The people of Lancet Falls, Idaho are changing, and it's all because of an otherworldly light that only a few can see, but the changes are affecting everyone. Animals are dying, people are disappearing, and what's with the men in jackets twenty year...
His target's eyes darted back and forth unconsciously looking for routes of escape, but it didn't matter where he ran. Paul was everywhere, even while kicking back in his Relaxzen Rocker.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" he said in defeat.
"Right back at you, I'm just better at it," Paul retorted.
At that, the look on Joseph's face changed. He went from being prey trying to escape to a feral animal that knows it's been cornered. The chair he'd been sitting in squealed against the floor from the force of Joseph standing up. The next thing he knew, the man's finger was pointing at Paul.
"Do you wanna know what I think?" he asked.
"What's that my darling?"
"I'm not giving you a dime."
"I've really got to be getting home to Real Housewives of New Jersey. Let me know when you've skipped the denial stage and arrive at acceptance. I'm so glad we did this." Paul said, readying himself to stand up.
A hand pressed itself on Paul's chest and shoved him back down. "You're a sniveling little worm. Guys like you don't have a backbone. That's why you hide behind your computer screen. If you expose me, you'd be incriminating yourself. You've got a real stomach on you, but I know you don't have the stomach for prison. Here's what's going to happen. I leave this coffee shop, and I'm never going to hear from your sorry ass again, because if I do, I'll show you that you're not the only one with some tricks up their sleeve. Trust me, I won't be meeting you in a fucking coffee shop. Are we done, or do we need to keep talking about it outside?"
The sharp scent of something familiar assailed Paul's nostrils; something he never wanted to smell again.
"Are you wearing Old Spice deodorant?"
"Uhhh... yes. I am. I think we're done." he said and turned his back on Paul.
I will have my revenge
A rage bubbled up inside of Paul. An old rage, one that had laid dormant inside him for twenty years, kindled anew. Violet threads spewed forth from Paul's body connecting him to everything in the room, and he was the only one who seemed to notice. The strands vibrated transmitting crystal, clear information of the room around him. He could sense the barista behind the counter sneeze into her hand moments before handing a patron his lemon-raspberry donut. Another vibration told him that a horny college student seated behind the bar was watching the sneezing barista with an increasing bulge between his legs. Most importantly, the strands connected Paul to the beating heart of Joseph Banford as he strode across the room.
Paul grabbed hold of that thread and travelled along its length until he was inside his target. He grasped his heart and traced along the veins leading out of his heart, feeling the pulsations resonate through his body. A creature of intuition, Paul acted on an instinct he didn't quite understand, stopping at an artery that ran up Joe's neck and into his brain. His fingers caressed the artery, revelling in its strength and vitality. As Joseph was about to reach the door, the fingers pinched, hard, severing the artery.
The strands dissipated into the air as a spray of blood painted the ceiling. Silence fell over the room like a shroud, no one quite able to register what they'd seen. Banford's body still stood there his head cocked backwards at an impossible angle. He swayed back and forth until finally his body fell backward with a weak thud. The "ding" announcing someone had entered the shop broke people from their trance.
A woman in a business suit that had looked annoyed and in a hurry rushed to the body and shouted, "Somebody call 911!"
The store erupted into a flurry of motion and shouting, while Paul remained seated in his table clear across the room.
Nowhere near Joseph Banford.
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SaintCole reporting for duty!
I was really worried about writing this chapter. I wanted to give a hint of Paul's past without hitting you guys over the head with it, and avoid making his power cheesy as heck.
Everytime you guys vote, it makes me smile. Let's keep that up shall we?
Finally, what are your thoughts about this one? Did Joseph deserve to die? Do you think Paul will be remorseful about what he did?
