Mind Rift

Some called it the 'Valley of Death', others called it a 'No Man's Land'. Of course, what people didn't know, is what they feared. That is everybody's main fear, right? The unknown. They've had no experience with what was going to happen, or what was happening. It was just a suspenseful path through a dark forest. My mind felt heavy in my head, like a burden on my neck. As if I was carrying so much weight, that wasn't physically there. I felt like an unseen shadow, wandering along the side of the street. Each step, I paced myself on the worn, cracked sidewalk.1

The silhouettes passed by my form, as if I were invisible. For about a week, my mood had been changing up and down. Usually on the downside. Sunday, a couple nights ago I decided to see a therapist. He diagnosed the problem as a bi-polar disorder. Of course I never had it before, so in my mind, he's wrong. My hands were pocketed inside my dark blue, Columbia jacket. Zipped about halfway up, revealing the upper part of my collared, white and blue polo. I wore the average pair of Lee jeans, which barely kept the chill of the night off my legs. Perhaps it wasn't the chill of the night, but a chill inside my body. My chin length blond hair kept wavy because of the light breeze, which crept through the streets like a predator. The moon dawned down upon me like a god, gazing at me with its piercing hues. I felt exploited, but to what?2

There was an anger that rushed through my mind. Thoughts rushed through me. Why was I angry? I had nothing to be angry about. I couldn't be bi-polar. Just the thought of me having a disorder made me even angrier. I felt my hands tense up inside my pockets, yet I couldn't find myself doing it. My fingers curled into fists, and I cringed my teeth a tad bit. I must've looked like a madman at the moment, why was I so angry? I ripped my hands harshly from my pockets, letting the cool air was against the skin, blowing into my side like a strong bound of crashing waves. There was some sort of adrenaline rushing through my body, as if I suddenly sprang to life from death. It seemed the anger was its fuel, and that couldn't be good. My mind felt to be held back by another force, while I just a spectator to what I did. I was losing control, that must be it. Maybe I am a madman.3

I couldn't be going insane, could I?4

My steps quickened, taking longer, faster paced footsteps. My senses felt enhanced. The cold bore against my skin, even through the jacket, I could feel it so lively. Yet, it took no effect on bringing me discomfort any longer. The darkness seemed to have no effect on cutting my vision now. My gaze pierced through it, as if it weren't really there. I felt my skin heating, bringing the sweat to condensate from my forehead. A bead of my sweat ran across my lip, granting me that salty, warming taste.5

I felt a surge of energy rush through my spine. My body felt empowered by a strange force. The back of my mind was taking over, the part that the human body doesn't use. I still wasn't using it. It was using me, as its toy. I felt like a doll, claimed by a master. Something kept me moving, kept these senses strong. I craved for power now, feeling a lush madness tear through my mind. I heard myself cackle out a small laugh. I quickly muffled the manic giggle by closing my mouth. I looked around frantically, hoping nobody heard me. A great wave of relief rushed through me, seeing nobody near me. Yet, only to be taken over by this strange energy. There were a couple people up ahead.6

It was always common sense, to avoid people at this time of night, in this part of town. The street was littered with trash, bringing out the true scum of this ghetto. I wanted to stop, and turn away. But something brought me to keep moving toward them. Nearer, and nearer I came. I heard the beat of their rap music, emitting from the small stereo which was rest upon the steps up to the door. Two black men sharing a conversation, while sharing hits from a joint sat upon the steps. The music grew louder, as I felt myself coming nearer. I realized, I was taking effect to it. I stood now in front of the steps, knowing the two men were both staring up at me.7

"Ya need somethin' white boy?"8

I heard them share a quick laugh, as I slowly brought myself to turn toward them. Looking right down at the noisy stereo.9

"Turn it off."10

I watched them both share a quick glance at each other, as the one on the left stood tall. He was a good three or four inches bigger than I was. Much more built also, looking right down at me.11

"You think you can come up in here, and be tellin' me what to do? This ain't yo' town bitch. So I want you to be a man, and say you're sorry."12

I kept my eyes on the stereo. A mischievous smirk traced the corner of my lips. As I felt the man's hand grasp my shirt at the collar, lifting me up just onto my toes.13

"You say yo' sorry, or you gonna be the sorry one bitch."14

The words he spoke, brought a rush right through my body. I shuddered for a brief moment, as I closed my eyes tight. Unable to keep them open, I felt a rough pull on my shirt. I thought he was pulling me to the ground, yet the grip released from my shirt. I listened to the loud crash. Opening my eyes, I noticed the lit hallway of the old, worn building. The door was ripped right from the hinges, laying flat on the hallway floor. On top, was the large black figure, laid out spread eagle, not moving.15

How could that happen, I didn't even feel myself touch him. I turned to the other one now, who was still recollecting himself from what just happened. He stood now right when I glanced down at him, coming straight at me with his fist winded up for a punch. My eyes remained open this time, as a rush surged my body. My arm extended forth, like a reflex. My body jerked quick, as I watched the attack come into effect. No part of my body touched any part of his, watching him hunch forth. His feet cleaned right off the ground, as if a car hit him dead center. I heard the crack of his spine, and his ribs. Breaking right under the sheer pressure of some force I provided.16

The man lay lifeless against the wall of the house, along with the other upon the door. I could hear the ramble of footsteps coming from inside the house.17

"My boy!" The old woman screamed, looking right down at her young man from across the hall. She then peered at me, and I could see the flash of steel in her left hand. I guessed even the elders carried guns. My reflexes of course achieved me yet again, as I sprung out of the way of the door. My whole body sprang into motion, as I began sprinting up the sidewalk. Reality flowed through my mind now, as I realized what I had just done.18

I killed.19

To this day, I never saw myself as a bad man. I had always been a delightful human being. A bit of a cocky personality, but I had never had the mind to do anything harmful to a person. My speed must've been great, since I carried myself a good hundred yards from the door in a matter of about five to six seconds. I felt no exhaustion from my quick sprint, forming into a jog now. I kept myself running. It seemed I forgot all about law enforcement, as the sirens rang in from the distance. I could see the blue and red lights flashing in unison upon the buildings, as the patrol car screeched around the turn up ahead. The spotlight from the passenger side window flashed right onto my form.20

Please don't let them know it was me.21

At the moment, I was the only other man inhabiting the dark, gloomy street. The car came to a slow drift, as it slowly passed my form. I realized I was nearly running still, which gave me away.22

"I want you to stop, and put your hands against the wall!"23

I listened to the voice enhanced by the megaphone. I felt myself nearly coming to stop, but then began to walk forth. I turned my eyes down to the sidewalk, only to have been interrupted by the voice yet again.24

"Freeze! You are under arrest!"25

I heard the rubber tires screech across the road. The bright high beams flashed across the building aside me, bringing my whole word into a bright light. I turned toward the car now, as the light seemed to blind my vision. Squinting a bit, just to give me a bit of defense. I listened to what the man began to speak again.26

"I want you to put your hands up slowly, and keep them up. Take three steps forwards, and stop there."27

I obliged to the order like a coward. My hands rose into the air slowly. Once they were just above my head, I took my three steps forwards. The lights beamed into my eyes like the sun. I felt like I was going to go blind, as I turned my head away from them a bit, keeping my body turned to the car. Then the feeling came again. A rush of madness surged through my veins, as I heard the metal frame of the car screech loudly. The front of the car lifted slowly, as if a tow truck was lifting it up. Then I felt my power drift, and the car came to land roughly upon the front two wheels again. The bumper of the left tire rolled off the wheel, landing on the road with a loud clang.28

I watched the long crack form along the windshield, as I felt my body giving a rushing force. Such an energy flowed through me. A great heat plowed from my hands now, as this time the front of the car was thrown upwards with sheer, unmerciful force. I listened with lust at the cries of the men, as the back bumper shredded across the road. The car flipped violently over, sending shrapnel straight at me. Which my reflexes succeeded me once again, stopping the ripped metal from tearing through my body. I watched contemptuously as the the roof of the patrol car gave way to the weight of the car itself. Hearing not only the windows crack, but the bones of the men. Their bones were like the defense of a light-bulb at this point. Giving way to the force, only to shatter. Leaving their bodies distorted, and lifeless. The headlights still beamed above my head now, leaving the bright beams to aim into the night sky.29

The power remained in my body this time. Lowering my gaze, I peered upon my own hands. They seemed to be the nozzle of my power. Where it all came through, and expressed to the open world. This strange force, was what was taking over my body. I couldn't let it, I had to do something about it. The two dead policemen didn't appeal to me much. Not really caring about the lives I've taken, the greed of myself, brought me to care more about my own life. I began to walk from the car, as the radio seemed to still work. I heard the abrupt static, which then a voice sounded.30

"Unit 3 was lost on Union Street. Get some backup right away there."31

For a moment there was a dead silence, as I felt a great fear rip through my body. Hoping there would be no response..32

"Roger that HQ, Unit 4 over."33

"Unit 7 over, roger."34

I listened to the whine of the police cars, rushing in from the distance. Then it came to me. I was now a criminal, a murderer. I would be shot on sight. I felt myself overcome by the fear of dying. My body shuddered a bit. I knew not what to do at this point, standing there now. My eyes raced from left, to right. Then I realized. I stopped the pieces of the car from slicing into my body. Even though they sprang at me at such a velocity, I stopped them. If I could do the same with a bullet, I'd be unstoppable. It was now I fought with this new power that ran through my body, or I died letting it release.35

The sirens grew louder, and louder. I grasped the zipper of my jacket now, pulling it right down to the links, where it then opened. Sliding it off my shoulders, and arms I let it fall down behind me. My body heat was too great to wear a coat, even in the fifteen degree weather. The sirens sounded all around me. It must've been the whole force mobilized to take out just me. The men I killed must've had a chance to say something to them, yet I didn't hear it. My mind sank more, and more into the thought.36

I just wasn't going to be living much longer.37

My anger grew at a wild rate now. Aimed at the power itself. I hated it, like it was myself. I hated myself. Death didn't seem so bad now, as my emotions overwhelmed my sane mind. As the sirens sounded louder, it fueled my hatred. I could hear the loud buzzing of the helicopters growing in also. My body tensed up greatly, but not with fear. With adrenaline, and with hate. I was pissed, and it wasn't at myself.38

It was at them.39

Without even looking, I could hear the first wave of cars rushing into the crime scene. Turning to watch the front of the car rush around the building moving at least sixty MPH. My left arm shot forth, aiming right at the distant vehicle. I heard the tires skid uncontrollably along the road, as the car slid to the left. It was now sliding sideways at my form, as I pushed the telekinetic force into the side bumper. This had the car flipping violently, the glass of the windows, and the frame of the car busting the whole way through the oncoming car. I came to duck, bringing myself down onto one knee, as I leaned forth. I felt the rush of air, as the chunk of busted up steel flew right over my head. Listening to it crash into the brick wall behind me, falling roughly onto the ground. The loud whine of the metal as it bended, hearing it fall back into place. I stood, admiring the great mess I made with just the one car.40

I watched as another pair of headlights beamed the road, glaring right around the corner now. They locked onto me, as I could see a second pair aiming at me from the side. It seemed as if they were going to try and run me over, coming at me so fast. I turned to the car coming from the side, and thrust my open hand at it. The oncoming vehicle shuddered greatly, as it lifted into the air. I felt my strength suddenly fighting to keep it lifted. As I rushed my arm toward the other car, letting the force release. I watched the amazing sight, as the one car flailed wildly through the air. It seemed slow motion, as the front bumper of the airborne car smashed hard into the side door of the oncoming, grounded vehicle. Watching the glass of both cars shatter, the driver of the air lifted one, thrown right through the windshield. Watching as he lunged through the air, getting caught in the mess. A bloody mess it came to be, as it drove the oncoming car right off course.41

Both smashing loudly, and violently into the building just up front. The body of one cop was ripped to shreds. His uniform pieced along the pileup. I think I made out what was his head, lying just beside the pile. I grinned, loving what I was doing. I still heard them coming, seeming as if there were many more in number. There must of been five on each road, piling right into the streets. I stood there in the middle of the road, watching them all come. Death was not an option. I heard the loud helicopters soaring right over the buildings. The bright lights surrounded my body. I stood there, against the whole world it seemed. Turning slowly, to face the oncoming parade of the police force. The cars all screeched to stops, forming a massive road block all around me. The doors open, as they all bunkered themselves behind the doors, aiming their shotguns, and pistols at me. I must've been a creature to them, because they said nothing, only staring in a dazed horror at the monster I was. The helicopters hovered above me, sharing a course as they circled a route above me. Their bright, large lights focusing right down on me. My hands rose into the air slowly, as I heard the chief shout to put my hands back down. I disobeyed his order. But they obliged his next one.42

"Fire!"43

The searing bullets ripped right into my body, to even my surprise. The gunshots boomed through the silence. I felt my legs buckle, it all happening so fast. My power left my body, as I fell to my knees. The loud gunshots subsided. Looking down to the road, I watched the blood rush from my many wounds. In my arms, my torso, and my legs. I felt so weak at the moment, and light headed. Letting out a slight whine, as I blanked into darkness. I fell forth now, cold, and lifeless. Lying in the rift of death.