Short Stories

Curiosity

     WARNING, CONTAINS: A LITTLE MORBID/GRAPHIC NARRATION + CURSE WORDS + NEGATIVITY 

If you don't like the thing listed above, I recommend you don't read this. ALSO, LMAO THIS PICTURE-

    Unknown: Why, why couldn't I have waited? I'm drowning in my own curiosity, and it's all my fault. If I had just waited a second more, I might've heard them. Damn... My curiosity is gnawing at my brain each and every second, it's gnawing it, but I can't tell if it's fast or slow-paced. Curiosity feels more like dread, at this point. Will I forever be like this, or am I to be set free from the terror of undiscovered answers? Fuck you, curiosity, FUCK YOU.

     Journey: In this world, powers were assigned and gifted to all humans when they turned to the age of six-teen. These powers' capability and intensity differed, but they were all very unique. Having their own cons and pros, these powers became part of everyone's everyday life. There were the typical superhero powers, like inhuman strength and telekinesis, but there were also unheard ones. Some people had the ability to turn metal into candy, while others could turn animals into bizarre weapons with just a snap of their fingers. No one on the planet had the same power as anyone else, they could be very similar though. Along with these powers, names were given to them. Sections were installed and new words were created just for them. Overall, powers affected the world greatly.

     Although giving powers to everyone, especially minors, lead to chaos and conflict. People attacked others with their powers, everyone shamed the people who abused their powers and they were locked up in cells that prevented them from using them. Crime rates raised and it was much more dangerous in the world now. However, we are going to be focusing on one particular story within this universe.

    It was the beginning of August, my friend I were walking back to my house after trying to hang out at the mall. We had to leave the mall early because someone had blown up some jewelry sections of the store. So much for a fun hangout, but it's whatever. My name's Feynman, my friend is Charlie. We knew one another for quite a while, we were close, I suppose. I'm not sure...

    Unknown: We walk inside my house, setting down our bags and products we purchased from the store earlier today. "What a workout.." I breathe out. I look over to Chalie to see him chuckling with his stupid little grin. Damn, I hate that grin so much. I would KILL for that grin to just disappear. IT'S SO ANNOYING! UGH, I FUCKING HATE IT, I HATE IT! I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HA- "Feynman? Are you okay? You seem a little worked up." Charlie just had to interrupt, didn't he? "Yes, I'm fine. I'm going upstairs, I think one of those people attacked me though... You know the guys who blew up the mall? I think one of them pinched me or something it sort of felt like a shot, to be honest. I don't know, but I'm feeling really... off. I'll just use the restroom or something."

    I walk up the stairs, heading to the bathroom, not giving Charlie a second to respond. I walk into the restroom and look at my shoulder, where I felt the pinch. I didn't think much of it when the mall was being attacked, as I was in a state of panic. Now, it seemed a little concerning. Could it be the reason why I was getting so angry with Charlie and his smile earlier? Maybe the person who pinched me used their power and now im under the influence of it? Maybe, but I don't want to worry Charlie about it. I walk out of the bathroom and head to the game room, where I and Charlie would chill most of the time. Charlie had already set Call of Duty up, so I sat near him on one of the beanbags facing the TV. He handed me a controller and we started playing.

Three Hours Later

    It was around seven o'clock now, and I and Charlie had never stopped playing the game. It was sort of getting boring though. I took a break and started thinking about today. Why did those people attack the mall? Money perhaps? It just seemed so petty to blow up a random mall. Why not blow up a full-blown bank? Aim for success, you know? God, thee people are so stupid. Fucking block-heads... Aren't I one to talk, though? What have I done to aim for success? I'm a failure in the path of success! No, I'm not! What am I thinking right now? This isn't me! I should do something, anything. What about that grinning kid? I should punish him for being such an annoyance!

    I get up from the bean bag I'm in and walk over to the puny little shit that Feynman likes to call Charlie. I punch him from behind his head, making his head jolt down in pain. "What the hell? Feynman, you jackass! What was that for?" Even in pain, this kid just won't stop being irritating. I pick him up from his shirt collar, looking at him in a rage. I throw him over to the wall, his body bouncing off of it like a rock. He's bloody all over, I grin. His power was no use against mine! Wait, what the hell even was his power? Oh well, it won't be any use against my ruthless strength!

    I start laughing in joy! I run up to him, ready to smash his head like a watermelon. He starts speaking, goddamn that's annoying! "Feynman, this isn't you, and I know that. I have something to say before you kill me, and it's important to whoever's controlling you and you. Listen, I-" I cut his annoying voice off, I couldn't handle it anymore! I plunge my fist down his throat, making him suffocate and burst out with blood. I took my time tearing his body apart...

To be continued

(Also, sorry if it was fast-paced, but it's kind of supposed to be like that right now. I'm sorry about the picture btw, but I just had to use it lmao.)