My memories
Jan 4, 2014 5:42:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 5:42:07 GMT -5
I know this is a dream, or was it a memory, or a sick combo of both? Most likely the last. It's like girls. I just get that lucky. It was way back when, the last night I was a player, cheater and held the value of another's free will as the same value as an ant I stepped on. Back then, I didn't care at all about what a person thought, if a girl wasn't into me, if they didn't want to give me something, or even if it was legal or not. It was younger and dumber. Gods, was I dumb. Still, i had to break before I could heal from that, and Kenji is good at breaking.
I was walking to club 7, up in washington. It was a small place run by this pimp. I wanted his position, and what I wanted, I got. Only, that I had been there before a few times and he had been studying me, knowing what I was. He was pure mortal to, but he knew that I could control people. I don't even know today how he knew, but he just did.
It was easy to get past the bouncers. Knock those sunglasses off and suddenly, they were my personal servants and body guards. I started walking in, only to notice the baseball bat hit me straight in the face, knocking me out. So much for my take over.
I woke up later, tied up and with sunglasses on my face. The Pimp was leaning over me, knife in hand as he was talking. It took a moment before I started to understand what he was saying. he wanted to take my eyes for his own, to see if he could take my power. It was horrible. I'll admit, I pissed myself scared when he said that, and even saw that he had a doctor there, ready to do the transfer. Someone picked me up, strapping me to the table as I struggled. I tried to catch someone's eyes, making them help me but it was useless. Everyone was wearing glasses or goggles. I still never felt that much fear as I had then, being strapped to a table, having a doctor over you with a scaple over your eye and saying that I should say good by to my sight. If I woke up. Course, then someone kicked the door down.
From where I was, I could see everything. I recognized the foot that kicked down the door, a small hope surging through me as Kenji stepped in, armed with two wooden swords and looking pissed off at everything. I never saw my twin that mad before. Hell, I was scared of him right then, and the men around the door all took a step back, then started to threaten. I tried to call out, tell him to run away, but in a moment after, the man that threatened Kenji was cradling his arm. Even I knew that an arm shouldn't be bending that way. Then he wasn't cradling his arm but on the floor, his skull forcefully pushed in. After that, Kenji went full out.
Even now, I can't accurately describe what Kenji did to those men and woman in that club. Anyone that came at him was down and out with in three moves, anyone that shot at him found that their bullets couldn't touch him. My eyes couldn't even track him at his fastest, his wooden swords breaking limbs, necks and caving in heads. I was in awe. My nerdy little brother had this much power? I didn't care, but rooted him on.
Then they surrounded him, guns trained on him, ordering him to stop. Kenji stopped for a second, then one of his swords flew and struck someone in the eye. They opened fired, Kenji ducking under all the bullets. They all killed each other. It was a total blood bath. He massacred them all, with wooded swords.
After that, most of them ran, including that pimp and the doctor. Well, those two tried. I wasn't just lieing there the whole time letting Kenji do all the work. I managed to free a hand and grabbed the doctor's goggles, tearing them off and meeting his eyes. "Release me," I said, not breaking eye contact till he was moving with a dreamy look on his face. After a second, while the shoot out was happening, I gave the doctor an order. The doctor pulled a gun, putting it to the pimp's head, and pulled the trigger. It was my darkest hour. I looked at the doctor, and told him to put the gun to his own head, and pull the trigger as well. The blood splattered across my own face, causing the girls on the floor near us to scream.
When Kenji got over to where I was, I was in a chair, tears leaking from my face. My brother walked over, took one look at me, then slugged me in the face. I rocked from it, and then felt him grab me and hug me. I stopped, my eyes watering again, then lost it. My younger twin was comforting me. We were only 14 at the time, and we had already killed people.
After awhile, Kenji pulled me back, my eyes purple and teary to him, normal to the rest of the world. My face was a mess, but calming down as I contained my sobs. Kenji got up, telling me to stay there for a moment as he walked off. I was only able to nod, seeing him walk off. As he did, I looked around, seeing that most of the people I wanted were dead, the others scattered and left, and the place covered in blood and bodies. This was what I wanted, wasn't it? I laughed, ashamed to have ever wanted this, and decided right then. "I vow it, I will never use by powers for the sake of power ever again. I don't want this again. Never again." I stopped, turning my head and seeing Kenji there, nodding and saying," About time." I gave a pitiful hic-up of a laugh, getting up. I saw that there was plastic and some computer parts stuck in Kenji's sword, and asked. "Camera's hard drive. No evidence of us here." I nod, my core cold as he said that. Even now, he was looking out for us. I stand straighter, wiping my eyes and nodded, the purple fading from my eyes as turning normal, but calm and determined now. "Lets go Kenji. I got what I came for. And thank you. But, how did you know where I was?"
"You not that hard to follow."
"Ass," I say affecianatly, stepping outside and breathing in the fresh air. I look at the bloody wooden swords Kenji had, and reached for them. Kenji let me, and walked back in. I looked behind the counter, and started to smash vodka bottles, throwing them all over the places. After I smashed them all, I went to one of the bodies. It wasn't hard to find a lighter. I dropped the wooden swords in the middle of the booze, and then lit them on fire, the fire spreading fast as I ran out of the place. It was quickly turning into an inferno, and the both of us stepped away. That is what mattered to the both of us though. We walked away, they didn't. It was my fault this even happened, but we were the ones alive. "Lets go home Kenji," I said, my brother nodding. I gave a smile, then nearly fell over. Kenji caught me, and almost fell over himself. We stood like that for a moment, and then leaning on each other, started walking home as the fire engine's started to approach.
I gasped awake, looking around as I didn't know where I was, seeing the Zelus cabin. I grabbed the sheets, tears coming down my face as I quickly quiet down, not wanting to wake Jessi next to me. I quietly slip out of bed, heading to the small bathroom they had in the cabin and closing the door, looking in the mirror. I blinked, seeing that my hair was a mess, my skin was pale and clammy, and for once in my life, I looked awful. I breathed out, turning the water on and splashing my face as I could feel the color coming back to my skin, my breath no longer ragged and forced. I grabbed the sink, not letting it get to my and failing.
I closed my eyes, but all I could see was that pimp, that doctor I ordered to kill himself, and the bodies. I was almost back there, back in that carnage and blood and gore. I looked at my hand, not seeing the ring on my right ring finger. I took it off when I slept over here. I don't want Kenji peeking in when I'm with my girl now do I? Well, maybe to make him jealous but I wouldn't do that. Tell him all about it later, oh hell yeah. That was brother stuff, but show? Hell no. Jessi was my girl. Besides, that was just creepy.
"Get a grip Kurtis," I said, looking at myself in the mirror, the memories starting to calm behind my eyes. I turned the water back on, sticking my head under the sink and letting the water run over my head, the cold refreshing and relaxing. That was just nice. I sign, letting it run for a minute before I turned it off, straightening and letting the water run off my hair and down my bare chest. My eyes went to my body, seeing that I was wearing my boxers and nothing else. When did that happen though? I don't remember putting those on... Oh, wait, it was after I got out of the shower that it happened. I can't help but smile, letting those memories surface and overtake the others of nightmares. I let jessi fill my mind, pushing those other memories away. It was a trick I learned before. Fill your mind with something that makes you happy and the bad goes away. And seeing as the bathroom still smelt of them, it was an easy thing to do.
"Jeez. I still look like shit thought," I muttered, looking in the mirror with a smirk. I couldn't remember the last time I looked this bad, but it had been a while. Those nightmares only came a few times a year, but he hadn't even had one for the last year, hoping it was over. Still, I can't help but look in the mirror one more time, giving myself a once over with a roll of my eyes. It was all to easy to judge myself.
I was walking to club 7, up in washington. It was a small place run by this pimp. I wanted his position, and what I wanted, I got. Only, that I had been there before a few times and he had been studying me, knowing what I was. He was pure mortal to, but he knew that I could control people. I don't even know today how he knew, but he just did.
It was easy to get past the bouncers. Knock those sunglasses off and suddenly, they were my personal servants and body guards. I started walking in, only to notice the baseball bat hit me straight in the face, knocking me out. So much for my take over.
I woke up later, tied up and with sunglasses on my face. The Pimp was leaning over me, knife in hand as he was talking. It took a moment before I started to understand what he was saying. he wanted to take my eyes for his own, to see if he could take my power. It was horrible. I'll admit, I pissed myself scared when he said that, and even saw that he had a doctor there, ready to do the transfer. Someone picked me up, strapping me to the table as I struggled. I tried to catch someone's eyes, making them help me but it was useless. Everyone was wearing glasses or goggles. I still never felt that much fear as I had then, being strapped to a table, having a doctor over you with a scaple over your eye and saying that I should say good by to my sight. If I woke up. Course, then someone kicked the door down.
From where I was, I could see everything. I recognized the foot that kicked down the door, a small hope surging through me as Kenji stepped in, armed with two wooden swords and looking pissed off at everything. I never saw my twin that mad before. Hell, I was scared of him right then, and the men around the door all took a step back, then started to threaten. I tried to call out, tell him to run away, but in a moment after, the man that threatened Kenji was cradling his arm. Even I knew that an arm shouldn't be bending that way. Then he wasn't cradling his arm but on the floor, his skull forcefully pushed in. After that, Kenji went full out.
Even now, I can't accurately describe what Kenji did to those men and woman in that club. Anyone that came at him was down and out with in three moves, anyone that shot at him found that their bullets couldn't touch him. My eyes couldn't even track him at his fastest, his wooden swords breaking limbs, necks and caving in heads. I was in awe. My nerdy little brother had this much power? I didn't care, but rooted him on.
Then they surrounded him, guns trained on him, ordering him to stop. Kenji stopped for a second, then one of his swords flew and struck someone in the eye. They opened fired, Kenji ducking under all the bullets. They all killed each other. It was a total blood bath. He massacred them all, with wooded swords.
After that, most of them ran, including that pimp and the doctor. Well, those two tried. I wasn't just lieing there the whole time letting Kenji do all the work. I managed to free a hand and grabbed the doctor's goggles, tearing them off and meeting his eyes. "Release me," I said, not breaking eye contact till he was moving with a dreamy look on his face. After a second, while the shoot out was happening, I gave the doctor an order. The doctor pulled a gun, putting it to the pimp's head, and pulled the trigger. It was my darkest hour. I looked at the doctor, and told him to put the gun to his own head, and pull the trigger as well. The blood splattered across my own face, causing the girls on the floor near us to scream.
When Kenji got over to where I was, I was in a chair, tears leaking from my face. My brother walked over, took one look at me, then slugged me in the face. I rocked from it, and then felt him grab me and hug me. I stopped, my eyes watering again, then lost it. My younger twin was comforting me. We were only 14 at the time, and we had already killed people.
After awhile, Kenji pulled me back, my eyes purple and teary to him, normal to the rest of the world. My face was a mess, but calming down as I contained my sobs. Kenji got up, telling me to stay there for a moment as he walked off. I was only able to nod, seeing him walk off. As he did, I looked around, seeing that most of the people I wanted were dead, the others scattered and left, and the place covered in blood and bodies. This was what I wanted, wasn't it? I laughed, ashamed to have ever wanted this, and decided right then. "I vow it, I will never use by powers for the sake of power ever again. I don't want this again. Never again." I stopped, turning my head and seeing Kenji there, nodding and saying," About time." I gave a pitiful hic-up of a laugh, getting up. I saw that there was plastic and some computer parts stuck in Kenji's sword, and asked. "Camera's hard drive. No evidence of us here." I nod, my core cold as he said that. Even now, he was looking out for us. I stand straighter, wiping my eyes and nodded, the purple fading from my eyes as turning normal, but calm and determined now. "Lets go Kenji. I got what I came for. And thank you. But, how did you know where I was?"
"You not that hard to follow."
"Ass," I say affecianatly, stepping outside and breathing in the fresh air. I look at the bloody wooden swords Kenji had, and reached for them. Kenji let me, and walked back in. I looked behind the counter, and started to smash vodka bottles, throwing them all over the places. After I smashed them all, I went to one of the bodies. It wasn't hard to find a lighter. I dropped the wooden swords in the middle of the booze, and then lit them on fire, the fire spreading fast as I ran out of the place. It was quickly turning into an inferno, and the both of us stepped away. That is what mattered to the both of us though. We walked away, they didn't. It was my fault this even happened, but we were the ones alive. "Lets go home Kenji," I said, my brother nodding. I gave a smile, then nearly fell over. Kenji caught me, and almost fell over himself. We stood like that for a moment, and then leaning on each other, started walking home as the fire engine's started to approach.
I gasped awake, looking around as I didn't know where I was, seeing the Zelus cabin. I grabbed the sheets, tears coming down my face as I quickly quiet down, not wanting to wake Jessi next to me. I quietly slip out of bed, heading to the small bathroom they had in the cabin and closing the door, looking in the mirror. I blinked, seeing that my hair was a mess, my skin was pale and clammy, and for once in my life, I looked awful. I breathed out, turning the water on and splashing my face as I could feel the color coming back to my skin, my breath no longer ragged and forced. I grabbed the sink, not letting it get to my and failing.
I closed my eyes, but all I could see was that pimp, that doctor I ordered to kill himself, and the bodies. I was almost back there, back in that carnage and blood and gore. I looked at my hand, not seeing the ring on my right ring finger. I took it off when I slept over here. I don't want Kenji peeking in when I'm with my girl now do I? Well, maybe to make him jealous but I wouldn't do that. Tell him all about it later, oh hell yeah. That was brother stuff, but show? Hell no. Jessi was my girl. Besides, that was just creepy.
"Get a grip Kurtis," I said, looking at myself in the mirror, the memories starting to calm behind my eyes. I turned the water back on, sticking my head under the sink and letting the water run over my head, the cold refreshing and relaxing. That was just nice. I sign, letting it run for a minute before I turned it off, straightening and letting the water run off my hair and down my bare chest. My eyes went to my body, seeing that I was wearing my boxers and nothing else. When did that happen though? I don't remember putting those on... Oh, wait, it was after I got out of the shower that it happened. I can't help but smile, letting those memories surface and overtake the others of nightmares. I let jessi fill my mind, pushing those other memories away. It was a trick I learned before. Fill your mind with something that makes you happy and the bad goes away. And seeing as the bathroom still smelt of them, it was an easy thing to do.
"Jeez. I still look like shit thought," I muttered, looking in the mirror with a smirk. I couldn't remember the last time I looked this bad, but it had been a while. Those nightmares only came a few times a year, but he hadn't even had one for the last year, hoping it was over. Still, I can't help but look in the mirror one more time, giving myself a once over with a roll of my eyes. It was all to easy to judge myself.
