04 To be powerful

It's been a week did I do well on the date she seemed to enjoy herself, well it doesn't matter I have to focus on figuring out what has been going on. Okay so the first time I reverted, returned, displaced? I can't think of a good name that describes it but the first time it was after I landed on the fence I didn't feel it but I know for certain it happened; a test I need to test this. As I pick up the knife in my hand it trembles, "what if I'm wrong what if I don't revert, it doesn't matter here goes" as I stab the knife into my heart my vision goes blurry and fades out a second later it fades back in and the knife is back on the table where it was before. My god, "oh my god I can't die anymore but why is it because I'm a 0 negative" I don't think that's it it must be because it's my power but what is my power, I think about my power and a thought came to me why not go on a vacation and figure out if it's just you find out if it's unique or if it's an power card. A power card is a magic power that usually isn't held by a person but is given to them by a person or unforseen circumstances, yet me having a power card makes no sense. Okay it doesn't matter how I have it or why it happened first I need to figure out if it's natural or a card power, I hope that it's not a card power I don't want to be a wanted man the last person with a card power was publicly executed to make an example and I don't want to be the next one. Card holder or a koloda as there often referred to. I hope this isn't something I'll be running from. Even if I can find out what's really going on behind this power, my power how am I gonna justify how powerful I am without a Evaluation Verified Authentic card or E.V.A for short I'm screwed. I walk and contemplate. I need to figure out something, a little will be better than being in the dark, I decided to not take my evaluation so I have to learn more on my own. First before all things I must take care of my mother. Jeez what am I gonna do where will I go to find information. The cerebellum. I can use the cerebellum but if I get caught accessing the illegals of the web I'll be locked up. On my way home I kept thinking and thinking about what to do, cerebellum, dark broker, the mist market, a lot of places for information but there all illegal. Why can't this country let information out. It's been 78 years since the sabat eeukud war, 77 if you count from when it started, plenty of dead zones left from these weapons called H-Bomb and NUCWPN I haven't heard of these before but there mentioned all the time in the history books of the old wars and the landscape shows how powerful they were. I went to East district not to long ago it used to be called washington DC I think and there's a crater the size 200 kilometers I've never seen magic do that except for some zeros, the thought scares me. I finally made it home. "Mom, Mom I'm home I got your meds" yeah Orisa quit after that incident with that weirdly deranged man. I walk into my home and it's oddly quit, it's almost as if my body knew something I didn't, "huh, why is it so dark, hey mom did the power get cut, damnit I told him to give me an extension till next week" I walked around almost in a daze from the darkness when I heard a high pitch ring. It's warm why is my stomach so warm, I feel my belly and to my surprise it was wet, "No wait why, it hurts, it hurts so much, where, why, mom, who" these thoughts came out as the pain flowed in I was losing consciousness slowly and I thought for the first time, "I'd rather die quickly." As my vision blurred the pain didn't subside at all till the very last second when I could hear nothing and it all went black and just like that I was standing outside of my house blurry vision and fuzzy hearing. Immediately when I came to my heart started to race. Thumping as the beat of a melodic drum moving me ever closer to a death filled with pain, cold sweat dripped, the wind tickled my skin as it blew passed the increasing wetness of my fear. I didn't fear the death all I feared was the pain. I realized my mom probably long since died but I wanted to be naive because the thought of the truth mad me feel dizzy, my mind ached, my legs rooted, my throat dry and my heart drumming. I bit my lip hard the pain woke me from my haze, my breath hot it would be foggy if it where cold, my brain alert as I stepped in the door with my adrenaline serging and rushing crashing into my mind so fast it made me feel addicted by it, yet this was far worse than thrill seeking, far worse than being a danger addict because at least after they died they didn't come back and feel it all over again. I want to run but I gotta make sure she's okay, "mom" please be okay. I step in. Now I realized what my body sensed before me it was someone watching me in the dark, I didn't notice it before but I do now with my alertness and adrenaline and my few survival instincts I got from camping, I noticed and it noticed me. A shuffle light but present it moved in and I stepped back dodging what ever attack it threw, shuffle, again it moved and I heard the ring of a blade, left as I moved I heard the wind brush past me, shuffle, right, duck, I move my body almost robotic, attuned to the sounds of every detail moving as the direction of the blade is heard but I'd be a fool to think I was cleanly dodging the longer it went on the worse my condition grew lacerations where felt on my arms my torso my legs. I moved and we danced back and forth, round and round, the sounds of footholds in the dark the ringing of a bell wished, the crescendo of violence as the blade whizzed in the air, a tango of death is what we danced and it was about to be less one sided. I came to the countertop and felt in the dark, the wood of the knife holder made my blood surge and my adrenaline rush even harder. I pulled one and threw the wooden holder at my unknown assassin. I heard an deep exhale and a grunt in the dark, soft, high "A women" that's why the agility was able to match me. If anything I've been know for my almost inhuman reflexes and the fact she hasn't hit me directly means she isn't a 4 stage 5 or below. I can kill her with conventional means. As I brandish my knife in a icepick grip I begin my assault, the blade rang left and I cut left and up. with every hit the intensity of our dance grew. It came for my neck and I stepped back dodging and then sliced for the abdomen. A shout came from the dark, "Ahh, hell" with that I heard a shuffle as it moved back. women or not I fought. As my opponent tried to back away I dropped and kicked for where the legs should be, I landed my hit and heard a tumble the moment the attacker fell I pounced stabbing where I heard the center of mass should've been as my blade pierced a sharp pain came to my shoulder. "looks like you hit me" I spoke with ferocity and the assassin spoke back, "and it seems like I lost, yet it doesn't matter I got what I came for" what does that mea-, Mom. No mom please. I moved off of my assailant after twisting the blade hard. I didn't care that I just took a life because I wanted to know if my mother was okay. As I ran I pulled out my phone and turned on my flashlight, I walked into her room and fell to my knees, there she was lying face up with a pillow over her head and red coming from her abdomen. I can't say I was surprised powerful people are killed all the time and she was a stage 3 after all. Yet just because I wasn't surprised didn't make it hurt less. My chest constricted, tightening to the point of bursting, my throat clogged and ran dry my lips felt chapped and my head felt hot. Tears fell and felt almost like fresh running hot water they where so warm thought they weren't mine, I stood and spoke, "hey mom I got your medicine, it's time for you to take it, yeah and then I'll make us both a grilled cheese how does that sound." A reply didn't come but this made me have more disbelief. She can't be gone. I had so much more I wanted to do, sick or not she could still go and live with me. No she can't. No it's not real I have to go back I can fix it I can change it if I got back, just as I was about to plunge the knife deep within my chest I thought, "I'd just go back to when I was outside." As that thought sunk in my heart hurt and ached my head felt dizzy and my tears flowed as I lie on the ground and curl up I fell asleep hoping this was just a dream.