C 37. Serene lllll

But alas my prayers aren't answered. And despair gripped me, from my external sense I can feel and smell intense fear of people as if they are also afraid of what will happen next.

They are right to be afraid, no they should despair. Formation after formation circles around me but deep down I know it was for nothing, my strength in statistical analysis knows no bound.

No shield, bunker, force field or any type of defence, ever stopped me. Their technology is like a paper before me. 

Even if I reached an impediment, it was just a result of me not putting in enough effort.

Dum!

Dum!!

Dum!!!

Hehe, humans and their toys, show yourself. Clenching my fist, the floor beneath me caves in.

"Come let's play again." 

From the dream, a voice came, touting me. I know my movement will cause chaos here but it's none of my business. I was going to move when I felt a tight grip on my heart.

Serene calm down, innocent lives are at stake. This voice of mine is deep coming from my inner soul and will. I froze for a moment realising I almost lost myself.

Fear grip more!

Please, someone, help me!

I can't hold on much longer!

Sadness!

No don't be sad, I don't have the strength to convert it to common sense. By being sad about the chaos I may do, will make me think the only viable solution is me calming down forcefully to remove all forms of emotions.

But it takes willpower to do so. Now I'm exhausted, being sad will only result in being angry. 

My fear is not unfounded, as the anger of myself and my power began to build up. I know, I lost the battle, what a sad life.

Humans fear things external, but me, I'm my greatest nightmare. Hehe, to fear oneself and battle oneself all the time is tasking, fatiguing and above all, it's an endless struggle. 

My eyes… hazed, ready to pounce forward, I can already hear screams of terror from whoever is around me. 

"Oh! My daughter, what is happening to you?"

A soothing voic…. It is supposed to be soothing but it only fuels my anger. I punched the wall closest to me, and turned around to see who would dare talk to me at that very moment.

Shouldn't they be running away with their miserable lives, are they not afraid of dying a stupid death. Yes, it might be an honour for them to be crushed by the mighty Me.

But life is precious, one must preserve it, only for the great course should one die. 

Stupid huma… a soft two bulges meet my back before I move my body.

No! It's just that my body becomes stiff unconsciously, from hearing the voice. But that isn't enough. Through anger, I raised my hand towards my head to yank whoever was hugging me behind.

It was fast and swift, and my hand reached the head in no time….

√Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

My hand froze!

A force of will more powerful than I ever felt in my life cut the haziness of my mind. My true self takes over with an indomitable will. 

Fear, snot and crying all washed over me.

I can feel the raging power in me circulating by every pump of my heart but it was not remotely strong to disrupt the indomitable will. 

I'm angry, but my sanity is in control.

Stupid! 

A very idiot person!!

Only a fool can stand in my way!!

And that fool is my mother!!

~sniff~

~snorting~ 

~weeping~

She is foolish but brave!

~crying~

How can a mighty Me cry?

I have not met my match, yet I cry because of some fragile worm!

~weep~

"Oi, sweety, why cry? Mmm. Let me clean the tears for you."

She said that after she stood before me. Bringing out a handkerchief and cleaning my snotty nose gently. 

Then she wiped out the tears with another soft handkerchief. Arranging my hair and then she kissed my cheek.

My eyes are still blurry, but I can make out her shape. A tall woman, she is beautiful. Though her head is covered with a veil or to say her entire attire covered her body. That's how she dresses while venturing outside, not revealing at all.

Her big eyes are… well to me scary, she is a woman that can scare people with a stare. Yeah, father is afraid of her. She looks similar to those female warriors in the medieval era, the ones that have been to so many battles and won. 

But her smile, that stupid smile, was capable of melting the glacier in my heart. My first memory of it is when I was barely eight. 

Don't remember the details but it was one of the walking sleeps I do. Sometimes I break things, sometimes I behave normally. 

They bought a powerful suite that could constrain me, but the suit was such a fragile metal that I broke with no effort. My father and some of my family were tired of me and they decided to kill me.

I don't know how she did it, but she was able to take me into a bunker a hundred meters below our house. 

Believing she can calm me down before my family brings the known weapon prepared to kill me, is the only way to change their mind. 

But being in a close environment of a bunker set me off. 

The bunker is no match, can't remember well, but I saw her mangled body barely breathing. From her chest below is crushed to a paste, but that SMILE never leaves her face.

She was in pain but the smile was still there directed at me. She barely said, "Dear, run… before they catch, don't hate them. They are only… afraid."

She was so gentle and kind that it bordered on insanity. How could this kind of person exist in this world of greed?

Her love breaks all limits, all obstacles that her life is meaningless when showing her care. Even a devil will surely relent with her smile. 

The only thing stronger than me is Love!