Fatechanger
By: Jordan Harrison
What if you had the ability to change fate, I mean you knew something was going to happen, but you could intervene and change it. I know it sounds like a dumb idea, or a lot like Final Destination, but I've actually experienced it. In a VERY odd way. My name is Jason Newenth. I am 19 years old currently, but at the time of the events depicted in this story i was 15. I was an agent of the CDPA (Cross Dimensional Protection Agency) but then I realized something very wrong. This is my story.
I yawned as I got out of bed on a beautiful Tuesday morning. I was on summer vacation, so school was no problem to me. I figured it was time to wake up my sister, who was at the time the only one I lived with. I'll talk more about that later though.
"Hey Mai, Time to get up!" I yelled in through her door. "We're gonna be late!" She jumped up out of bed. "Clark!" She screamed as she woke up. "Clark? Another wet dream eh?" I smartly asked. She shot me a dirty look. "Shut up! Go I need to get ready." I closed her door, and walked back to my bathroom, and took a shower.
For some odd reason I couldn't stop thinking about what I witnessed for the past few months. I'll explain.
The CDPA has had me follow a complete psycho for the past few months. I've had to follow her, and only watch what she did as I couldn't do anything. "What did she do?" You ask. She lured unsuspecting peop- er... I don't know if that's the right word, but anyway. She'd lure them to some public place saying that they'd make some kind of baked goods, knock them out with what I guess is some kind of drug. Then she'd carry them back to her house.
That's when she'd strike. She'd take the victims down to what appeared to be a cellar, which I'm able to see into because of a window that leads into the cellar. You're probably wondering why I didn't do anything. My orders at the time, from the CDPA were only to watch as what she did. It was horrifying. Seeing just what she did, every time she killed someone she did it in a way that could never be erased from my mind.
Every time I witnessed one of these "murders" I almost threw up. It was terrible. One time a "special" one came in. I couldn't forget this one because, it about made me cry. I wanted to help so badly... But I had to follow orders... It was disgusting.
First, she strapped the "victim" to a table with steel restraints around her forelegs and her hind legs. I think most of you know what I'm talking about now. Then she took a very large scalpel and cut off part of her thigh. It had like a bubble design on it. I didn't understand at the time what it was. But regardless the only thing I could do is look in horror.
The creature looked in immense pain, I could see tears pooling in the poor things eyes. I almost couldn't hold back tears. That's when things got worse. The poor thing had wings, and of course what would the psycho do? She hacked at them with a meat cleaver. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. I gagged as I seen the blood splatter across the walls and table. I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't blow my cover.
I was on the verge of tears when it happened, and yet it continued to get worse. The psycho walked over to a fire pit, in which she had put two iron spikes which were still glowing orange from the heat. I cringed severely at what she did next. She took the two scorching iron spikes, put the points to the poor creatures "hands" and took a sledgehammer to them, almost as if the victim was getting crucified.
Unbelievably it still got worse yet, she attached jumper cables to the two metal spikes which were still dug into the poor things body, the psycho calmly walked over to a power switch. The victim looked as if she was begging her not to do it, but she didn't care. She threw the power...