Part II . . . kind of

It's still about a boy

 

Being brought back to the here and now, my memory started telling me what had happened during my . . . fit. Even though I forget my memory when I wake up, I am, regrettably, fully conscious during my episodes. I can’t control them. I can only pray that they come and leave swiftly.

Blinking, fragments of my memory resurfaced. Here it comes. I’m gonna pass out again. I have to relive the awful period. The street cracked with the sound of my head hitting the pavement. I would be alright in another hour or so.

I started out running, looking from the left and to the right. I could run at this speed for miles never fainting for breath. I came into a more populated area of town and slowed my pace to a normal jog. People gave me odd, questioning looks as I passed them, but I didn’t care. It takes a whole lot more than a questioning glance to make me self conscious.

I gently touched their minds as I went through the crowd, perusing for any information, like, where the nearest meat shop was. I would have to find one fast; otherwise I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Oh, no! I swore softly to myself. Of course there’s an accident. Of course there’s blood. Damn. I pushed myself to a faster pace, attracting way more attention that I wanted, but it was either that, or the other, horrible alternative of doing that thing here in front of people.

I often don’t express glee, but it was evident on my face as I caught the stray thought of a late working butcher. Food! I changed my direction quickly. People wouldn’t be able to see me now, I was going so fast, and, if I was getting better, they shouldn’t even be able to feel the slight breeze of my passing. Stopping in front of the store, I got ready; the air around me shimmered as I composed a new appearance for myself. I chose that of an attractive woman.

Bring, bring went the chime above the door. I sighed with annoyance at its shrillness. The man looked up and smiled, “What can I do for you?”

“I don’t think you can do anything, really. I was just wandering around and most other stores are closed.” I offered him a smile, flashing my white teeth. He looked startled. Oops. I forgot to change that part. I turned around, looking like I was going to grab one of the ads next to the door, and quickly modified my teeth. Better.

I turned around, ad in hand “Where can I find the special?” he still looked at me oddly. I stretched my thoughts out to him. Nothing dangerous in there, just wonder at what I was doing here.

“Page three.”

“Thank you.” I gave him another smile. His brows furrowed. What was it this time? I mentally drifted, looking at myself. I was perfect. In older days, men would have gone to war for me. Hm. “I was wondering if you had any . . . oh, how would I say this, live animals, back there.” he laughed, “Not here.” Touching his mind again, I found where the animals would be.

“Ah, well. Thanks anyways.”

Reverting back to my old form, I took to the skies, searching for the abattoir. He was very well off, for a butcher. I thought about that for a moment. That’s why he was nervous. I remembered where I had seen the woman whose form I had chosen. I knew I hadn’t made her up. She was in the paper the other day for breaking a drug ring. I laughed to myself. The old man has quite a profitable side business going for himself. I made a mental note to myself to notify the police when I woke up later.

Pushing that business aside, I landed on the property. Smelling my way, I found myself in a dark room. I took a deep sniff. Ooh, drugs. I took some to sell later. I went around the back and found a dark storage unit. Cows! But they smelled odd. Ah. The man was transporting drugs around in the cows’ stomachs. I’d have to find a clean one. I wanted to leave these guys for the police. Oh, well. Looks like pig again. I made quick work of one or two of them, returned back to the street where I started, then passed out.

Author's Note

There's tons of crap that needs editing. You see anything incredibly outrageous, please let me know. I don't really know where this is going right now. I'm making up a whole bunch of crap as I go along, so if anything seems to unbelievable, yell at me. :D

yeeeep! Criticism is always good. Killing me would be a favour to someone I'm sure. So, yeah!