《The Sister In The Forest(Cancelled)》17: The View Of The Monstrous Entity
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Dashing through the trees every night, feeling the chilling wind thrust my skin with all its force, hearing my exhausted desperation flow into the air as I try to reach inhuman speed while trying to fly now and then by jumping in the air. All I faced was an end to the maze, forcing me to use another technique as well as evolving my knowledge of my possible powers and the growing power of super-strength. My phone was handed to me after being constrained from me for a while - the investigators concluded that I had no origins in the crimes and gave me the full occupation of my phone back. The first thing I did when I had my phone back was to call my parents promptly, they were relieved to know their son was doing amazingly well and criticised the police for thinking a young teenager could murder two people. Only if they knew there was a monster inside me.
Most of the hours and two days were spent having lengthy conversations with my parents, talking about how they are going to treat me like I was a newborn when I arrived back home and knowing about my mother's breakdown told by my father. My mother was so overjoyed to see me texting her back while she was on the call talking to me. She tried everything to get me to speak so she could feel even more relaxed, but I whistled her a tune and got George to say hello on the phone to let her know it was me and not some thief or murderer. She was still on edge with the fact there might still be a murderer speaking with her, which was true, she was right about a murderer, a serial killer may I add, was discussing with her.
It was relaxing, very relaxing to see and hear my parents again. I felt warm and satisfied and the worries and stress became visions that, over time, blurred into insignificance, and my emotions began to grow back on me. I finally felt like I was winning now, I used all my power to defeat this growing monstrous entity and I could rest…
I thought so…
Two Days Later...
"Three bodies were found near The Abbey School territory, and six bodies were found on the northern outskirts of the campsite. Four females, five males, eleven in total. Everyone, please keep safe and lock up your tents - we are going into lockdown." A voice blasted out of the radio, an unclassified voice that sounded feminine with a high pitch but spoke masculine.
I sat with my knees high, scratching intensely at my scalp, feeling the skin stuff my nails, feeling the blood droop my head with a disgusting sharp smell. It was like I was facing this monster, their grin was wider than their face, salvia filtered down the pointed, jagged rotten teeth that exposed its reptile tongue that hissed in my direction. Their eyes were narrowed with radiant red eyes where raven ink drizzled down its grey patchy skin of different animal textures. Their arms extended into long dark grey scruffy fur that grew out veiny hands attached to a towering collection of spiky nails that beamed deep red. Its nose shaped like a bull huffed loud and unmistakable in the form of bullying, the legs sprawled long and sturdy, clenching in the ground with predatory relic feet.
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It watched me without any expressed and unreadable emotions and empathy, it was just like a curious doll looking at its compilation of fallen victims freak out. Something deep in its empty eyes looked at me, opened the gate to its horror and showed me something that never matched any single percentage of humanity. Everything was all monster-based, the galaxy was overcrowded with rising anomalies boomed in melancholy and despair. Planets were ripped and torn apart, collapsing the creatures that lived inside them as gigantic white pale hands materialized from deep inside the unreachable galaxy; hatching its angelic eyes onto my shadow, distracting me from the echoes of the dense screams and roars.
"You thought I was gone, Aaron?"
"Did you, Aaron?
It was mocking me.
"I thought I heard you say our personality is one now…"
"Was that a lie, Aaron? Well, it backfired on you."
"I know the future, Aaron. I lived once, and I'm going to live twice as long. Don't come crawling back to me when bad luck decides to pick you, because if you come back crawling. You will become your original self once again."
Leave me alone…
Just leave me alone…
Why do I deserve this?...
I want to cry…
Cry for ten hours…
Sketched my eyes in red…
I felt like I was bipolar experiencing so many ranges of numerous inexperienced emotions. None of them completed the one-hundred-foot puzzle, instead, they turned against me and berated me on the ground, injuring what was left remaining loyal.
No, these aren't my thoughts, they are his thoughts, I'm for sure. He's manipulating me.
"These are your isolated thoughts, Aaron. They've been waiting to be independent of your horrendous corrupted control."
"Shut up."
"I can't do that. I'm the revolution of your failed evolution, you are barricading yourself from your real desire. I will admit, you did trick me with your fraud antisocial thoughts, for a day, that is. The only reason the cops failed to recognise your snitching was that I mind-controlled them."
I'm surrounded in dusk now, imprisoned by chains as this entity hovered around me, never leaving his levelling gaze off my mistake. I stalked every movement of his actions, I glared at his never-ending grin that was snickering every second. He didn't say a single word, I felt like he was waiting for me to say something so he could correct me.
There needs to be a few corrections to your problem, now and then.
There are so many errors leaking out of you that's it like I'm parenting a failed son at best.
Now, I have control of your mind, Aaron. I'm going to awaken you as a new identity and make sure you end all of these human beings that are stopping my empire from accomplishing its goals one more time. Ah, you've finally quietened down, good boy. Let me continue my plan, okay?
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In front of me was a mischievous, irritating police officer checking up my eyes. The source of the itching light came from a small torch, smaller than my middle finger, and it was bothering my space. The officer noticed I was awake and greeted me with a smile that I will never achieve and will never want. It was so chilling and cheesy to look at these outrageous humans smiling at me, thinking I'm a weak teenager. How many are there? Hm, ten I suppose, now that's a record. Three females and six males, how amazing this was. I waited for one of the officers to reach out their arms and slashed their throat at a speed that they wouldn't recognise a single bit. The murdered corpse flipped backwards and squirted all of its blood all over the other officers.
"AHH!!" A woman shrieked, one of them was very smart and pulled out his pistol to begin firing at me. He was to the northwest of me and it was covered by flashing glimmers followed by rings of bangs - the bullets were slow, extremely slow, I flicked half of the bullets away and threw a few at the officer that fired the shots. Time sped up as I sat up from the hospital bed and noticed there were about fifteen students, seven males, eight females and eight doctors, four of each gender who were appalled by what they witnessed. Oh no, more targets. Let's speed this up, shall I? The world slowed down its rapid pacing of after images and came to a sudden halt, everything in front of me strutted frozen in time while I willingly strolled around, breaking the barrier of this planet. I ducked my head back and avoided the lines of a taser and used my telekinetic abilities to shred the male officer at the exit in half; his blood splattered all over the walls, the floor and skins of terrified spectators. Well, his blood hasn't yet reached these requirements, it was more as his body floated mid-air as red liquid fluttered from out his fractured body.
Taking a look outside, I saw crowds of students and teachers escaping the scene after hearing a bullet being shot. Every single one was frozen, of course, the ambient filter of this world looked so grey and useless in time dilation mixed with speed. Hm, the cold wasn't doing anything as nothing was correlating with my real-time, right. I need to finish off these pestering idiots in this hospital. At least I'm getting more minutes living one-sidedly in this fragile, bottom of the pit body. I appeared around, finding every object that was sharp enough and proceeded to levitate them into the sky to begin railing them all through the plastic thin walls, watching every single sharp object rip through the most vital areas of these humans. Every eye that was widened whitened into emptiness as their existences vanished before their knowledge was noticed about it.
I'm a clean entity. I wasn't just going to leave all these dead bodies here and make it suspicious of myself, I will let these smart investigators figure out the bodies locations. After I made sure I murdered all thirty-two witnesses, I piled every single one on my shoulders and dropped them in the east of the woods, far but not that far for them to go unrecognised. I threw injured students from nature mistakes and chucked them on the hospital beds, borrowed doctors far away from the campsite and ones arriving, along with new officers, then used one of my abilities to rewire the panicked crowds, including the new doctors and officers, that were escaping the scene to exploit their thoughts into not having an ounce of this moment. To finish it all off, I laid Aaron, me currently, down in his tent and flew out of his body to then be teleported into his mind where I saw him in an unfazed, broken state.
When he noticed me after having me hover over him for a short period, he growled at me with outrage and his hands became drenched in blood from how viciously clenched his fists were.
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