Jamie's little hands placed on the brightly colored paint as he weaved himself around the huge play-set. Well huge to him at least. Scott said on the brand new park bench with Cynthia as their child played. Jamie discovered corner after corner. Naturally startled coming face to face with another child. Hair just started grow, he had the same eyes of wonder that Jamie had. Both of them couldn't really speak that well yet, but that one glance sealed their friendship for years.
Utter confusion laced in his heart he turned his head to where Damien was standing right behind him. Only this time, he saw nothing. Just the cold uninteresting school building. Jamie frantically looked around desperately searching for what wasn't there. His whole body trembled, the wind seemed so much colder. “Damien!” Jamie screamed hoping for a reply, any kind of reply would do. He felt his head as a sharp pain like someone pushing a needle from inside his head trying to get it out. He couldn't stop shaking as memories passed through his eyes. All their voices fighting to surface.
“Jesus man! I didn't even hear you come up.”
“You know how it is, sometimes it's like you're not even there.”
“Wow your arm healed fast!”
“They're looking at you.”
“Sorry to bother you but are you okay?”
“How did you get here before me?”
Jamie gripped his head tight not even aware of how wet his face was or the crowd his screaming was causing. Melony stood helpless looking on as Jamie's touch on reality slowly slipped away. Jamie stumbled back still gripping on to his head so tight his fingers began digging through his skin. How? How?!
“I don't know, some stupid kids played a prank on me. Yeah Alan and them.”
Jamie's mind wandered to him walking downstairs and sitting on the couch turning the TV on and coming across a news report of some teen found dead. After a few minutes they revealed the identity of Damien Presscott. Jamie remembered turning the TV off immediately after hearing the news, shutting his eyes. And blocking it all out. His head cycled through the memories of Damien in the past few days and he only saw himself sitting alone. He never even got to say goodbye, Jamie felt something snap inside of him.
Before he could tell he was already running leaving Melony and his tears behind him. The pavement punished under his feet as he pushed through the oncoming wind. He couldn't feel anything, his body numb to the outside world he wasn't even sure where he was going until he was there. Running up the steps on the porch Jamie pounded desperately on the front door. It took a second for it to open as Damien's mother appeared at the front door.
“Jamie?” The mother spoke while she too fought to hold back tears with a tissue placed up to her eyes.
“Where's Damien?” Jamie said hurried completely ignoring the state she appeared to be in. He could hear the faint sounds of a TV in the back round playing some special on accepting loss. Can you really just accept loss? Is it even the right thing to do if you could.
“They haven't buried him yet, the service is next week. I'm sorry I didn't call or anything, i've been... busy.”
“Don't be sorry.”
“I miss him so much already. I just want him back.”
“Me too. I'm going to do the best thing I can right now.”
“Revenge.” Jamie said turning around and running off the porch. He remembered Alan always bragging about some stupid bowling thing he did every Sunday. It seemed like a weird sport for a jock type to take place in but it was pretty convenient now. The saddest thing was that Alan used to be their friend too, those days where hard to remember but when they were little they would always hang out. I guess when you're young your ability to judge others hasn't really kicked in yet.
Jamie ran faster then he ever did before, things started to become a blur in front of him. Melony walked herself home after Jamie had vanished from sight, she wasn't really into the idea of stopping Jamie, in fact the idea of him getting his revenge made her want to skip home. It only took her a few minutes to get to the house. After being greeted by Tyrant she noticed a message was waiting on the answering machine. This was practically her house now too right? She thought walking over and placing her finger on the play button.
The robotic female voice chimed out the date and time the caller had left the message and then it beeped. “Hi Jamie, I hope this really is your number. I got it from a friend. Anyways this is Sherry, call me back whenever. Was nice seeing you.” Melony narrowed her eyes at the message while she pressed down on the delete button.
“Sherry huh?” Melony said while the robotic female voice one again spoke, this time to confirm the deleted message.
Jamie knew exactly where he was going as his feet continued to pound on sideways. Running across the street a car came to his side and Jamie brought his right up smacking the car hard enough the it lifted up and off the road. It didn't take too long before Jamie reached the ally. Looking on her saw the bright neon sign that marked the building, you could see it for so far away it was almost impossible to miss. He stood at the see through metal framed door for a moment and his fist tightened up. Feeling the chilled steel he Pushed the door open and started walking forward onto the old dusty carpet under him. The sounds of the bowling ally where all one big collaborative mess. The voices, the dying pins and the clinking of cups full of beer or whatever. How do people enjoy this? It's the literal birthplace of headaches.
Jamie was stunned for a moment when he saw Alan throwing his stupid ball down that stupid lane with his stupid friends. He couldn't believe that he'd actually be here having a good time after what he did. “Humans are disgusting.” Jamie said as he started walking again. Walking by the rack that held all the rental balls you could use Jamie picked one up. He didn't know it's color or it's weight or any of that, he just took one. He could feel the tough plastic under his fingers as he got closer to Alan.
“Alan!” Jamie shouted as Alan turned his head, when Alan first saw Jamie his face seemed confused. Jamie drew his arm with the bowling ball back and whipped it forward letting the ball fly loose. With Jamie's increased strength the ball seemed to move forward like it was just rubber. It made impact right at Alan's knee crippling him immediately. It didn't take any time before Alan started to scream as loud as he could. Hitting the ground Alan reached down to his knee and looked at the mangled and splintered mess that was now his leg. He could see his bones protruding out of his skin. The only think you could compare the sight to was how a plank of wood looked after it was bent and the wood fibers separated and spiked off.
Jamie watched one of Alan's friends running over to him, maybe to stop Jamie or to fight him. Jamie didn't care one bit he took his arm and landed a swift punch to his chest. His ribcage must have shattered and punctured his lungs because he fell to the ground with his mouth open deliriously grabbing for air but only finding half hearten wheezing. Alan was now sitting in a small pool of collected blood trying to fix his leg in hysteria. It was so loud in the building but still Alan's screamed drew a crowd but no one acted on it after seeing what Jamie did. “Cowards.” Jamie said walking forward while people watched like it was just another movie.
Jamie reached down to Alan's shirt and picked him up by the collar as gravity took hold on Alan's leg further ripping it. The bones almost sounded like cutting paper except it was really noisy. If you could hear it over Alan's screaming that is. It was all inaudible so he wasn't talking, just reacting to the pain. Jamie placed him firmly against the nearby wall as he heard someone talking to the police, because that worked out so well last time. Jamie looked into Alan's eyes as they shut more and more. “Are you going into shock?” Jamie questioned in anger bringing his ope palm across Alan's face. “Don't you dare go to sleep, I want you to feel all of this. Every agonizing second!” Jamie shouted directly into his ear perking Alan's eyes open.
Alan reached his arms out and placed it on Jamie's face moving it around, Jamie couldn't help but think Alan was drunk but then Jamie remembered how his rationality altered when his arm was broken. He couldn't help but think how much worse it was for regular humans. Every time Alan attempted to squirm free his leg would shift position worsening the pain. Jamie watched for a while as Alan kept trying to get out.
“Let me go.” Alan choked out through stuttering and trailing off into a stupor.
“You can still talk. Good.” Jamie replied looking down at Alan's leg, he could clearly see the bone. Blood kept dripping from the wound collecting under them. “You'll die of blood loss soon so let's hurry. I need one thing.” Jamie said looking into Alan's fading eyes. Jamie leaned over again next to his ear. “I need you to beg.” He whispered.
“Fuck you!” Alan managed to summon enough strength to taunt out spitting in Jamie's face. Jamie shook his head and reached up to wipe the saliva from his face.
“Don't you think it's weird that out teeth have nerves.” Jamie said opening his mouth and running his finger along his white teeth. Jamie then reached over and made his fingers glide over Alan's cheek. “So I bet something like this really hurts.” Jamie sadistically recited putting his hand into Alan's mouth and placing his middle finger and thumb on the front most teeth. Squeezing his fingers together it didn't take much effort before the tooth gave way and was obliterated between his fingers. Alan let out such a ferocious howl as the pain shot from his mouth right to his head. The small chunks of broken tooth fell down, some into Alan's mouth and some fell out. Jamie rubbed his fingers together feeling the dust between them.
Blood from Alan's gums started dripping down moving over the wounded tooth. When Jamie heard no begging he went and broke another tooth causing the same helpless yell as before. “I'm honestly surprised you have any blood left in you.” Jamie said noting the stained floor under them. “Did you know the human mouth has thirty-two teeth. This could take some time.” Jamie said with a malicious smile.
Alan's eyes seemed so gone now, he had stopped screaming and stopped trying to get free. It looked like he was somewhere else. “Please.” Alan mustered out in an utterly defeated tone. “Please no more. I'm sorry for everything.”
“You'll have to do better.” Jamie smile as Alan's tears running down his face mixed in with the blood from his mouth.
“Please stop, god. Please I just, want to go home. I'll do anything. Please god.” Alan pleaded with his slowly vanishing breath.
“I'm certainly not god. But I can't help but think you sound exactly like Damien did.” Jamie closed his eyes and letting his grip loosen Alan fell to the ground landing feet first, his broken leg crumbling beneath him. Alan must have been tired because all he did was whimper. Jamie looked down at the pathetic mess he left of the ground. Reaching down Jamie picked up the bowling ball and outstretched his arm hovering the ball over Alan's let. “You'll mostly likely die today. But even if you live it's not like you can consider the rest of your existence truly living.”
Jamie turned his head away from Alan and looked towards the crowd, the other kid Jamie hit had stopped movie now.
“Goodbye Alan.” Jamie said letting the ball fall crashing one last time onto Alan's leg. Alan mustered his strength for one last scream lurching his head forward a mixture of tears, blood and vomit spewed out right before he passed out in a pool of his own blood.
The gathered crowd in Jamie's way all parted as he walked towards them giving him room to walk. No one was saying anything and the ally had now become completely silent. There were now lights that covered the outside of the building. Jamie easily recognized them as the lights from several cop cars. The might have dispatched so many when Jamie's description fit the same one for the bank hold up.
Jamie walked out and faced the raised gun the officers held aiming at him. He looked around for a moment and walked forward. The cops repeated a warning of not moving and the instructions to get on the ground. Jamie continued walking seeing bright lights appearing from under the cop cars. The white glow erupted and forced the cars into combustion sending the vehicles off in all different directions while taking out the entire police for stationed there. Melony watched the explosions as she sat on the couch looking at the TV. “Thank god for news coverage and helicopters.” She said her eyes glazed over completely in purple.
“As long as you can see it huh?” Jamie said knowing it was Melony using her Virtue. Jamie kept walking making his way through the field of flames, it was warm but it didn't burn him like it did the cops who were rolling around as they charred to death. Walking by one of the wrecked cars Jamie tore off the door, it's windows had already been completely shattered by the explosion. Looking at the helicopter that continued to film him by shining an incredibly bright spotlight into his eyes he squinted. He spun his body once and let go of the door then he stood still watching the door spinning towards the helicopter. The helicopter started to move but was too late at the door flew into the helicopter blades breaking two off and bending another one.
Jamie watched as it spun out of control only to fly directly into the side of another already burning car. Jamie looked as the pilot struggled with his seat belt while the flames were taking him over. He could save that man who was only doing his job. Sure no one is pure but it's likely that man was just trying to provide for his family. That however was none of Jamie's concern, not anymore at least. No one is innocent, everyone is evil, vile and disgusting. This world needs a good purge he thought to himself as he watched the hope vanish from the pilot.
Turning away he started walking home eager to feed his dog and to get some down time before getting some sleep. Maybe show Melony a sign of his appreciation for all her help. He still didn't know exactly what to think of her, Barley and Paladin seemed to both hold anger towards her and suggest that she was using him for something. But the truth always surfaces eventually, so he'll just have to wait.
Walking home he was certain he heard another explosion going off behind him. It must have been the helicopter finally giving it's gas to the fire. Jamie watched a fire truck drive pass him with it's sirens whining. “What a mess.”
Elsewhere Morris looked down in utter fascinating glee as he watched the chains that bind him. Being broken.