He felt the change coming. The power flowing through his body. A force his conscience had no control over. It was all instinct. An unlearned pattern that allowed him to survive. Throw off the enemy. His assailant flying through the air. Crashing through the nearby wall. Bricks cracking under the pressure. Accompanied by the sickening sound of crushing bone. The body falling like a rag doll to the ground. The others dared not move. Stunned by the sight of the effortless feat. As he stood the step back. Blood flowing from the cuts on his battered body. He didn't move as the power built again. Another flying through the air. Moved by the minds eye. Fear thick in the air as they began falling. And then the panic. Begging. Running. Crying. As the realisation that retaliation would be complete and unforgiving. With no chance of escape it was over in seconds. The power subsided. He fell to his knees as his conscience regained control. Pain from his wounds flooding in waves. Tears flowing from his eyes. 'What have I done? How did this happen? What am I?'

07/12/2010