I walked in the lonely park and breathed in the cool, clean, fresh night air, enjoying it until I had to go back to the damp, dirty, musty apartment air.
"Oh, gosh------" I put a hand to my head, feeling another head-splitting, mind-numbing vision coming on. My face contorted in pain as images and emotions flooded my consciousness. I dropped my warm…expensive hot chocolate as I collapsed on the park ground, seeing a woman about in her 20s being attacked by a warlock who looked like a mix of Igor and a classic goblin. When the images and pain subsided, I immediately ran to the site of the attack: a mental facility.
The attack had already started when I ran up, panting, to a brick wall. Using my momentum, I hurled myself over the 8 foot barrier. My eyes (which showed my emotions) glowed an angry red as I used my mind to send the beast flying into the wall perpendicular to the one I jumped over, also trying to calm the mental patient's mind from the attack, attempting to put her under the belief that she was merely dreaming, when I encountered in her mind a knowledge of things supernatural.
In this telekinetic outburst, I sensed an inhuman being behind me. Suddenly, I felt an unwelcome surge of power inside me, pulling me in like an undertoe. I smashed the still unseen being into the front brick gate behind me, and in this revelation of power, thought it would be best to go before I cause any further damage. So, I ran as fast as I could, launching myself over the back wall to find a place to calm down and control my further growing powers.
I came upon an abandoned building resembling a large car garage/ auto repair warehouse. Sitting down on a small crate, I leaned my back against a large cylindrical support beam and tried not to send the trash in the room flying every which way.
From behind me, a low voice rumbled, "That was quite a performance back there." I'm usually very jumpy—I probably just leaped two feet in the air from my sitting position—and a large release of telekinetic power just made that aspect worse. A rebar came flying and hit the unseen stranger through the chest.
"OHMYGOSH!" I screeched. My eyes went stark white from fear as I turned around to start a never ending string of apologies and help the poor man with the rebar.
But the person behind me—though it resembled a man—was not human. It might have been almost 7 feet tall with red skin, black hair, 2 circles over the eyes—horns, maybe?—,a red tail, and an oversized right hand that looked to be made of stone.
"Dang!" was his only exclamation to the flying rebar in the same deep voice. I rushed down to help him, my eyes still white from shock. Then to me he said, "You blind, kid?"
"No, I just---I got really scared, is all. My eyes reflect my emotions." I explained, my eyes fading back to their normal blue-grey. Looking into his eyes, I notice them to be a goldish yellow. "A-are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine." the…demon said it as though teenage telekinetics impale him with rebars every day. "I don't get hurt easily."
"Here; let me help you with that." I indicated the metal rod and concentrated—enough to expel the foreign object from his system but also restricted enough so I didn't make him implode, or something. He grunted as the rebar was forced from his chest and he started to collapse. I made a point that if I hurt someone, I would take care of them, so I rushed over to keep him upright. Whoa, he's pretty heavy, I thought as I struggled to keep myself balanced enough so I wouldn't become the world's first two-dimensional witch.
He groaned. "I got it!" He pushed himself upright and pried me from his torso…my height only reached about to the bottom of his chest. "You got a name?"
"Evanescence----Evan." I extended my hand, only to correct myself that, because he has a stone right hand, I should shake the left—and normal—one.
"Hellboy."