Psychogenesis

[RyuSpike]

Hey there everyone! This is it! The story you have been waiting for! This baby of mine is over 14 pages long! The longest story I have ever written thus far!... By one page! Beating the record I had with my Freshmen written story, Silver Moon, which was 13 pages. I did that on purpose because it was Halloween when it was assigned and I want to use my favorite werewolf Curnell in that one.

But Silver Moon is not important! I lost that page a long time ago and can't show it ever again! But this one will last....
FOREVER!!!!
And it's free to read! :3 Unless you steal my story and claim as your own then I will go lawsuit on your butt! For you see... I declare....
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I pwned you there random internet thieves! >:3
....But really. I do have legal copyright over this. This is going to be printed material soon enough. Printed up by my school so that past generations can see. Along with several other hacks and talents. ^__^ Joking! Everyone in my class did a good job!.... But not really a great job. They are all too short. Only a few were of more readable sizes.

Well, I hope you guys enjoy this! And don't you post til I'm done posting the different parts! You will ruin the story for everybody!... I could always lock you this til I'm done, but I'm too lazy! =___=

Enjoy!

[RyuSpike]

Psychogenesis
RyuSpike

Before Earth came into existence, there was nothing in the world until God came and commanded there to be light. Many say that only God can do such a thing, but I'm not the type of guy who'll agree with them so easily. Sure, a powerful being like God could create the universe and bring along life, but he was also the only one there. What if someone else had been there and asked for some light around this bleak and dark existence? Would he be hailed as God instead of God himself? What would become of God then? Personally, I rather not get into a debate about religion or anything like that. I'm just using this as an example of what I'm trying to talk about. Truth be told, I have actually read the Bible a couple times. I read all of the Old Testament and most of the New Testament. I can't really say I'm Christian or any of their branch beliefs because I truly can't say that I believe in God. It is very complex to talk about. I am very aware of the fact that the entirety of the Big Bang Theory is a bit too patchy, and there has been no firm evidence to prove it. The theory itself is more of a guess rather than a scientific discovery anyways. When it comes down to it, I think that there is a really good chance that God exists while the other possibility that we just exist. Plain yet simple.

I have been lying in my bed for the past few days now. Eating, bathing, and school are the only things that will force me to leave this place. Those thoughts, the existence of God and creation, have been stuck in my head for the past week. The beginning. Ever story has one. Life begins at birth, but ends with death. I was given a second beginning when I thought I was going to die. Something I have yet to understand at all. I look to my alarm clock to find that it is five thirty-two in the morning. I'll need to get ready to go to school in an hour. I gotten up from the comfort of my sheets and placed my glasses over my eyes. I think I need to get a new pair soon because the lens in the left socket is becoming loose. The fact that they are large and round is also starting to annoy me. When I'm wearing them, I feel like I'm back in middle school. I look too nerdy in them. But does that even matter anymore? No time to bother with that.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and splashed some water in my hair to wet it. I then tied the back into a tail I have been sporting since last year. Wiped my eyes of its snot and brushed the rest of my hair the best I can manage. I went into the kitchen to grab myself some breakfast. I glanced outside a window to see that my father had already left for work. My mother will do the same in the next few hours. I decided upon having some waffles with blueberries in them for breakfast. Those are really good. There was some orange juice left in the fridge and plenty of milk. I poured a glass of each as the waffles cooked in the toaster then went to grab a marble syrup container. The toaster popped the waffles out as I closed the refrigerator door. In the next few minutes breakfast was over and I was heading for school.

My school isn't really that far from my house so I just walk over there. A lot of kids do this actually since we live in such a tight community. Most of the spots that I like to go to are in walking distance too. There is the shopping district, the book store, the town's library, the three convenient stores and their respective gas stations, and finally our town’s own little park. Well, not so much the park at the moment. Too soon since then. I don’t have much time to go through there anyway. Being a high school student has its burdens and time seems to be the one that slips from my fingers the most.

With my bag at my side and the shoulder strap secured, I felt a bit ready for the day ahead. If that is the case then why do I still feel so uneasy? It isn't really school that is causing this, but some unknown force that is nagging at the back of my skull for the past week. Could it be some kind of side effect from unlocking my true potential? Ignore it Ian because you’re here. I look up ahead of me to see the schoolyard that was starting to fill up with students. I'll definitely put these thoughts aside for now.

[RyuSpike]

Most of the day went by as usual. I had my first period math class then it was off to biology. After that, it was physical education. The first two classes were uneventful due to most of the more interesting individuals that I am affiliated with belonging to my other classes. There are several people in the class that I have the pleasure to have met. One over the rest at least. That one being a good friend of mine. Her name is Angela Solomon or Angie to her friends. It is an interesting name really since Angel has the word angel in it while the last is the name of an ancient and wise king. A divine name to have right there.

Angie has nice red hair that is combed out right above the shoulders and smelled of strawberries from a distance. Her eyes were blue like ocean water at sea which you can easily get lost in. She also is just a bit shorter than I am, but that is to be expected since I’m one of the tallest in my class. We knew each other since freshmen year and always found something to talk about. Whether it be about games, television, movies, or latest on pop culture. We always did that kind of thing back in freshmen year and somewhat in the summer, but when sophomore year came around it started to get complicated.

We were instructed to jog around the school once then return to the gymnasium to record our times. I was hoping to talk to Angie while we were running outside, but a certain obstacle was stopping me. His name was Steven Bernard, also known as the self-proclaimed quarterback of the football team. He was a buffed guy with short blond hair and a plastic smile. He has been hanging out with Angie since the beginning of the year and seems to be the new focus in all our few and rare conversations lately. Very rare.

Apparently the two of them are dating. I mean, when did that happen? The guy never knew she even existed before summer break came around! Steve's personality is also a bit askewer. When he is around Angela, he seems so... out of place. He just doesn't fit in with her nicer demeanor. I heard others say that they are a perfect couple. I heard from more reliable sources that Steve is the type of guy who you will often see with his friends at all the parties. I can tell that these are no PG parties either. I’m glad Angie has been super busy since school started to go with him on any of these exploits.

"Hey Angie!" I called out at last and started waving to catch her attention.
"Hm? Oh, hey Ian." Angie replied while I caught up to her, "What's up?"
"Nothing much lately, but I wanted to talk to you about somethi-” I was interrupted by a large blunt forced that unmercifully slapped down on my shoulder.
"Hey! Angie! Mind if I steal you away for a little while?"
"Uh... Sure Steven. I'll talk to you later Ian." Angie waved as she walked away with Steve. Those red sinister eyes of his staring back at me with a grin.

This was a typical site. She said that a few days ago and this was one of the few days that we even spoke to each other. I feel a bit hurt by this. Actually, I really do feel hurt! My shoulder is aching from when Steve was squeezing it. It seems someone has some real issues that they should really take care of! The teacher then had us playing basketball for the rest of the period, and it would have passed as a normal period if it weren’t for that basket falling off at a random direction. Correction. It was a convenient direction it was heading off to.

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"Ow!" Came out the Steve’s cry, "Who the hell threw that?! Huh?!"
"Dude! It was Shrimpy! Shrimpy smacked you with the ball!" One of Steve's gym buddies called out so that everyone could hear. They must be blind, right?
"That little asswipe!" Steven spat as he stomped to the small figure near the edge of the other side of the gym. Everybody, including me, was crowding around the two. I doubt they are really trying to stop the beating that is about to come about. Angie and the teacher were out of the room to grab some equipment for the next class after ours. Angie always enjoyed helping the teachers in our school. What bad timing.

That reminds me. Jared. Jared Howards. He is a kid that I met last year, but we never really talked at all. We only see each other while in the halls, but no real communication. Jared is what most of us would call.... height impaired. From what I can tell from the size he is at, which is about the half of my own height, that is the tallest he will ever become. It is kind of sad really. This is especially sad sense a lot of the school have found it funny to always mention it when around him or saying his name. He never really talks to anybody and always keeps to himself. He never really says anything nice to anybody either so… It is really hard say if he deserves the hate or not.

Jared had let his hair grow into a shag that covers up most of his features, or maybe even intensify them even more. I am only surprised that the back of his massive head of hair only goes down to neck neck. I figured him to be the type to just let it all grow out. What strange style, but not as strange as those eyes. Yes, those eyes. They feel... empty. They even seem to be the color of byzantium at the right light! This boy. I can't help but feel uneasy around him the most. Why doesn't everyone else feel the same? Maybe they do, but they do not want to admit it.

"So meathead!" I snapped back to reality and watched as Steven grabbed Jared by the collar of his shirt, "You think it is funny to smack people in the head with balls?! Your mom probably does that plenty of times, you little pregnant dog!" Wait... When did Jared's mother got into this? I am starting to suspect that this has nothing to do with the basketball now.
"Well... That isn’t nice… My mother is dead." Jared just plainly spoke, no real emotion in it at all! I mean, I see guys get angry when some other guy talking trash about his mother, but Jared doesn't seem a bit bothered by it. In fact, he seems completely calm in his own eerie manner.
"Well... Then she must be a dead sleeper!" Doesn't Steven even have a heart? And why is everyone laughing? I don’t find that a bit humorous! In fact, that is completely offensive! This is all just madness! Why isn’t anybody here stopping this? Why am I not stopping it? I know for a fact that I can but…
"That can't be true," Jared again stated in a tone that is unfazed by the insults, "Because my mother is still alive.”
“Are you retarded? You said she was dead!”
“Yes, but now this is really sad. Since you pathetic morons actually believed me then that makes you all a bunch of idiotic, retarded bastard children now." Well... I feel insulted. And from the looks that are around me, so was everyone else.

As expected, Steve didn't take this well either. His face became red as it turned into this ugly expression of anger. Cheers for him rang out as jeers grew louder for Jared. My heart is racing faster as the footballer's fist came close to Jared's face. I couldn't do anything. I wanted to help, but I just froze. This isn't right at all. I never knew Jared in a close personal fashion, but who gave them the right to treat him like this? Besides the bastard children comment, but he was only doing that as the means for defending himself from the vulgar words Steve were using. I flashed back to reality. The fist is coming closer. It... It missed? Yes! Somehow, Steve's hand went past Jared's right side of the face and hit right into the concrete wall. The attacker dropped Jared and grabbed hold of his hand. He screamed and cursed for several minutes as his friends moved in on Jared. The smaller student can't possibly win the fight. Looking at his limbs just now, he is way too gimpy for anything physical. My muscles were working again. I need to stop this now or else it will only get worse.

"Hang on! Stop this right now! This is getting out of hand!" I shouted, but no one was listening. Figures. I tried again, but I was quickly pushed outside the circle. Yelling and hooting was echoing the gymnasium. This is chaos. I need to get out of here and get the teacher. I am the only reliable witness. I... I am too late. I heard a series of crackling knuckles then smacking. I can only assume the worst. The crowd soon cleared away, or were they dropping? Everyone in the circle had suddenly fainted! Only one figure could be seen. It was Jared. Of all people, it was the one who was least likely to survive. I can only stay there in shock now. What was he? He couldn't have... done something to them. Right? Jared is walking towards me! He stepped over some of the bodies of the slain while digging his feet into the backsides of Steven and his goons. As Jared came closer, however, I quickly learned that he wasn't even going to attempt to speak with me. He only gave me a glance then walked out the doors to the gymnasium. I was left alone.

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It was art class now. I am sill feeling a bit uneasy from gym class. When Angie and the teacher got back, things didn’t look good. The kids were coming to and didn’t remember much that had happened. Steve had told the teacher that it was all Jared’s fault and the short kid just attacked them all. Everyone else agreed while I just groaned. Angela helped the victim up onto his feet and spotted his red hand. She quickly realized that it was broken and brought him to the nurse’s office. The teacher was not happy. She had ran out of the gymnasium to chase down Jared so that he can receive his punishment. I tried to tell her that this was all a big mistake, but she ignored me. I doubt that I could have done anything to convince her otherwise anyway. The visual evidence was obvious.

The art teacher told us to draw a still life of a vase with flowers inside. We needed to draw the entire jar and the flowers inside them. This was the second day that we were sketching this. I’m not all that talented, but I did a great job with the vase. The lines weren’t thick and it does have that look of glass. The flowers on the other hand are not as great. It is very difficult to put in every detail and I sometimes lose track of which flower petal I was drawing. They were everywhere! I will be happy if someone just came up to me so that I can have a break.

“Yo E-Man!” Speak of the devil. It’s Wayan.
“Hey thereWayan.” I turned around in my seat to face the dark skinned teen that I suddenly found myself befriending since I came into the class, “Anything new for you?”
“Nothing for me man.” Wayan fell into the seat next to me, “I heard that something went down at the gym! You were there! Tell me this business about Steve and Jared!”
“So you’ve heard? That was fast… It happened just last period.”
“I know! And to think I missed it!” That’s right. Wayan goes to the same PE class as I do, but he wasn’t there that day. Make-up work seems to be the one thing that hinders us all. “I only heard what was going on by some of the guys that were there.”
“I see. What did they told you?” I doubt any of them would be unbiased. I was right.

This is what the official story. After taking a jog around the school, the class played basketball. Steve was shooting some hoops when suddenly Jared smacked Steven in the back of the head with a basketball. Jared then kicked Steve in the crotch and called Steve’s mom a dirty sleeper. Steve got justly anger and attack Jared. Steve broke his hand while punching Jared in his face because he was that mad. While Steve was withering in pain, Jared did a couple of cheap shots to finish him off. Everyone else joined in to help Steve, but Jared used his shortness to runaway from the dog pile that was formed. The gym teacher then ran after Jared and beaten the tar out of him. Yep. That definitely happened, but I think that telling Wayan my side of the story would be more enlightening.

After telling Wayan what really, the artistic boy went into a sketching frenzy. He kept muttering how low down that Steve can be for putting the blame on Jared. I’ll agree with him there, but doesn’t he also do the same thing? Putting that aside now. Being our class’s best artist, Wayan had a talent when it comes to drawing and painting. What he drew was a big headed version of Steve and Jared and random members of our gym class. Steve and the class had devil horns as the jock stomps on Jared, but on the other side of the paper they all had halos and were pointing at Jared. What a perfect image of the events that occurred. I kind of like it.

“What do you think? I even colored it in for you.” Wayan said as he waved the drawing in front of me.
“This is really good. Huh,” I looked closer into the drawing, “I noticed that you colored all the eyes oddly. Steve has red eyes here then pink eyes in the one with the halo. Jared has purple eyes while everyone else in the background gets their entire body turned into this pale blue.”
“Jeez! Don’t you get out much?” Wayan exclaimed as he started to point of the drawing’s details, “It is suppose to be like that! Realism means nothing unless to change the reality around the picture. The red and pink are telling you his character, man! Good appearance with an inner evil.” I’ll say!
“I see, and you used purple to represent Jared’s character?” I asked because I also use that color when associating with him.
“Yeah because he is all mysterious and dark! You can’t just figure the guy out! I have been trying but nothing! Which reminds me, where is that little pipsqueak? I need to get back at the turd for what he did.”
“What did he do?”
“I don’t remember, but I know that he was involved somehow! I just don’t know how yet. Maybe it is something he had said…” I’ll believe that.

Just then Jared had entered into the room. He still had that miserably bored expression on his face since PE. He sat down at a table then just sat there. Wayan had looked at me then went off to talk Jared. What we were talking about the eyes earlier. I am starting to think how I have been doing the same thing. I just never really realized it. The eyes are the windows to the soul and the stretching of the truth can lead to the truth. If Jared had purple, Angie as blue, and Steve as red then what am I? I am not sure about myself. I might have bronze or maybe just brown. Nothing as noticeable as the others. Heck, I’ll even say that Wayan has amber eyes. So what is my being?

“Come off it!” Uh oh. Wayan and Jared are clashing.
“Come off what?” Jared asked as if a little annoyed.
“You practically knocked the entire class out! How can you not get in trouble?”
“Teacher didn’t bother.” Really? She seemed pretty determined not so long ago.
“Bullshit! You must have gotten a detention!”
“Dope.”
“Then how did you do it? Did you use your mind control?”
“Yep.”
“Sarcasm, boy. Sarcasm.”
“I know. You just suck at it.” That counts as a pawnage right?
“Why you… I’ll get you for this Howards! This I swear!”
“Mr. Johnson, no shouting in class.” Our art teacher said as he walked by.
“Yes sir.” Wayan mumbled.

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Art passed and lunch arrived. Wayan went off to his own group of friends and Jared doesn’t have lunch in the school from what I can tell. I didn’t learn any new information about the incident and just gave up. I bought my lunch from the kitchen and went to a table. I have been finding myself eating alone these days. Normally, I will bring my own lunch with me and eat in the library. I had money with me today and I didn’t prepare anything ahead of time. So it is school food for me. I don’t see why everyone complains about it all the time. It is decent and actually better for your health since the school removed the fat content inside them. I guess students aren’t used to the lack of the fat that makes up most of the taste you would have in your everyday burger. I was just getting to my milk when a certain person was calling out for me.

"Ian!" Angie called out as she sat down next to me.
"Angie? What are you doing here?" I honestly asked.
"You're acting as if we never speak here before." True since you came here last week but disappeared for the rest of days till now.
"It's nothing. So how is Steve doing?"
"He's doing okay, but he still needs to stay in the nurse's office. I can't believe that Jared kid was able to break his hand." Yep, Jared is really a superhuman in a tiny body. That sounds a lot less pathetic then telling your girlfriend that you broke your own hand.
"That is too bad. That means he will be off the field for a while." According to his teammates that I met up in the halls, they told me that they now have a better chance at winning a game with that ball-hog around.
"Yeah, but the team told me that it is going to be okay. They seem to be very confident. That is really good for a team, right?" Why are you asking me? Does Angie even know anything about American football? Angie, really, why are you dating a guy that is in a sport that you don't even really like? I know you are smarter than this! Why can't you see through all the lies he has been spewing out? They aren’t really all that good.
"Really? That is good. I bet they are sure to win." Without Steve, the team is at one hundred percent for sure.
"Yeah, but I really can't stand people like Jared! He goes around making trouble for others for no reason at all! If this is about his height then he should get over it already! Man! Some people!" Angie, you misunderstand! Jared is the victim here! If you were aware of the harassment he was facing since freshman year then your opinion would be different! I can only blame myself for not mentioning during the first year. Maybe she would have thought twice before dating the real creep.

We decided to switch topics to something less depressing. I like those kinds of conversations a lot better. Neither Steve nor anybody else was involved. It was just plain talking. A real discussion for once. I can only wish that more of these would happen, but once Steve gets back out of the nurse it'll return to normal as always. There was ten minutes until lunch officially ends and for a second, I thought I was going to have some free time with Angie for once. Unfortunately, Jared is a trouble kid. He was coming down the hall so that he can get to the next class when these groups of large guys came up to him. Jared was the one wearing a large, thick jacket which made his head look small. Another mob of spectators were forming around them. This is happening again? At least Angie is here as a witness. But I first need to stop that fight! I pushed through the crowd as Angela called out after me to stop. I couldn't. Not this time.

"Well, well... If it isn't Tiny thingy." The leader of the group announced. Jared looked around him then looked up. I am starting to get an idea of where this is going.
"You shouldn't be talking to yourself in public. People might think something is wrong with you." Knew it and in that same tone as before.
"O-o-oh! You're getting it now you little piece of-!" He was cracking at his knuckles as he came forward to Jared, but something was wrong. His eyes, they were full of rage a few seconds ago but they quickly shifted into... fear? His hands were shaking now. What is wrong with him? The boy was backing away, no, he is running away! The other two with him were chasing after him in an attempt to calm him down. The crowd slowly disbursed. I stood there still. Was I imagining this? Did Jared have something to do with this? I would have went deeper inside that thought further, but Angie interrupted my train of thought.

"Ian? What are you doing?" She asked as if confused.
"Uh... I was going to stop that fight just now, but I guess it... took care of itself."
"What? What are you talking about Ian?" Angie? Are you okay? You saw what happened! A group of guys came and... wait...
"Hey Angie? Did you just see what Jared just did a few minutes ago?"
"Jared?" She looked behind me from the side since I am much taller than her and frowned, "I don't see him. Where is he? Are you sure you saw him? You must have mistaken him for someone else."
"...Yeah! You are probably right!" I lied then went on the last of the lunch period.

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Angela and I went to our English class then split for our final period. I have a free period while she had music class. I usually, and always, go to the school's library doing this time of the day. The library was a peaceful place. No one else came here during their free period so this allowed me plenty of time to read my favorite books. Reading always seems to keep my mind at ease. No matter how much trouble is in the world, books have always counseled me back into my positive view of everything. The words that are formed in the pages fill me up with joy as stories came to life before my very eyes. But that has to wait. I'm going to use this time to think. I need to figure out Jared.

Age? Sixteen, the same as me. Height? About three and a half feet, which is almost half of my five-eleven. Hair and eyes? Black hair and dark purple irises if anything else! Let's not forget to mention that they are filled with this cold gloom that causes you to cringe on sight by just staring at them! Back more importantly, they are filled with hate. Hate for himself, or for others? Others. The way he constructs his insults... He must have grown to despise everyone at the school since last year. That is easy to see now. Maybe... I should have reacted sooner... I could have helped him then... Focus! You already got this much about him! You just need to figure out how he did what he did!

I grabbed a book a looked through it blindly. This started in the gym. When he was surrounded, everyone else fell to the floor for some reason. When they woke up from their short slumber, no one knew how they got to the ground. It just happened. No... This actually started when Steven tried to punch Jared. He missed even though he was grabbing hold of Jared up close. He shouldn't have missed, and I doubt that Jared could have easily dodged that. Then finally, the events in the hall connected to the cafeteria. He caused a bully to run away in fear then made everyone forget what they saw. This isn't making sense! This.... no.... It does make sense! I made this realization by the time my seventh book was fully flipped. I closed the novel and placed it back into its original spot. The Melancholy of the Wistful Girl. How too appropriate. A story of aliens, time travelers, and the like. To think a work of fiction like this can be connected to my problems so closely. What a mess. I should have seen this coming from the start.

My free period ended at three forty-seven. School officially ending at three fifty. I am walking down the school’s corridors and came up to the front doors of the school. I stood still and stared at the person who was waiting for me. Jared Howards. He was leaning on the center rim of the door, waiting for me no doubt. I took a glance at the clock. Fifty-one. Nine more minutes till four. I look back. Jared gotten off the center and made a step toward me. He stared at me and said, “So you want to talk.”
“How did you know I wanted to speak with you?”
“You already know that Ian William Brooks.”
“You know my middle name? Not even the teachers or my friends could remember it. I can’t say we are exactly buddies either. Did you look it up?”
“You already know that answer too.”
“I may already know the answer, but I rather hear it from the source.”
“Is that all? Truth be told… it was already done.”

It’s true indeed. All around me was an eternal darkness like no other. The only things that exists in this blank world was Jared, myself, and these floating blobs of light. There is no doubt now. Jared is just like me. His mind has the ability to manipulate and take in the brainwaves that emits from the brain in the form of electromagnetic impulses created during the discharge in the brain cells. In other words… He can read the thoughts of others. He can control the vision of others. He can control the memories of others. Like me, he is the next evolutionary step of becoming a true esper. I can not believe I didn’t realize it sooner! It was all right there! To think he was hiding his true presence all this time. But when did this happen? How long has been able to do all of this? Did he had these powers since last year or just as recently as I? I need to know.

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“Jared, how long have you been able to do this?” I asked the boy before me.
“…Much longer than you had it.” Is that a grin on his face?! He is smirking at me in such a smug manner! Almost as if he thinks himself superior towards me.
“Since last year?”
“Since I was learning to walk.”
“You mean since you were a child?”
“That is correct. But that doesn’t matter right now.”
“What does then?”
“You had fought the likes of Barren and won even though you hadn’t any kind of potential. You shouldn’t even be able to do any of the things that true psychics like myself can accomplish. You existence is obviously flawed somehow.
“You knew about Barren?” I shouted in surprise. That wasn’t a name I thought I’ll hear again so soon.

Barren was a dangerous man. His hate for others was strong. His psychic potential was unleashed one faithful day, and everybody paid for it. Men, women, and children suffered from psychological trauma from his influence. He had been travelling around the country, attacking innocent people at a drop of a hat. All of his victims were hospitalized from the assaults and he shortly became a dangerous criminal soon after. Due to his nonphysical attacks, however, he could never get caught. The police could do nothing. Hundreds of people gotten hurt for the past few months in the summer, and would have continued if he didn’t attacked his last victim only a week ago. The one who can beat him in his own game. A boy named Ian Brooks.

I was only taking a shortcut through the park when I met him. He was a large man with an untamed beard and the most blackest of eyes. I was trapped within a psychological plane of existence that I couldn’t escape from. I was doomed to relive the worst moments of my life and from nothing at all, but something saved me. A light from within the darkness. My hope and salvation. I fought back his control over me and reclaimed my sanity. It was the most amazing battle I ever had. It was my will that had won the war, and I reversed the effects of Barren’s mind breaking assault. He laid in the park alone that night. Police found him and thought he was another victim, not realizing he was the man they were looking for. The attacks stopped after that. No one but me knew where the psycho attacker went. At least, I thought I was the only one.

“You knew about Barren?” I asked again. Rage was building up in my voice.
“I was able to sense his presence a long time ago. I bet a lot of psychics know about him.” Jared replied as he floated around in his world that was created.
“You knew? And you didn’t try to stop him? Barren was hurting innocent people! He sent kids to the hospital! The man was a psycho, and I should know! I was inside his head! You had these powers just like me… So why didn’t you do anything?”
“Because these humans don’t deserve it.” Jared coldly replied. The hate in his voice was quite noticeable. I was already feeling distressed, and to hear that was the breaking point.
“They… don’t deserve it? Is that all you have to say?”
“What else is there to say?” Jared, for the first time I ever seen him, was shouting angrily at me, “People… are greedy creatures. They are selfish and evil. Caring for themselves and their so called groups! No one is good in this world Ian. If anything, you are the closest to being sinless compared to the rest of these worthless bastards around us. The only good people there are in this godforsaken planet are the ones who have took the next step in our evolution. Us.”
“Us?” I can’t believe what I am hearing. He can’t be serious. “Us? Are we really good people? Are you saying that we, psychics, are good people?! Are you saying that what Barren did was right? Do you think that every human man, woman, and child are nothing but scum we can scrape off of society? No… What Barren did was truly wrong and perverted. No matter how much you like to twist it, it is as plain as black and white.”

Jared stared at me then gave a sigh of grief. He shook his head in disapproval then said, “You are so naïve. I have no choice then.” His dark eyes stared into my soul, “I need to force you to understand.” I was dumbfounded. Before I can respond, he had already materialized a reaper’s scythe in his hand. He dashed towards me and swung the blade through me. I can only stand there as my top half slowly moves down my body. Jared is different now. His form. He was taller than before. Taller than me even! This must be the form he is choosing for himself. The power he wants to have over me and others is definitely seen now. But this power he has will not take over me so easily. I will not give up. Jared was surprised to see my body evaporate into nothingness and the blade unstained by blood. He moved to his right to see me, alive and well. His psychological attack failed.

“I see that you mastered control of this world already. Faster than I expected.” Jared stated as he studied me.
“It is easy actually. This is much like being in a dream thanks to the fact that we are in a kind of hyper REM sleep. Our brains are processing information from each other causing most of the functions in our heads to interlock. Our senses of sight, sound, and the rest are all focusing on the information from the REM rather than the reality around us. To take control of that information and manipulating it can cause an alternating effect within our senses. In other words, we are both controlling a dream we are both sharing at the same exact time. A collaboration of minds, if you will.”
“It is just the matter of who can overtake the other to gain control of the dream’s actions.”
“Yes. That is unfortunately the case.”

[RyuSpike]

Words are of no use now. Action needs to take place. The disadvantage that one can have in the hyper REM sleep, which creates the mindscape we are in, is that neither mindbenders should ever loose their concentration. The brain takes in all information that they received in this false reality, and if we see all this as real then we can seriously die here. Even for a second that we believe that we are hurt then we will get hurt. The control on has in this mindscape is also determined by one’s concentration. If you lose your focus then you will lose the game. This is how a psychic’s battle is conducted. Not with fists our fancy moves or bullets or swords. Not in a physical sense at least. No, more like a battle between two powerful minds that cannot be stopped.

Our battle was much like that. Jared summoned scythes as his mean of attacking me while I used energy like blade as my defense. It felt more ethical in my opinion. Better then knowing that a twenty-foot blade will stab you, that’s for sure. My psi-blades also seem to be doing well at cutting down Jared’s thousand scythes. Considering that none of this is real, I have no worries about making a mistake during my swings since I never missed. We kept this up for what seemed like hours. We changed our environment slightly as a way to keep up the advantage. We are not perfect and suffered some hits by mistake. A small cut here and there for me. Nothing serious. However, Jared seems to changing. Not in a good way either.

Jared was actually changing! He had taken on a form of a black winged angel. Its skin was pale and starting to peal, and his raven black feathers were starting to do the same. In a sense, his new face has much more beauty but is it really good to look like the Morning Star? Our surroundings are shifting again. We are standing amongst clouds hovering over a broken Earth. A canyon was forming as pit of fire started to burst out. Jared is taking over! Thanks to his disturbing new appearance, I lost my concentration! I need to reclaim some of it now before it is too late!

“What are you doing Jared?” I asked as a mean to keep him occupied.
“I am simply changing the battlefield to something more appropriate. A Heaven and Hell scenario you can say.” Jared answered in an icy response. I fear he is losing more of humanity as this fight is going on. Am I responsible for this?
“Heaven and Hell? So does that mean you are taking on the form of the archangel Lucifer then? Are you really willing to do this Jared? You need to think this through! We can end this now, and we can talk this over. You can be back to norm-“
“I am normal!” Jared shouted out, “I am more than normal! I was gifted with power that no other human weakling can achieve! With this power… I’ll be stronger than God.”
“Jared… This is getting too far. Lucifer fell because he wanted to surpass God. He sent himself to his own damnation! You are doing the same now!”
“That may be true, but unlike the fallen angel…” His form is changing. His skin in shedding into scales and horns began to erect out of his skull. Fangs in his teeth and claws as his nails. The transformation is already taking place. “I will succeed!”

I have no choice. To see him like this… To know that he has already fallen this far. I have decided now. My eyes should also have a unique color. Something that no one can claim to have. This is the color of my soul and being. Seeing what power has done to him made me realize that I am not like most other people after all. I cannot be easily angered. I cannot find a reason to hate a person. I do not see violence as my answer. In a sense… I am pure. Gold. I am truly gold. Only one letter separates me from God, but I like it better that way. Being like God and better is a useless goal. We should only be humble to our creator and all of his creations. This is a message I want to see spread out to the people.

“I am sorry Jared.” I told my hopeless opponent, “But I won’t let your way succeed. I will not let your demons win this war.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I have yet to give you your message.”
“Message? What message?”
“Not yet. Not now. I’ll tell it to you when you will finally listen.”
“Is that how you will play it now? Fine by me. If I remember correctly, there were three archangels. Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel. You suck as a warrior and I have already choice my path. There is only one option left for you.”
“Truth be told… Gabriel was always my favorite angel. He gave a message of hope and of love. He said in the end, all will be right. And now I say the same thing.”

An esper like myself can change his form at will. I have chosen to follow my will. My limbs grew strong with strength from the lights around me. My school clothes disappeared so that my golden garbed robes can take their place. My hair felt like it grew longer and if my gut is telling the truth then it has also changed into the color of platinum. My glasses shattered and a stone halo was constructed around my crown. They hid my eyes away from the world, but they did not blind me. A staff came to my right hand and a feather in my left. The last touch to my new angelic form was the flawless white wings that had sprang out from the shoulder blades of my back. My transformation was complete. This is the form I believe I should have as my true self. I am the messenger that will dismantle the warrior. I am the archangel Gabriel.

[RyuSpike]

“Humph, you look pathetic.” Jared spat as he held out his hand. A spear was materialized this time instead of his previous weapon, the scythe. The look in his eyes… The anger. Is he jealous? Of the form I have took? Is the guilt hitting him at last?
“There is still a chance. Will you take it?”
“Never.” With that, Jared gave his final thrust. He was aiming for my heart, and that is what I hope he will do. When then edged staff came close enough, I used my own staff to redirect the spear’s target. As it were, it was the halo surrounding my face. Will told me that it will break and it broke. Shards from the spear scattered. Some of them had cut across Jared’s own face.

His face showed confusion. His eyes told fear. Jared began to realize what was happening. If he continued this fight then he will lose. He had lost control, but even worse is that he lost all of it. That humanity he once had was returning to him at last. Seeing how he can’t win, Jared had lost his will to fight. The power that he once had bountiful of is now gone. Like the spear, pride had shattered. Shame is only left.

“I’ve… lost.” Jared said as he stumbled back, “I can’t win… I don’t have the strength I once had. This power of yours… this is how you ended him too, isn’t it?”
“Jared. You still have your power. The reason you can’t fight is because you no longer will to. So, will you follow it and end all of this?”
“…Yes. I’ll end.” The fallen angel moved near the end of the cloud platform we stand on and I knew right there of what he was about to do.
“Jared! Don’t you dare jump!”
“Why are you worried? Since this isn’t reality I-“
“You will die! That is what’s going to happen! That is what you are going to let it happen! I can’t you do something like that! There is no reason to!”
“There is a reason. I will still be the same after all of this. I will only continue to hurt people as I feel fit. And you will end up helping those people ever single time. You are truly a good person Ian. Unlike me or anyone else, you are not scum. Angels are better.”
“Jared…”
“I guess it is time when the Morning Star falls then.” And with that… he fell.

He was really falling. The last bit evidence of his once perverse vision of angel was burned away. Flames flooded from his face as it darted down to the earth. From this height, he would die. The mind is that powerful. If one was to allow their minds to perceive the mind’s illusion as a reality then the damage he will receive will affect his real body. But why? Why go so far as to do that? There is still much to do. Could it be that he finally saw what he was? Or is he trying to escape from what he could be? There is still much I haven’t figured out from you Jared. Are you going to let yourself die? Your body is falling faster. You are getting closer it the core. The hole is just mere blocks away. This is it.

“I’m not going to allow you to do that Jared.”

Jared burst out of the devil’s hard skin as his arm pulled him out into the air. The boy’s eyes flashes wide open and stares into the fiery abyss below. His former demonic form fell down to the chasm and was swallowed up by its jaws. The mountains and valleys moved into the gap, closing its mouth tight. Jared’s expression was a look of shock and surprise then a look of confusion as he looked up. There in the sky were two figures. There was the rescued Jared and then there was me. Strips of my angelic being were disappearing as the wind took them away. The mindscape around us was slowing fading into a blinding light. My true human form was what held the boy to prevent his fall. The messenger saved the warrior.

“You should have let me drop.” Jared plainly stated as he looked up at me.
“And allow for you to drop dead while we are in school? Sorry, but that won’t be good on my part.” I honestly replied with a chuckle.
“So you only stopped me to save you? That is pretty selfish.”
“No, I saved you because I believe that you don’t deserve to die.”
“Not many will agree with your views. I should know. I saw their true nature.”
“Whose true nature? Are you sure that everyone around us are evil? Or are you only going into the minds of the wicked?” Jared looked away from me for a second, “There are good people in this world, Jared. You just haven’t been looking for any of them. I know that there are good people here and I didn’t even used my powers to figure that out.”
“You are being too weak, Ian. If you don’t take control everything around you then it will all collapse. What do you hope to achieving if you are wasting your own talents like this?!” Are those… tears?
“Wasting? Jared, I am not aware of what had brought you to those conclusions and I doubt that I ever will. I will also never try to find that out either.”
“Why?” Jared asked me, curious for my answer.

“I will never use my abilities to take advantage of others. Even if I am allowed that power, I refuse to stoop myself to that kind of low. Human beings are natural gossipers and thieves. They will want to steal yours words and memories then twist them up so that they can have control over who you are. But I will never do that. I am going to have wait until you are willing to tell me what you want to tell me. Not what I want to hear from you.”
“I doubt it.” Jared shifted his eyes from me.
“I see you don’t trust me let, but that’s fine. I’m willing to wait. Maybe by that time, we could become something other than enemies.” I held out my other hand to the boy dangling from my one hold.
“What would that be, may I ask?”
“Friends is a good start.” I have regained Jared’s attention. His free arm was starting to shake as it slowly rose up higher.

Michael finally listened to Gabriel’s warning and took his in arms.

We are back in the school. The two of us were standing where we were minutes ago. Looking to the clock, only five minutes had passed. To imagine that we spent all that time inside the other’s mind in a nonexistent terrain formulated by our thoughts. I quickly shot my sights to Jared and watched his near emotionless face faulty slightly. He was staring at the floor. His expression made it look like he is pondering something. He continued to do this for another minute. He turns to the door that was behind him and opened it. He is standing with the door wide open to the outside world while I am standing from afar off inside. Jared took a step forward then stopped. For the first time in apparently six minutes he said, “I’ll think about.” and left.

I can’t help be feel good for the first time since before sophomore year started. Beginnings are always tough. Whether it is the fall of man or simply waking up on the wrong side of the bed, things always seem to tie together in the end. Even with all this happiness that is being created, I am sensing something is amiss. As I walk down this very street to return back home, the air around me feels harsh. Uninviting. A bible is another word for a book. The Bible is titled as such because it is the words of God and the book these words reside in are part of His Word. I have my own bible now. Inside this bible are a series of books. Each book telling my tale since the start. My Comedy with Barren. My Fall with Jared. My own Genesis. This is only the beginning after all. There is more to tell in this story of mine.

I can not tell the future that is ahead of me. Even being a psychic and esper can have his limits. ESP still seems to be way out there somewhere. It has let to make sense. No human can predict the future. We can only look into the past and reflect. Reflect upon our past mistakes and to see how they were so flawed. I am starting to feel that reflection now. Even though I had the power, I did not act on my feelings to prevent any of the danger that occurred today. I stood back and watched as if I’m my own god. Jared, I believe that you taught me something that I have been missing all this time. I lacked your ambition for change. I lacked your strength to go forth and be my own man rather than the boy in the background.

My real journey has yet started. I have made too many mistakes thus far, and more yet to come. I have this feeling that things will end well, but also lead to something much more terrible than the first danger that came. My Genesis was written and near its completion. My bible has yet to start. So many key characters. So many plot twist. So many new allies to be made. Who can I trust and whom will I crush? The final book is far off in the distance right now. So be it then, I will sleep in my bed and end these disturbing thoughts right now.

For I have much time before my Revelation.

[RyuSpike]

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[boltfandes]

Oh gosh...... I came late in the night when I saw this....... I'll read this when it's not too late and when my attention span isn't so short..... >____>

[boltfandes]

Ok. now that I've read this, I must be a critic and not a friend

First, there are so many typos in this man! I spotted them very easily. You need to re-read and fix all the things you misspelled and/or messed up

Second, all your warnings are wrong. The only thing I really saw was a bunch of religious stuff, which I'm perfectly fine with, seeing as I am Christian. But I didn't see any of the other stuff

And thirdly, there are too many sentences in the first page and not a lot of juicy information like in the books I like. What I mean is, I couldn't picture ANYTHING for some of the story! And I was bored out of my mind reading the first page! As my mom has said, "The first few chapters in every book is boring." But this was a bit mind-numbing. As was the scientifical paragraph on the bottom of the page, "The Talk of a Barren Soul"

But this is my critique and my opinion. Otherwise, this was a good story

[RyuSpike]

This is for the third one. I finally can say it! :3

As for the too many sentences in the first paragraph: Suck it up!

Hehehehehehehe~! :3

Revenge.....