C 36. Serene llll

Dreams or nightmares are something that all ability users are told to experience. Each person's dream is unique to himself but there are always similarities.

The dreams are said that it was the mind that travelled to another plane of existence. Science has yet to connect to the plane yet, but what is happening is that every person with ability, even those who are null, have their kind of dream.

The nature of the dream is said to influence the ability of the user and the path of its development.

And for me, my dream is one of the unique ones. Because I met intelligent life forms that are the product of my imagination.

There are two of them, a similar humanoid appearance. My first memory of them is torture. They fight and torture me all the time until I start fighting back. 

But that is not important now, as one of them is dragging my consciousness back to the dream while I'm visibly awake.

It happened before when I went on a great rampage, my mind was in a dream but my action was displayed in the real world. 

The chaos I brought destroyed our mansion and even our neighbours. Hundreds of people died miserably.

And now something similar is happening. I want to control my anger as I gazed at the phantom dream but my body wants to jump on him and shatter his body.

"How dare you summon me!" I said, shaking with rage.

It did not say anything but I can feel my mind moving from awake to sleep as if the other plane is dragging me in.

I ball my fist and punched the nearest wall. The shock wave and the little pain from my fist that I refused to suppress hit my head on and I gain a wave of clarity 

For a second I escaped the dream and stared at the hall I was standing in. I can feel the dream is encroaching but at a slow pace. If I lose concentration for a little bit I will lose the battle.

I stood firmly on the ground, my hands made a fist and the breathing was slow but deep. I feel like the moment I move I will break something.

My ability is Super Strength, here in the facility they said I'm getting stronger by the day. But also that will spell my doom, if my body can't handle it, then only death awaits me. 

For some reason, anger comes to me easily and the sad part is…. Why am I crying? I felt my eyes filled with water and started to drip down.

Stop crying! 

Stop crying!!

Stop crying!!!

Breath in 

Breath out

Breath in 

Breath out

It felt good to give in to rage, several times that I gave in, it was like giving freedom to a bird that was caged for years, to fly unhindered in the sky. 

But that also caused my family to fall apart. I destroyed our home, two of my siblings died and many other relatives. 

Through the rampage, the things that feel fascinated through my craziness were snuggling out the life of a human. 

It was a crazy evil enjoyment, to view a being that controls his surroundings through various means but is as weak as an ant.

Calm down… Whenever that thought comes I feel an overwhelming sadness wash over me. But it's not a good thing either to have sad emotions appear.

As the sadness at any moment can turn to anger which also fuels the rage of uncontrollable rampage. 

Hehe, my eyes filled with moisture, seeing a blurry hallway. 

Who can sympathise with me?

My brothers did not die from my direct attack, it was from a mere shock wave of my movement.

Not even an attack movement but just me running from one place to another, and I passed where they were ten meters away from me and then PUSSS they turned to mist.

My thought after seeing that was "Worms" with utmost disdain and repulsion over their overwhelming weakness.

My eyes filled with more tears as I drove my sadness to fuel my common sense, not the anger. And it was not an easy fight, it's tasking my mind, soul and will.

But gradually I calm down, I can feel the wind caressing my body as I felt a bit of chill. Covered in sweat and inner battle, I opened my eyes. The hall is still there and no one is in my vicinity.

Good, my heart almost returns to normal as I just wake up from sleep. I breathed in deep, some happiness permeated me seeing I won the war.

Though I'm in deep fear, I still feel better than before. When I looked at the floor I saw it has caved in where I stood. Then I remember that boy claimed that I'm Heavy. 

Yes, now that I think about it, whenever I'm in this kind of situation the ground doesn't seem to contain me much. Wherever I step, it feels soft and breakable under my feet without any effort. 

~Hooo~

Taking my time till I calm down, well well. I raised my leg to walk away slowly. Taking a step was good, taking another one made me feel relaxed, then the third one.

Look! It's fine to move around.

As I was about to walk, the change of my heartbeat due to walking awakened something. This time my whole body quakes and a flow of strength from the deepest part of me covers my right arm.

It became heavy not in the sense that I will lose my balance or be incapable of moving the hand, but in a sense of having so much pure unblemished strength that nothing within my knowledge and experience can resist.

When the flow of strength fills the hand, it overflows through the rest of my body as if I become a container of a human being filling with water. 

Don't reach the heart! That is the point of my despair. With the pump of the heart, the strength will circulate through my body.