Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 5, 2010 17:37:27 GMT -8
Flashes of memories he couldn't remember doing in his head, fights he had fought that he had scars from, but for the life of him he could have sworn that they were all dreams. It was happening again, he knew the signs, and he feared them. More than anything he feared them happening around his son, around his wife, and around his friends. What few he still had if that, and with his lack of control over his powers, his power was starting to take over him. Not in an aggressive way just... he felt like he was more than one being in his own body, and that was new. He was used to feeling like one being split, but never two in the same body. That was new.
Either way he just knew that whoever he had fought must have deserved it, the only flashes of images were those of anger and aggression, but not fear. That was the only bit of what he could remember anyway.
Walking up toward the school he got ready for class at his locker, making sure he had the right books for his morning classes, he usually changed up what he carried before lunch so that his bag didn't rip or anything like that. The weight never bothered him but it'd be a hassle if he had to carry everything by hand.
Well, let's see how today---
His bag ripped in the middle of the hall as soon as the morning rush happened and several people tripped over books and binders that came spilling out.
And that's my day in a nutshell now isn't it?
Matrim began cleaning up the clutter hoping he hadn't pissed off or made anyone who wanted trouble trip. Sure he loved fighting but, what was the fun if they were just out to get revenge for being tripped up like that?
Either way he just knew that whoever he had fought must have deserved it, the only flashes of images were those of anger and aggression, but not fear. That was the only bit of what he could remember anyway.
Walking up toward the school he got ready for class at his locker, making sure he had the right books for his morning classes, he usually changed up what he carried before lunch so that his bag didn't rip or anything like that. The weight never bothered him but it'd be a hassle if he had to carry everything by hand.
Well, let's see how today---
His bag ripped in the middle of the hall as soon as the morning rush happened and several people tripped over books and binders that came spilling out.
And that's my day in a nutshell now isn't it?
Matrim began cleaning up the clutter hoping he hadn't pissed off or made anyone who wanted trouble trip. Sure he loved fighting but, what was the fun if they were just out to get revenge for being tripped up like that?
