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The water walker

Written by Matthew

Everyone has a story, and some are more interesting than others. Mine doesn't have a happy ending or even enough of a premise to become popular but it is my story.

I’m 19. I live with three 30 year olds. All my roommates give me the impression they have experienced the outside world and deem their rooms a much more enjoyable space. The main topic of discussion is Atrus the dog. I have had random pet jobs throughout my life and have proven myself a hard worker. I go to college and am trying for a pysch degree.

Could life get more fucking boring? I pretend to be someone else in all these places. Normal is an elusive concept I try and hang onto. The more I discover my talent the less I care to be normal. When I was 17 I turned myself from being an introverted fat child to being something else.

I was walking down Saint Paul st. The stars were out but few people were because it was below freezing. As I walked passed two men hiding behind their hats I could over hear their conversation. They were talking about crimein the area. One of them was bold enough to accuse me of being a thug. I was wearing black jeans and a black shirt with a brown beanie. Admittly I didn't look like Shirley temple. I don't act on impulses, but this man’s eyes stirred up something in me. As I kept walking towards the two there was a huge slate of ice that had just frozen over because of the rain. The ice was a flat sheath so smooth it looked impossible to walk on. I looked up at them hoping one would challenge my gaze. I stood as tall as I could and without saying a thing I kept walking. They stared dumbfound as I walked on top of the ice like I had just walked off of Noah's Ark. I stopped after walking across the ice and stared death into one’s eyes and said "Do you really think is polite to talk about strangers?" I was no further than a hands distance from touching faces with one man. He looked aged from alcohol; he also didn't look afraid. "Mind your own business" It caught me off guarding. I never had intent to hurt either of them but my blood stirred and I wanted power.

Fighting has become my addiction. I have trained intensively in a few different martial arts and the conflict of two people squaring off gives me a feeling that otherwise cannot be satisfied.

I knew I had a discussion to make. Keep walking and enjoy the star filled night; or make them taste fear. Before I had a chance to make the decision my eyes darted up again straight into the old man’s eyes. I took a breath in, my body was tense I kept inhaling until I could feel it fill my entire body. I exhaled and released all the tension and a faint smile came on my face. The old man tried scaring me off by moving closer. The moment he stepped I grabbed him by the collar kicked his feet from under him and dragged him into the cement. Power. I felt adrenaline surge through my veins. The other man without a thought of hesitations started running downhill away from me. I can run a 6 minute mile and still have some breath left. I toar down the hill and screamed a bloodthirsty scream. The man gained unnatural speed, I could feel his terror. He slowed down as he approach some ice. He started to turn his head to see where I was. His eyes were wide. The moment he turned I jumped on him with all my force sending him to the ground and breaking the ice. Right when he touched the ground I took his arm and bent it in an unnatural way. I could hear something ripping then a crisp snap broke through the turmoil. For a brief moment everything was silent then his screamed pierced the air.

A strange sense of remorse and power churned inside me. I knew my next step was to disappear but this man was lying at my feet. I never saw a more pathetic sight in my life. The thought entered my mind... A moment later I was two city blocks down breathing in the cold air and in the distances I could hear the sirens. For the first time the sirens screamed for me.

I have always had a heart of gold and would feel terrible for killing a fly. In the end I just want to be surrounded by people who care for me. But the farther I drift away, the closer I come to my monster and my monster is power.

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