Cleaning up my own vomit wasn't exactly something I wanted to be doing today, but I guess I've been experiencing a lot "today". I'm behind schedule, even during the morning, he's influencing my actions. Running away didn't work, he can track me. Fighting doesn't work, he's more capable than me. My options are limited. Police involvement wouldn't do much either, even if I tell them not to look at his eyes, there's no telling they'll listen. Besides, how would I even convince them to show up anyway? Regardless, I can't handle this alone by rushing in blind.
I perform my daily ritual, showering, brushing my hair, putting my contacts. I'm going to be late to class if I don't run there. Doesn't matter, I have more important things to deal with. I grab my shoes and leave for the shopping district.
Shopping is probably one of my least favorite parts of the week, but who else is going to do it? I need important essentials, like a gas canister, gasoline, a lighter… they're essential! These arson cases will be a good cover, the police will see what I do as a copy crime. The bastard will probably smell gasoline, but he also clearly wants me dead. He'll take the bait.
Gas Canister, a utility lighter, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate. I'll use the miscellaneous items to cover up what I'm doing. Obviously if I tried to just buy a gas can and lighter looking like I do will look suspicious. They might try to card me too, that'd be inconvenient. We'll see how this goes. I walk up to the counter, the only one by the way. There's a reason I picked this place, it's on the outskirts of the business district, and getting here is inconvenient. As you might have guessed, hardly anyone comes here, I'm surprised this place is still open.
Walking up to the counter, I see who I think is the owner, an unfriendly looking guy, bald head, beard, super tall. He looks like he could rip my head off, definitely doesn't have any friends. I see why nobody comes here with a caveman for an owner. *Tch, annoying kid. I bought this place thinking nobody would come. *What a weird reaction to a customer. Is this place a front or something? Unfriendly in both appearance and personality, how nice.
I place the items down with a smile. "Busy day?"
*Little shit *
"Real busy."
He looks over my items, and looks up suspiciously.
"You old enough to buy these, boy?"
"I get that pretty often, I'm actually nineteen, I'm buying this stuff for a campfire, me and my friends are eating smores."
*bullshit. *
"If it happens often, then I'm assuming you have your ID?"
Figures, it'd be too easy if you just let me buy things.
"Of course."
I pat my pockets, and, obviously come up with nothing. I act flustered.
"Er… I forgot it…"
He looks at me, unamused
"Then you're not buying the can, or the lighter."
I smile.
"Surely you can make an exception. After all, you don't want people coming in here and checking around, do you?"
His eyes harden.
"What was that? Are you threatening me right now, boy?"
I keep my expression light.
"Of course not! I'm just saying, I have a lot of friends, and you seem to like your privacy, I don't want to disturb you, quite the opposite!"
*Snake bastard *
"Get the fuck out."
This asshole. Just let me buy it, you Neanderthal. "Are you sure? I saw something pretty interesting when I was in the back."
*Annoying brat *
"I'm not selling you this. You're up to no good. Now leave, before I toss you out myself."
Tch, whatever. "Alright, alright…"
Welp, that didn't work out. I'll just steal what need then.
Convenient thing about my power, it's proximity based. The farther someone is, the quieter their voice in my head. There's some exceptions too, some people are definitely louder than others, but I digress. I wait 40 minutes, and when I can hardly hear him, I throw a rock into the owner's windshield, the car alarm blares. I quickly run to the side entrance, and enter, getting what I need, while he's screaming pissed. It takes a minute to get everything, when I hear him start asking questions.
*Who the fuck did this to my car? Was it that snake from earlier? I knew he looked sketchy. * His "voice" is getting louder, I bolt to the back room. There should be a way out—
…Looks like the caveman has discovered fire, Mr. Savage has a lot of firepower here, but why? Oh well, that's a question for later the exit is right there, might as well take one of these for the road.
The caveman calls out to me.
"Put that gun down, boy."
What? He snuck up on me? How? Oh well, I aim the gun at him.
"Or what?"
He looks at me, almost disappointed.
"Kid, I don't know what you're going through, or what you plan on doing, but knock it off. You're going to get yourself in trouble. Put down the gun, leave the stolen items, and I'll overlook this."
…All these fucking idiots keep pitying me. Annoying. Unacceptable. I'm so fucking sick of all these morons pitying me. This is all your fault. That damn knife weilding psycho. I'm going to make sure it hurts when I kill you. I'm going to fucking disembowel you. Make you beg for mercy.
I'll just kill this old fuck and get on with it… he's a witness. He saw me steal, he sees me with a gun. He's a threat, so get rid of him. Kill him. Just kill him already, what are you waiting for?! Shoot! He grabs the gun. SHOOT! He knocks his fist on my head with a sigh.
"Stupid kid, get out of here, before I change my mind."
…I just aimed a gun at you, and this is how you react?
"Why…"
"Nevermind that, kid. Get out of here. The police are on there way."
I leave empty handed. I don't have anything. That stop was a waste of time, I'll need another plan. All because I couldn't kill him… he didn't deserve to die. That's the problem, it's his fault for not being bad… I'm sorry about your windshield. I'll leave you alone, I won't talk to you again. I won't bother you, I'm sorry.
I go back to school, might as well. The rest of my day is uneventful. I talk to the people I normally do, I eat lunch at the staircase, I make "friends" with Ada again, I send the guard to help Charlie, I hope he's okay. It's just more of the same, I'm going to die again. I'm going to die again. I don't want to die, please don't kill me.
The courtyard. He's there again. I'm not ready to fight, I can't run, and I don't even have a trap set up. All I can do is gather information. He smiles at me.
"Hello again."
It's funny, his actions are shockingly similar when I don't change anything. Do you know what that means? He's a dependent variable, just like everyone else. Let's test things out.
"I know your power. If someone looks in your eyes, you paralyze them. Am I wrong?"
He stops dead in his tracks.
"Now how do you know that?"
So I was right, huh? I thought it was suspicious how he didn't know how I figured it out last time.
"We've met before, haven't we?"
He seems amused.
"I guess we have, I just didn't know you were aware about it. So you knew I was stalking you, huh?"
I didn't, actually.
"Why? Is it because I'm one of them?"
He shrugs, the knife in his hand is making me nauseous.
"What a silly question, you just answered it yourself."
That doesn't give me anything new.
"And how do you know I'm one of them? What is them?"
He sighs, exasperated.
"Are you playing dumb? You know my power, but you don't even know that we can sense each other?"
He starts closing the distance again.
"We both know you're going to kill me, so can't you humor me more? I want to at least know why I'm going to die."
He sighs and stops.
"Fine. It's nothing personal, I just hate you.
What the fuck does that mean?
"I detest your sort, it's nothing that you personally did, is what I mean."
What the fuck?
"Do you get it now? I want all you freaks dead."
No, I don't get it.
"I get it. You should kill yourself. You're a freak too, no? In fact, even discounting that, you should kill yourself. Nobody would miss you if you died."
Fucking eyesore, I'm out of here.
So he can sense me. No, we can sense each other. I can do anything that moron can. I'll beat him, I'll hurt him. I don't think I'll learn anything new this time, but I'm not going to let myself die without hurting him. Baseball practice should still be going on, I'll head there to get a bat. The guard is at the exit, so I'll just take a window. He's still following me. I get to the field, the coach is yelling at the team, I'm behind the cages, and quickly pick a bat up from someone's bag.
*
What is he doing?
What a weirdo…
Is he a new player? Coach didn't say anything about him
Felix? He's not on the team
*
One of the baseball players grabs my wrist.
"What the hell are you doing? That's my bat."
I don't give a shit. I don't have time for this, I punch him in the face knocking him over, and I run away with the bat. Not my best thought out plan, to be honest, but I'm trying. The guy I knocked over is really cursing me out right now… I feel a sudden push from behind and topple over, the coach grabs by arm and pulls it behind my back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Shit, this isn't going well. Before I can come up with an explanation, I'm surrounded by the baseball team, including the guy I punched earlier.
*
What was all that about?
Somebody's in trouble, haha
I gotta get this on camera
You're on my shit list
*
Before I can think of an excuse, he shows up again. I don't even know how I know, I can't see him, but, he taps on the shoulder of the person I hit and makes eye contact—
*how nice, they've got the freak all cornered, might as well have them clean up the mess too… *
"NO!"
I try to break free, but the coach puts more pressure on my arm.
"Stay down, you're coming with me!"
The killer takes his time locking eyes with each member, I trash to get away, he gets to the coach and places his hand on his shoulder.
"Yo!"
They lock eyes, shit. SHIT! I NEED TO GET AWAY! The coach releases me, but I'm surrounded by the team members, they have me surrounded, they're… moving. What?
*
Die
Die
Die
Kill him
*
What the hell is going on?!
"This might be even better than killing you alone. Now I have a whole cleanup crew, haha. Here I was, trying to give you a fighting chance, but then you go on and give me pawns to use anyway. Looks like you didn't know my power after all."
No… no… no, no, no, no!
"You really hurt my feelings earlier… I forgive you though, really. I can't be thinking about you after you die here, after all. You might just be the easiest kill I've ever done, thanks for that."
I try dashing through the circle of people, but I'm pushed back in. They're laughing. They're laughing at me! *Hahahah hehehHgsha ahhdhabgeb haahhaha hehahHahahhshahah lser theic ahhahhaAhbaa* shut up, shut up *pathetfgjvzic loehetaser worghefhuthlhaess HAHAHA* SHUT UP! I feel my sides being pressed on, my body is being stomped on, I cover my head with my arms, but they keep stomping. *HAHAHAHEHAARHEECGAELOSERFHAGJHD* Please stop! I can't move, the weight on me is too heavy, fat bastards, GET OFF OF ME! They keep stomping, keep kicking, I hear a crack come from my side, it's hard to breathe, why does this keep happening to me?! I feel metal hit my knees bending it the wrong way. *HAHDEGAGGADHJVFUGDEYYA* stop… please! Someone help… my head hurts… the metal makes contact with my head—
…Everything hurts. I don't want to get up… I don't want to get hurt again.