commanded after an afterthought.

She stood up and smiled like she had this content feeling of succeeding at something. I just smirk right back, my hand turning to a lightning knife but I couldn’t move it in her direction. What a fucking dogshit ability!

She laughed and kissed me, roughly. “Let’s go. I think my mother said she was still in her home. If anybody is being a prissy little bitch, take care of them.”

Was she always this fuck up? Or did the evolution between a bitch and bigger bitch change her personality?

She opened the front door.

Who didn’t lock their front door? Dumbasses!

“Mom, I’m home!” Hannah yelled.

Sigh, I have to find the highlight of my experience or I might just go crazy on thinking of how to murder her? Like can I make her orgasm so much that her nervous system shuts down? Can I like to give her a tiny bit of charges that enhance her system but slowly allows me to take over her body? But damn, doesn’t stop her brain from thinking now does it? How the fuck can I kill this bitch?