I never believed in the “light” that would come meet me once I died. However, that light was over at the end of the tunnel I was going through. As I got closer, it slowly got bigger until the light engulfed me in its beauty and shine.
I felt my psychic link return little by little. My vision was distorted and blurry, I couldn’t see a single thing.
Suddenly, a muffled cry for help broke through my daze.
“Help!” Somebody exclaimed. I tried turning around only to see nothing but a blackish distortion, that must have been a wall. I felt my legs, I was standing albeit a tad wobbly on my feet.
“Help!” I heard the cry again, this time it was clearer. My vision began to clear up. There I was, standing in the middle of a dark room surrounded by black brick walls. Looking down I saw what appeared to be a circle made of blood...
Human blood? What the hell was happening?
“Help!” The cry was now loud and clear. It came from a little girl who was being pulled away just in front of me by two men in black hoods. In a split second, I froze time and tried to make sense of what was happening. I was inside a room, yes that was obvious. The room was large, rectangular in shape, and was located at the bottom of this.. underground complex? I sensed no other psychic being nearby nor were there any energy signatures that came from weapons or vehicles, I half expected a gunship to be lying in wait for me.
But this wasn’t the hole I was supposed to enter. I was set off course. Then I realized, this was actually better since there was basically no opposition against me.
Aside from these three in front of me, there were twenty others inside the room and all of them were in a circle and I was in the middle of that circle made of blood. They were all wearing black hoods and chanting some kind of verse from whatever holy text. There were also hundreds of others outside this room, spread out across this underground complex until the very entrance.
The complex was under a mountain.
Freezing time took quite a toll at one’s mental health and prolonging this for more than a split second would even drive me insane and fry my brain. Another reason why humanity should never even think of disrupting its flow.
As I was about to finish up and revert to the normal flow of time, I saw something that reminded me of something I wanted to forget for all these years. Laying just a few meters between me and the two men pulling away the little girl, there was a corpse. The corpse was that of a woman, her belly had been split open and her innards spilled across a smaller circle its blood lining was glowing.
I then looked at the little girl. Her frozen face was full of terror. I peered into her mind to see what exactly was her relationship with the dead woman. I navigated through the sorrow and grief and found out that the woman was..
Her mother.
She was the only person the little girl had left and she was taken from her.
Like mine.
As I returned the flow of time to its normal self, a searing rage broke through the safeguards I had in place to protect me from my emotions. They were broken down and I found myself blinded by a rage so strong that I could not stop myself.
These people, whoever they were, whatever the reason might have been for them to murder her, deserved to die.
Time resumed and the little girl cried out one more time before being gagged.
“Mommey!”
With those words, my eyes glowed a crimson light brighter than the sun above this forsaken complex. If any deity was watching me, I taunted it, told it to stop me as I unleashed my rage upon these hooded creatures who are a pitiful excuse to humanity. To be called humans was an insult.
The crimson light from my eyes blinded the ones facing me. I shielded the girl’s eyes and forced them close as her two kidnappers covered their blind eyes in pain. I floated a few meters from the floor and looked at the wailing men and women who had wronged this little girl.
I looked at the little girl. With her eyes shut until I lifted her protection, she curled up and stayed on the floor. She shivered and continued crying.
A pitiful sight. It reminded me so much of myself, don’t worry young one.
I will avenge your mother.
“What happened? Oh my god! Get him!” Several more came running down the large entrance.
It was time to deal with all of them at once.
I lifted my right hand and spread my fingers apart. My psychic energy manifested around them and was thickened enough to the point that it became visible to the naked eye as a crimson light that surrounded whatever it was enveloping.
“What the?” I had them all wrapped around my palm. First, I tore their limbs and separated their joints in the inside. They all screamed in pain, it was music to my ears. They flailed about, trying to escape my psychic grasp only for me to tighten my grip slowly.
All of them were in pain, much pain, and I wanted their deaths to be as slow as possible.
I slowly began closing my right hand.
The bastards screamed and said these random words.
“Fireball!”
“Barrier!”
“O holy maiden, please protect us, I summon thy barr-”
Some of them began to choke, it was their fault for having such bad postures when I grabbed them.
“W-why,” One of the men in front caught my attention. He had something to say, something I sensed to be very important to the grand scheme of things so I pulled him closer to me.
“What?” My voice boomed.
“You.. are.. not.. the.. demon..”
Demon what?
“Lord..”
Demon Lord? What kind of nonsense was that?
I pulled him closer for that? But my senses never betrayed me so maybe the demon lord was someone important.
The circle beneath me, the hoods, the odd calls.
They were a cult!
A crazy bunch of hooligans, they really deserved to die.
I pushed the man away as his arms and legs started to curl. It was time for the grand finale. It wasn’t long before I heard cracking and tearing as bone and flesh were torn from their place. Before I ended it all, I looked at the little girl curled up still on the floor beneath. I squinted my eyes.
With a simple clench, I ended their lives. The sound of several hundred pops combined to form one resounding boom that echoed through the halls, the rooms, and vents. It was done. My fury had been sated and there was nothing left for me to do but to calm down and return to normal ground.
I descended slowly upon the now bloodied floor mixed with blended flesh. The little girl was dirtied by their blood and there were a few strikes of blood across her left cheek. I grabbed her with my bare hands and wiped the blood from her skin. She was sobbing but not so much as before. She had calmed down just like me.
Turning my head around, the scene was too bloody for this little girl to see. The death of her mother was already so much to bear, making her see this bloodbath would only add to her already crumbling psyche.
I guessed that there was nothing else to do. No one else was alive to oppose me or guide me anywhere, it was then did I realize my folly. I should have spared one of them just so I could have invaded his mind and learned about their reasons, purpose, whatever the hell this place was.
I breathed out a sigh.
“Time to go, I guess,” I murmured.
Using my enhanced senses, I navigated through the underground complex while I carried the little girl on my arms. Each hall and room I passed by had at least a single corpse or a strike of blood, rotted or fresh. There were rooms littered with bodies, turned into balls of flesh clumped together so unnaturally that it would terrify even the most hardened of veteran marines back in my reality.
But this wasn’t my reality. Whatever this place was, there wasn’t a single hint it was any of my worlds nor my enemies’
Frankly, this world was strange. The rooms were filled with furniture so ancient in design that it was comparable to the medieval age from millennia ago.
My suspicions suddenly flared.
I walked past an open door. When I peered through, I saw what appeared to be an armory. Old weapon racks designed for the storage of ancient melee weapons such as spears, swords long and short, there were even several pikes laying about.
When I enter a raged state, I lose focus, and thus, I don’t notice the other things I could see unless my targets interacted with it. With all of them stranded in the air, slowly being crushed. There was no way for them to run to get their weapons or hold onto any furniture. Maybe this was the reason I failed to notice this in the first place.
Losing focus, a psychic’s greatest weakness.
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