One Year Later

After running around for one year, I'd gotten a pretty good hang of things. Mainly because I had actually gotten better at fighting because the minority of my victims wouldn't go down so easily. At first, I had actually used my powers, but after they'd started getting a little out of control, I'd gotten a small knife because I could control it better.

I also went around during the day and surprised almost everyone I passed by because of the scars all over me, but I eventually got used to the surprise that came from them.

I'd also gotten my hair cut, to where it was shaved on the sides and the back, but longer up top and always to the left. I'd gotten it cut after I'd gotten some decent clothes from a store. Personally, I didn't care whether people spotted me at night or not, so I had decided to get a light pink hoodie, light blue jeans, black gloves, and black converse. See? I didn't care whether people saw me or not, because I made sure to strangle my victims and use my knife as little as possible. I'd never targeted anyone in specific, but I always killed them if they had rather horrible emotions.

I'd also learned some new words over the year I've been out of that facility. Like rape, murder, drugs, violence, and everything in between.

And whenever I was walking by multiple people and someone had rather horrid emotions towards a female walking alongside me, I turned to them and gripped onto their arm, telling them I had to talk to them before bringing them into an alley or a bathroom of a place I was by at that time, and I strangled them. If they fought, I fought, and they always died in the end.

If they were drug addicts, and I knew if they were because they smelled so so bad, and they had no hope of ever recovering, I ended them of their suffering because what was the good of it? They were just rotting away, killing themselves, so I decided to put an end to it.

But... I've actually found someone who cares for me even with all my scars and bad nature, and he told me that he feels like he knows my parents. "Do you know Him?" I had asked him one day.

"What do you mean 'Him'? Your father?"

"Yes. Do you know Him?"

"I do. He's my boss. You look just like him though, Elian."

After he had said that, I had basically tackled him, and then put him in a chokehold as he tried to claw my arm away. "Don't you ever say that ever again. Got it?" I had mumbled. He nodded frantically and I let go and got up. He had gasped for air and gotten an understanding and never mentioned Him again.

The man that cares for me, his name is Ryan, and he's probably one of the best people I've ever met. Actually, he's the father I'd always wanted, and I'd never want anyone to replace him.

I was actually heading over to his place right now. I'd just killed another one of those rapists, seeing as there's quite a lot of those in my town. The ground beneath me, I could tell, was a sidewalk. I was the only one out here besides some vehicles that sped past me at an abnormal speed since the speed limit wasn't actually 60 miles per hour.

I had my head down, my left hand in my hoodie pocket, and my right hand tracing over the scars on my face as my big ass sunglasses hid my wandering eyes. There was very little activity throughout the town that I could feel, but the forest was alive.

The forest was alive, and it made me feel alive, even as I still ran my gloved hand over my scars.

After a while, I looked up and turned to the right, and I immediately knew that something was wrong. There was something wrong with the smell inside the house, and there was no active mind that I could feel.

I ran up the steps, eyes wide, and quickly reached for the doorknob and basically threw open the door. "RYAN?!" I yelled out, my voice was literally quaking.

I didn't get a response.

Oh dear God... "RYAN!! RYAN THIS ISN'T A JOKE! ARE YOU OKAY?" I yelled as I ran through the living room, tripping over the coffee table and the couch, but I made my way to his room and it smelled strange. Metallic. Metallic like a penny would smell, and that wasn't good. Oh God, that wasn't good.

"No, no, no... Ryan? Are you in here?" I asked. Tears started to escape my eyes as I tried to use my ability to see into anyone's eyes.

I got the eye part down. But... It wasn't what I wanted...

Someone was standing behind me... And their vision was yellow.

I quickly turned around and my ability faded. I was in a defensive stance, looking towards whoever was behind me and I barely had any time to react before I was tackled to the floor.

Whoever this was, they were very light, but still extremely strong. They had managed to get my arms above my head before I brought up my leg quickly and kneed them in the stomach. They grunted but didn't roll off of me as I hoped, but now that my leg was up, I kicked them with all I had. They grunted and rolled away, and I figured out that they were male.

Their mind... That was something that I had never really felt before and it fueled me. They were angry like they were in a rage. And their intent? That was something that could easily be seen or felt. Their intent was to kill, and that fueled me. That and the anger and disgust rising in their mind.

I rolled over and stood up, rushing over to the male and gripping onto whatever was in his hand and pulling it away from him as he clutched his stomach and quickly recovered. The weapon felt like... a hatchet. I swung it to the side and then went to swing it at the male, but he caught it right before contact and tore it away from me before swinging it at me.

I ducked and quickly ran away. I wasn't entirely used to this place, but I'd gotten the hang of everything, mainly because the now deceased Ryan never moved his furniture. Thank goodness for that.

Whoever was behind me let out a manic laugh and followed right after me. I jumped over the couch and into the kitchen, quickly searching for a bigger knife than the one I currently had in my hoodie pocket.

I barely had any time to even run in the kitchen before something swinging through the air, launched right by my head. It would've hit me if I had turned to the left just a moment earlier. I tried to turn back around but my shoes slid across the floor and I fell down, arms waving in the air with a terrified squeal.

And as I landed on the ground, I turned on my side to prevent breaking my ass and catching myself with one arm as I fished for my knife in my hoodie pocket. I quickly turned and swung my knife through the air, with the intent to stab something, and my wish was granted. But... he didn't yell out. I brought the blade back towards me and I could feel like one of his hatchet's came down towards me.

My eyes widened as I rolled out of the way, the tile beneath where I previously lay cracking as the male tore the hatchet out of the floor and ran after me as I made my way into the hall, trying to go around so I could jump through the large window in the living area.

His laughter rang throughout the house and I realized that he wasn't much older than me. He was probably just eighteen, while I'm over here at sixteen. I ran through the small hallway and turned the corner, trying not to smell and basically taste the blood from Ryan's room. I couldn't imagine what it looked like.

I hurtled myself over the couch and then something hit me on the top of the head very forcefully and my head was sent flying back, my body with it, and I hit the coffee table. I cried out but a very strong force on the center of my chest prevented me from screaming further because I couldn't get my breath.

I heard the boy, or whatever he is, chuckle. "So predictable... It's almost r-really sad t-to see you di-d-die." His voice was very low and threatening, almost no emotion, but I could tell he was gritting it out. His voice was muffled too, and whenever he reached out to put a chokehold on my neck, I could tell that his hand was gloved. He was covered.

But then I snapped and gripped his arm with one and threw my other arm at it, snapping his forearm in two. He didn't react to the snapping, that I could tell, but a surprise was easily felt through his mind, and I pushed him off of me.

I jumped and flicked my wrist, the window shattering before I jumped through. No glass shards diced me as I rolled on the lawn and got up, and ran.

I could hear the maniac's laugh behind me.

"I-I know y-your secret-t! If you g-go in-nto th-the forest n-now, I'll f-f-f-find ya!" He shouted behind me, his voice and conscience fading as I ran further away, into the edges of the forest, and I turned to the left. "There's n-no esc-c-cape!"

As I ran, I could feel my chest start to bruise and where the boy had had that grip on my neck, but otherwise, I thought I was okay...

All except for the thick liquid that dripped down my head constantly and the horrible throbbing in my head. But otherwise, I think I'm alright...

At least, for now.