Note: Time for a little creative leeway...
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It had been a long time since I had been to this place. I really don't even remember being here besides the few times in my memory. Even if I don't directly remember being here, everything felt so natural. This house, was it really mine? I lived here with my parents... whatever happened to them, my parents?
Here I was, standing in front of this beautiful, if a little rustic house on Oak Street. This house was by no means small. It was at least two stories high. How could I forget my own home?
I approached the front door, hesitantly. Was this really a smart thing for me to do? I tried to push it open. No go. "Dammit!" I growled as I slammed my foot against the door as hard as I could. How the hell am I supposed to get into my own house, anyway? It's not like anyone ever gave me a key. I kicked the door again, hard. It still didn't give.
"Shit," I swore as I wandered around the area around the front of my home. This just didn't work for me. Cain was inside MY home, and I felt my anger growing. Why do all these fucked up things always happen to me?!
Opening a fence door, I made my way into the backyard. From my post, I could see a pond, a shed, and a door to the back of the house. Everything looked normal except...
There were tire treads leading into the pond. Just a little confused, I approached the pond. There was a car sunk deep in the middle of the muddy water. "Hm... what the hell happened here," I muttered to myself.
I shifted through my injected psionic powers in my head and realized I didn't have enough D-felon to lift the car out of the water. Dammit...
I pulled out my Beeject gun and a vial of D-felon. Putting it together as quickly as I could, I pushed the barrel to my throat and pulled the trigger.
A cold flame burst through my system, almost causing me to drop the Beeject gun. It... almost made me want to scream my lungs bloody. This freezing surge bursting through my veins choked me, stopped my agonizing scream from escaping my lungs. But... the pain died almost as quickly as it started. Taking deep breaths, I took the Beeject and shoved it in my pocket... and collapsed onto the ground, still conscious... but still breathing hard.
I sat there for a moment, letting my nerves settle. This pain I feel in order to use my psionic powers, I never really feared it. Yet... the pain never got any easier to experience, much to my dismay. In order to gain the tremendous power my psionic channels had to offer, I had to go through just as tremendous physical pain.
After letting myself recover for a moment, I pulled myself to my feet. Now, all I had remaining was to pull this vehicle from the pond.
Facing my palm toward the pond, I mentally switched to D-felon. Focusing my power into my hand, I released it, slowly. I didn't see anything escape my hand, but the effect was obvious: the car lifted from the water slowly, and it dropped itself right next to where I was standing. Water drained itself from the car rapidly, but at least this vehicle was now easily accessible to me.
The driver's side door was partially open and closest to me. Without too much hesitation, I grabbed the handle to the door and pulled as hard as I could. The hinges gave out, and the door fell to my feet with a thud. "Great..." I mumbled, feeling that the door falling was the worst of my problems at the moment...
Until I looked at what that fucking door was hiding. "My fucking GOD," I swore under my breath, staring at a dead body crumpled in the seat before me, which was preserved in its watery grave. I stared, disgusted, as a leech-looking creature fell out of the man's eye and flopped onto his lap. At least, it fell out where his eye should have been...
"Nasty fucking shit," I groaned as I extended my right hand, palm facing outward. Closing my eyes, I asked myself what happened, and let go to the feeling.
The image that came to me was both horrifying and enough to bring tears to my eyes.
This man was my father. This deteriorating corpse was my fucking father. Yet, it was what happened that made my tears turned into a laugh of anger, insanity, call it whatever you will.
Cain had killed my father. He drowned my father as he was driving home from work. Cain used the same drug as I used to take the car out of the water, D-felon, to kill my father. He picked up the car and dropped it into this watery grave. My father couldn't escape. He drowned because of Cain.
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It had been a long time since I had been to this place. I really don't even remember being here besides the few times in my memory. Even if I don't directly remember being here, everything felt so natural. This house, was it really mine? I lived here with my parents... whatever happened to them, my parents?
Here I was, standing in front of this beautiful, if a little rustic house on Oak Street. This house was by no means small. It was at least two stories high. How could I forget my own home?
I approached the front door, hesitantly. Was this really a smart thing for me to do? I tried to push it open. No go. "Dammit!" I growled as I slammed my foot against the door as hard as I could. How the hell am I supposed to get into my own house, anyway? It's not like anyone ever gave me a key. I kicked the door again, hard. It still didn't give.
"Shit," I swore as I wandered around the area around the front of my home. This just didn't work for me. Cain was inside MY home, and I felt my anger growing. Why do all these fucked up things always happen to me?!
Opening a fence door, I made my way into the backyard. From my post, I could see a pond, a shed, and a door to the back of the house. Everything looked normal except...
There were tire treads leading into the pond. Just a little confused, I approached the pond. There was a car sunk deep in the middle of the muddy water. "Hm... what the hell happened here," I muttered to myself.
I shifted through my injected psionic powers in my head and realized I didn't have enough D-felon to lift the car out of the water. Dammit...
I pulled out my Beeject gun and a vial of D-felon. Putting it together as quickly as I could, I pushed the barrel to my throat and pulled the trigger.
A cold flame burst through my system, almost causing me to drop the Beeject gun. It... almost made me want to scream my lungs bloody. This freezing surge bursting through my veins choked me, stopped my agonizing scream from escaping my lungs. But... the pain died almost as quickly as it started. Taking deep breaths, I took the Beeject and shoved it in my pocket... and collapsed onto the ground, still conscious... but still breathing hard.
I sat there for a moment, letting my nerves settle. This pain I feel in order to use my psionic powers, I never really feared it. Yet... the pain never got any easier to experience, much to my dismay. In order to gain the tremendous power my psionic channels had to offer, I had to go through just as tremendous physical pain.
After letting myself recover for a moment, I pulled myself to my feet. Now, all I had remaining was to pull this vehicle from the pond.
Facing my palm toward the pond, I mentally switched to D-felon. Focusing my power into my hand, I released it, slowly. I didn't see anything escape my hand, but the effect was obvious: the car lifted from the water slowly, and it dropped itself right next to where I was standing. Water drained itself from the car rapidly, but at least this vehicle was now easily accessible to me.
The driver's side door was partially open and closest to me. Without too much hesitation, I grabbed the handle to the door and pulled as hard as I could. The hinges gave out, and the door fell to my feet with a thud. "Great..." I mumbled, feeling that the door falling was the worst of my problems at the moment...
Until I looked at what that fucking door was hiding. "My fucking GOD," I swore under my breath, staring at a dead body crumpled in the seat before me, which was preserved in its watery grave. I stared, disgusted, as a leech-looking creature fell out of the man's eye and flopped onto his lap. At least, it fell out where his eye should have been...
"Nasty fucking shit," I groaned as I extended my right hand, palm facing outward. Closing my eyes, I asked myself what happened, and let go to the feeling.
The image that came to me was both horrifying and enough to bring tears to my eyes.
This man was my father. This deteriorating corpse was my fucking father. Yet, it was what happened that made my tears turned into a laugh of anger, insanity, call it whatever you will.
Cain had killed my father. He drowned my father as he was driving home from work. Cain used the same drug as I used to take the car out of the water, D-felon, to kill my father. He picked up the car and dropped it into this watery grave. My father couldn't escape. He drowned because of Cain.