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“Is there anyone that you fear?” the boy asked me joking and I suppose that he didn’t think that I would actually fear anyone. Sometimes I forget how hostile I am, everyone must think that I believe myself to be the best but that just ain’t true. I have seen true fear, that is why I scoff at people that claim to be hot shit. I know where I stand on the stage, I can tell if someone is better than me. That wasn’t always the case, I did once think that I was the hottest shit. I learned my lesson, so now I have fun with those who don’t yet know what it is like to truly feel fear. I decided to tell them about the only two people that I have ever feared.
Let’s start with someone you probably don’t know, the only human that can ever incite fear into my very being. I can’t just tell you about him, I need to fully explain who this man is and to do so I need to start from before I met him. I have an acquaintance named Lucas, I come visit him every now and again to get information. He was still in highschool at the time, I came over to get information like usual. While I was waiting outside his house he had an extra person with him aside from the girl that he was always with. There was something strange though, because he doesn’t normally bring humans to his house and I could tell that this extra person was most definitely human. The way he walked you could tell that lucas was dragging him here, he was keeping his distance from the two of them. He was hunched over slightly and had his hand in his pockets. His face had ‘I am uncomfortable’ or ‘I shouldn’t be here’ written all over it. Basicly I am saying that he looked like a pathetic coward.
Once Lucas was within earshot, I waved and asked him what the hell was taking him so long. He smiled and replied saying that he should have made me wait longer. Being curious about the guy he dragged along, I ask what’s up the with pathetic sack of skin. The guy steps behind Lucas, being intimidated my question is so stupid. What was I going to do gouge his eyes out with my words. Lucas replies telling me that this guy is more interesting than I think, yeah right like this sack of shit could be interesting. “How the hell is this guy interesting? Does he crap his pants if he is too frightened or something?”
Lucas grins his little shit eating grin that always pisses me off saying, “kill him.” Lucas jokes but this one seemed a bit too far, “like hell I will, I have better things to do.” Lucas chuckled, “if you don’t you won’t get the information you came here for.” at which point the guy was starting to turn away to try to make a break for it, but he froze I am pretty sure Lucas was using his powers on him. I didn’t want to really feel like killing people that day, but hey if it is for the information I wanted it felt like and even trade. Lucas look at the girl that was with them and gestured to the end of the ally. She looked reluctant to do it but she went to keep people from coming over here.
I pull out my pistol, it was only a .22 because I like having fun with people and killing them with just one bullet isn’t fun. I point it at the extra’s head, Lucas looked disappointed and shook his head saying, “no no, use a knife or something making him truly feel his death.” Lucas has always been like this trying to screw with me, but joke was on him. I had a new knife technique that I wanted to try so I went along with his request. I could see the fear of death in the boy’s eyes. Lucas release him from his power’s grip, I had never seen someone so fearful of their own death before.
He dropped to his knees, I looked at him as told him to get up. I had just sheathed my gun and brandished the knife in my interior coat pocket. As I pull out I tell him that I can’t try my new technique if he isn’t standing. I was guessing that he ignored me out of fear after all since he dropped to the ground he had been staring at the ground. I slowly walk toward him and taunt him a bit more. I had figured I would just pull him up by his hair and slit his throat since he was being such a coward and wouldn’t fight.
I reached for his hair and that’s when I felt it, I felt this since if being trapped with no escape. Like something was swallowing me whole, I froze in place with my head reached towards him. The felt so think that I could no longer breathe, I was vulnerable from at all sides. Was this one of Lucas’s tricks, I look toward him but he just stood there smiling. Then I felt danger coming from in front of me so I instinctively pulled my hand back. The kid on his knees slowly started to stand while laughing quietly.
~~~~~~New Stuff~~~~~~~
“I thought you were going to kill me?” he told me as he lifted his eyes. “Or are you just big talk?” At that moment I realized that there was definitely something interesting about this sack of skin, because even though I could see him looking at me as he was standing in front of me. It felt as if he were standing on all sides of me, I didn’t know if it was my eyes or my instincts that I couldn’t trust. There was one thing I knew though, that day was going to be fun.
I told him that if he stood still that I would show him my new knife technique, he scoffed at me and said, “hurry up then, I can only hold back for so long.” I then switched from having the right side of my body toward him to having my left side closer getting me ready to kick. I looked at him and told him not to die to quickly or it wouldn’t be fun. I then dangled my knife between my thumb and index with my right hand. I was holding it with the blade pointing to the ground while holding my arm outstretched in front of me. I released my grip on the knife and let it plummet to the ground, but before it hit the ground I kicked it toward the boy’s head.
It was strange, the boy saw what was happening, but he had no reaction he didn’t try to dodge. It was like he accepted his fate, I lost hope of the boy being interesting. But the suffocating feeling didn’t leave, the boy grabbed the knife as it hit him in the left side of his forehead right above his eyebrow. In that instant without missing a beat as he was pulling the knife away from his head. He said “die,” and the look that had filled his face is what I can only describe as death. He lunged at me before he had even finished saying that one word, I tried to back off, but my whole body was slowed. He swiped at me horizontally from the right side of my chest to the left. With the same fluid motion he pulled the knife back towards him and stabbed me directly where my heart was. The knife dug into my chest, but abruptly stopped. My body continued to move back from my initial dodge attempt.
I grabbed my chest and looked down my entire shirt was red with blood, I couldn’t focus I then passed out.
When I finally came to, it was 3 days later. I woke up in the medical room of Lucas’s family home, the room was empty. I could tell that my heart had been pierced and that I had a few stitches holding it together. I also noticed that my chest had two scars, I have those scars even now. The bigger one stretches from below and a little bit past my right nipple horizontally to a little bit past my left nipple. The cut was so deep that it sliced open my left lung, the second scar is only a small one measuring about 1 ½ inches wide. It is located horizontally in the center of my chest between my nipples. My sternum was smashed into a few pieces, but for the most part it was cut in two piercing my heart.
After analyzing my current physical state, I decided to rest more, but as my luck would have it not even 10 minutes after I decided to rest Lucas walks in. He saw that I was awake and laughed, “Damn it you’re alive, though if you did die that would mean I couldn’t keep my promise to Brent.”
Let’s start with someone you probably don’t know, the only human that can ever incite fear into my very being. I can’t just tell you about him, I need to fully explain who this man is and to do so I need to start from before I met him. I have an acquaintance named Lucas, I come visit him every now and again to get information. He was still in highschool at the time, I came over to get information like usual. While I was waiting outside his house he had an extra person with him aside from the girl that he was always with. There was something strange though, because he doesn’t normally bring humans to his house and I could tell that this extra person was most definitely human. The way he walked you could tell that lucas was dragging him here, he was keeping his distance from the two of them. He was hunched over slightly and had his hand in his pockets. His face had ‘I am uncomfortable’ or ‘I shouldn’t be here’ written all over it. Basicly I am saying that he looked like a pathetic coward.
Once Lucas was within earshot, I waved and asked him what the hell was taking him so long. He smiled and replied saying that he should have made me wait longer. Being curious about the guy he dragged along, I ask what’s up the with pathetic sack of skin. The guy steps behind Lucas, being intimidated my question is so stupid. What was I going to do gouge his eyes out with my words. Lucas replies telling me that this guy is more interesting than I think, yeah right like this sack of shit could be interesting. “How the hell is this guy interesting? Does he crap his pants if he is too frightened or something?”
Lucas grins his little shit eating grin that always pisses me off saying, “kill him.” Lucas jokes but this one seemed a bit too far, “like hell I will, I have better things to do.” Lucas chuckled, “if you don’t you won’t get the information you came here for.” at which point the guy was starting to turn away to try to make a break for it, but he froze I am pretty sure Lucas was using his powers on him. I didn’t want to really feel like killing people that day, but hey if it is for the information I wanted it felt like and even trade. Lucas look at the girl that was with them and gestured to the end of the ally. She looked reluctant to do it but she went to keep people from coming over here.
I pull out my pistol, it was only a .22 because I like having fun with people and killing them with just one bullet isn’t fun. I point it at the extra’s head, Lucas looked disappointed and shook his head saying, “no no, use a knife or something making him truly feel his death.” Lucas has always been like this trying to screw with me, but joke was on him. I had a new knife technique that I wanted to try so I went along with his request. I could see the fear of death in the boy’s eyes. Lucas release him from his power’s grip, I had never seen someone so fearful of their own death before.
He dropped to his knees, I looked at him as told him to get up. I had just sheathed my gun and brandished the knife in my interior coat pocket. As I pull out I tell him that I can’t try my new technique if he isn’t standing. I was guessing that he ignored me out of fear after all since he dropped to the ground he had been staring at the ground. I slowly walk toward him and taunt him a bit more. I had figured I would just pull him up by his hair and slit his throat since he was being such a coward and wouldn’t fight.
I reached for his hair and that’s when I felt it, I felt this since if being trapped with no escape. Like something was swallowing me whole, I froze in place with my head reached towards him. The felt so think that I could no longer breathe, I was vulnerable from at all sides. Was this one of Lucas’s tricks, I look toward him but he just stood there smiling. Then I felt danger coming from in front of me so I instinctively pulled my hand back. The kid on his knees slowly started to stand while laughing quietly.
~~~~~~New Stuff~~~~~~~
“I thought you were going to kill me?” he told me as he lifted his eyes. “Or are you just big talk?” At that moment I realized that there was definitely something interesting about this sack of skin, because even though I could see him looking at me as he was standing in front of me. It felt as if he were standing on all sides of me, I didn’t know if it was my eyes or my instincts that I couldn’t trust. There was one thing I knew though, that day was going to be fun.
I told him that if he stood still that I would show him my new knife technique, he scoffed at me and said, “hurry up then, I can only hold back for so long.” I then switched from having the right side of my body toward him to having my left side closer getting me ready to kick. I looked at him and told him not to die to quickly or it wouldn’t be fun. I then dangled my knife between my thumb and index with my right hand. I was holding it with the blade pointing to the ground while holding my arm outstretched in front of me. I released my grip on the knife and let it plummet to the ground, but before it hit the ground I kicked it toward the boy’s head.
It was strange, the boy saw what was happening, but he had no reaction he didn’t try to dodge. It was like he accepted his fate, I lost hope of the boy being interesting. But the suffocating feeling didn’t leave, the boy grabbed the knife as it hit him in the left side of his forehead right above his eyebrow. In that instant without missing a beat as he was pulling the knife away from his head. He said “die,” and the look that had filled his face is what I can only describe as death. He lunged at me before he had even finished saying that one word, I tried to back off, but my whole body was slowed. He swiped at me horizontally from the right side of my chest to the left. With the same fluid motion he pulled the knife back towards him and stabbed me directly where my heart was. The knife dug into my chest, but abruptly stopped. My body continued to move back from my initial dodge attempt.
I grabbed my chest and looked down my entire shirt was red with blood, I couldn’t focus I then passed out.
When I finally came to, it was 3 days later. I woke up in the medical room of Lucas’s family home, the room was empty. I could tell that my heart had been pierced and that I had a few stitches holding it together. I also noticed that my chest had two scars, I have those scars even now. The bigger one stretches from below and a little bit past my right nipple horizontally to a little bit past my left nipple. The cut was so deep that it sliced open my left lung, the second scar is only a small one measuring about 1 ½ inches wide. It is located horizontally in the center of my chest between my nipples. My sternum was smashed into a few pieces, but for the most part it was cut in two piercing my heart.
After analyzing my current physical state, I decided to rest more, but as my luck would have it not even 10 minutes after I decided to rest Lucas walks in. He saw that I was awake and laughed, “Damn it you’re alive, though if you did die that would mean I couldn’t keep my promise to Brent.”
