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Present Time: 2:43 PM
The stench of blood and charred flesh was nearly unbearable in the usually bustling city. One man crept through the barren place, clutching his head and staggering back and forth. Occasionally, he would rant, scream, even sob. Half mad he was. Sedar twitched, slowing in front of the shattered apartment that his family had lived in. With a wrenched sob, he pushed open the burned door, not even noticing when it shattered under his touch, flying a good twenty-five yards away. Staggering inside, he averted his eyes from the bloody corpses sprawled over the receptionist's desk, making his way to the third door on the right. The door was locked. With shaking limbs, Sedar hammered on the door, flinching when it smashed, wooden pieces striking him in the face. Blood dripped into his eyes from the wounds, yet he did not stop to wipe it away as he limped inside.
His parents were no were to be found, yet the streaks of blood on the pasty white wallpaper was proof enough. For some odd reason, he could smell that they were dead. How, he did not know. Sedar was sure he knew exactly where their bodies were, yet he refused to find them. Seeing them would only convince him that they were dead. If he never saw, he didn't have to believe. With shaky hands, he ripped through his desk drawer, somewhat relieved when his fingers brushed the cold surface of his CD player. Relentlessly, he jammed the headphones on, his bloody finger lightly caressing the play button. With a soft whirl, the music began to play. Staggering, he found a slightly decimated chair to sit in. Lulled by the chords and strumming of the tune, Sedar relaxed a bit, closing his eyes and tipping his blood-drenched head back.
How dare you say that my behavior's unacceptable
So condescending, unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This double vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I am walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control
Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
((This song is by Maroon5. I do not own it, as stated in the disclaimer.))
Sedar's eyes snapped open, the brown pupils nearly as large as the entire white part of his eye. Leaning forward, he began to throw up, his stomach finally relieving itself after the day's horrific events. Finally, he stopped, though nausea forced his head to spin. Without warning, his stomach cramped violently, causing him to tip sideways and fall right in his own vomit. Spasming wildly, Sedar could only manage a wild, panicked grunting as the pain spread throughout his entire body. There was one last searing pain, and then it dissolved, leaving a cool, rather pleasant feeling. He lay on the ground, panting harshly. The entire room spun with the intensity of a roller coaster, yet it was hardly fun. After a few more moments, Sedar rolled to his feet, slipping and sliding in the vomit for a bit before he could regain his footing.
"Wha.......what the hell just happened?" He swept one spiky blue lock of hair out of his eyes, carefully avoiding the odd gauntlet-type thing attached to his wrist. Cautiously, he pressed one hand to his abdomen, as though trying to figure out what the massive pain spurt had been caused by. Sedar's eyes widened and he jerked his hand away as though it had just been impaled by spikes. "Holy....." He whispered, pressing his hand to his abdomen again. The thing was now rock hard. He could feel the muscle through his white t-shirt. Sedar wasn't fat. In fact, he was quite lean. However, he had no real muscles to speak of, for he didn't like sports much. His stomach now made it seem like he had done one hundred sit-ups every day since he was three.
"This is too weird....." Sedar mumbled, suddenly catching sight of his arm. The muscles had been bulked up to about four times their normal size. Prodding it gently, Sedar could only gape at the sheer thickness and power of his arm. He could even see the muscle through the brown sleeve of his leather jacket. "What......was that knife tipped with steroids or something?" With an amazed shake of his head, Sedar removed his headphones, exiting the apartment. He couldn't stay in there any longer. The fact that his parents were lying in the next room, dead, and all he could do was admire himself unnerved him greatly. After walking about five steps from the apartment, Sedar stopped dead, slowly glancing down at his legs. They too, had been bulked up to massive proportions, propelling him massive distances with ease.
"Wait....where the hell are the holes?!" Sedar gaped again, prodding at his completely hole-free pair of jeans. Ripping of his jacket, he held it up, shaking it and turning it completely around. Nothing. Quickly, Sedar began to pat his face, arms, and legs. No wounds either. It was as though he had never been in that fight. "Oh man.....okay......calm down......they drugged that knife or something....you're hallucinating." He muttered, pressing one hand to his head. He continued to walk, muttering to himself and shaking his head. Sedar still occasionally glanced down, waiting for the holes and wounds to reappear. They never did. A chill wind picked up, embracing him, then moving on to knock over a nearby trashcan. The noise vibrated throughout the city. Startled, Sedar jumped. Instead of merely leaping a few inches in the air, Sedar leaped a good two miles in the air. The wind pressed against him as he soared upward, threatening to crush him. By the time Sedar had reached the climax of his jump, he had his eyes snapped shut, whispering over and over that he was hallucinating. Cautiously, he opened one eye, then the other. The first thing he saw was the decimated city below him. That's when he came back down.
Screaming loudly, Sedar plummeted to the ground, his hair whipping wildly and his jacket fighting to free itself so it could fly in the wind. Spiraling, Sedar desperately continued screaming, unsure of how he had gotten up in the air, unsure of why he was healed, unsure of why he wasn't dead on the ground with Natsumi, but more importantly, unsure of how he had gotten up the air. Eventually, the shriek was torn from his body, shooting away from the obviously doomed soul. Gonna die gonna die gonna die. Sedar thought deliriously, watching as the foreboding cement loomed closer. The wind pushed against his body, giving him the feeling of sorta not really flight. Tears streamed from his eyes as the wind stung them viciously. Fighting furiously, he managed to get his legs under him.
Three seconds till impact....three......two........one.
Sedar struck the ground with such force, that nearby buildings shivered, then collapsed. A massive crater appeared as he buried into the cement. If someone were to peer into the ground, they would find him, sprawled at the very center of the hole, perfectly intact. For a moment, he lay there, eyes wide. "Holy......holy!" He yelled, sitting up and scrambling out of the crater. With hands that hadn't been steady for a while, he ran them through his wind-swept hair, patting his entire body down. Nothing hurt. No bruises, no broken bones, nothing. Ah, wait. Not quite. With trembling fingers, he fingered a large scrape on his left cheek that continuously oozed blood. "I was......that was.......how did I only get a scratch?" He whispered in an awed tone. Suddenly, the wound quivered under his fingers, twitching and vibrating, yet disappearing at the same time. With a startled yell, he stumbled backwards, landing hard on his backside. After a moment, he cautiously felt the spot again. Nothing. The wound was gone.
"Jesus......" Sedar stood shakily. "What's happened to me?" Sedar began to pace around the crater, muttering frantically to himself, while occasionally running a hand through his hair. "Okay....so those assholes got some really strong drugs....now.....what kind of drug could do that? Heroine? Nah...well, maybe...." He paused, glancing towards the hole again. "Or.....or maybe......." He trailed off, tilting his head to one side without realizing it to think.
A guilty smile spread across his face, then quickly died as he remembered that everyone he knew or cared about was dead. After another moment of pondering, the fifteen-year-old blew out an angry breath, tossing his hands into the air. "Screw it. They're dead." Tensing his legs, Sedar quietly mused over the power he felt flowing through his now bulked up muscles. With a mighty push off the ground, he was soaring over the city. Ecstasy filled his thoughts, and a grin was plastered on his face. Without thinking about it, he flipped just before he hit the ground, straightening his body out until he was parallel with the ground. With his arms flattened against his sides, he shot up and away. Holy hell! I'm flying! This sudden realization caused his entire body to shudder. The graceful soaring motions stopped, and instead, he began to plummet to the ground. "Whoa!" He yelled, frantically trying to fly again. No luck. With a screech, Sedar plowed headfirst into a building. Moments later, he reemerged, unscathed. "Oh.....ow.........." He pressed one hand to his head, a smile spreading across his face as he felt a bruise quiver, then disappear.
"Okay......now what did I do before?" Sedar pondered, his head tilting to the side as he considered. "Okay......it was almost as if I imagined using some force to push me off the ground...." No more then after a second of attempting the feat, Sedar realized he was hovering a good few yards off the ground. "All right!" He pumped one triumphant fist into the air. "Now....what if I......." He shot forward, then upward. Cries of sheer bliss and achievement floated over the horizon, yet no one was alive to hear them.
And so, Sedar has realized that he has obtained great powers. The ability to regenerate, as well as flight. Yet, he has not discovered his gift of immense strength. Soon however, the time will come. He is now oblivious to all, using flight to escape the horrors of what has happened. They will catch up soon enough however.....much sooner than he would like....