First Step Towards Power
I slept for a whole day and a half. I'm not sure how normal this is; it was probably an effect of the cocktail. Maybe I couldn't handle it? The pain is gone now though, so maybe they already took effect? I don't feel much stronger, but there's no real way for me to know yet. Or maybe a test is in order…
I took the elevator to the top floor of the building and focused my powers. Then I exploded with energy. Oh, the colors; red flames, green shockwaves, and blue gravity distortion. My mind felt cloudy and my vision darkened. I slipped out of consciousness.
I could've probably slept for two more days, except I was awakened by a cold sensation. It was very annoying, but familiar. And then I realized it was the rain. The rain? I'm inside a building… But when I looked around, I was still standing firmly next to the hotel elevator. Debris was everywhere and the rain kept pouring. Apparently, I could not bear witness to the aftermath of my little "test" due to passing out, but I had taken out the entire top floor of Babylon Hotel. The walls were gone and the ceiling was also absent. So this is the kind of power us Galerians possess… These are the drugs they were giving Dorothy's children; my brothers.
I needed to stop this as well. No one should be able to this; it isn't normal. I'll put an end to these experiments to save these poor souls from a life of being an outcast. Or, at the very least, to be the strongest being on the planet with powers all my own. "I'll destroy all the Galerians… I'll put an end to this sick research that gave birth to me, and I'll live on as the sole owner of these powers. I will truly be a God. I might end up still making you proud, mother."
When my mind was clear again, I focused hard to find my closest sibling. She was beneath me; the reason I checked into this hotel in the first place was because I sensed her presence. Somewhere in the basement, she was waiting for something; my sister Rita.
I decided I'd kill two birds with one stone. I used my new power on every for of the building. One by one, every floor crumbled. Countless innocent humans died. News coverage began, law enforcement showed up. Maybe this would draw Rion's attention while I destroy sister. I'll draw him in, bring him to me, and rend him asunder.
I glanced down to the blinding light; spotlights. Endless lines of shiny chrome of the cop's guns. "Pay them no attention. You have a mission; you have a goal to reach. They can't hurt you; you're their God." I argued with myself; the powerful voice in my head, probably the manifestation of an entity from the drugs. So now I'm talking to myself. How convenient. Guess it couldn't hurt to have a second opinion now and then…
My feet touched down on the ground floor. I destroyed every floor, but my senses were still picking up Rita. I couldn't find her, but while searching around, I found a staircase. It led to an underground wine cellar-which I destroyed for target practice. Now the greatest idea; the floor above caved in and blocked the way I came in. Only one way to go now.
The wine cellar doorway arched wide and gave way to an old bar. Cobwebs decorated the ceiling, and the alcohol leaked from the old barrels line up on the sides of the room, which I took note of. At the end of the hallway was a couch, and on that couch was a sleeping girl. As I approached her, my head began to ache painfully. I heard a voice that was not mine. "Stay away! You're not Rion!"
This sleeping woman had some power, as she was talking directly into my mind. What's more, she knew Rion. "What relation are you to Rion?"
"Just… stay away! I don't know you, leave me alone!"
Just then another voice interrupted my thoughts. "Don't hesitate. Kill her, my son. She is… Lilia. She is the virus. End her!"
Even beyond death, my mother's thoughts could reach me. Why did she still care about the virus? And why would she rely on me, the one who destroyed her? "Because she isn't talking to you. It's your internal programming. Dorothy put this in you, to feel if you ever came in contact with the girl."
Ah, thanks for clearing that up for me Mr. Voice. Now to finish this... I killed the girl on the couch effortlessly; she's just another victim. No ties, no guilt, no remorse, no regret, no second thoughts, yet if only I could go back and time and rethink this; killing this bitch was the end of me.
