Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "I'm Not Dead YET"

Chronicle was a pretty accurate movie, considering the fact that they had to replicate Andrew's footage and still manage to make a movie that fit all the right criteria. What no one seemed to pick up on, sans one telekinetic, was the fact that thirty minutes of footage had just magically disappeared towards the end of the film. Once Andrew blew up the hospital, nothing was seen about him or the hospital for what seemed like at least half an hour. And he was busy. Busy beating up his father, destroying the cuffs on his arm and legs, and wreaking havoc in the hospital. Police officers slammed into walls, doctors with missing teeth and limbs, Andrew went wild. He couldn't go back, he had made the choice not to go back when he realized his mother needed his help, needed that medicine. Now his mother was dead, and the man who claimed to be his father cowered against the one remaining wall of Andrew's hospital room, Andrew staring at him for what felt like hours. Frustrated and finally ready to strike, Andrew pulled a Darth Vader, grabbing his father around the throat and moved through the hospital slowly. His eyesight was blurry in one eye from the previous gas station explosion, and he could feel every little movement when his bandages shifted. All he wanted was for this to end quick, but he thought maybe he could try to get something for his wounds, something more. The hospital wing was almost completely destroyed, just smoke and dust, and Andrew couldn't go much farther, exhausted from the explosion and from draining so much energy. So, he finally went out. He grabbed his father by the leg and came out of the shadows of his destroyed room. He heard gasps from below as he let go of his father, watching him drop until- 

Matt caught him. 

All Andrew could think about in his rage was going up, and so up he went, desperate to find Matt, desperate to just let go of his anger and then leave. Go home. If he could even find another home, for his home was once his cousin, his home was Steve, his home was his mother. But first, he had to let Seattle know how he felt, how strong he truly was. Andrew flew around, blindly destroying everything in his path. He truly was unstoppable, even at his weakest point.

It seemed to prove that Andrew Detmer was stronger than this. 

However, his fight was cut short, as was his life, leaving him to be known as a villain for his destruction. 

When he was found floating in the Void of death eight years later, his goals still hadn't changed, his mind still stuck on Seattle, his brain telling him that he needed to complete his final goal. He wasn't gone, he wasn't finished yet. For strength like his had no equal, and his mind was unparalleled. He completed his task, teeth pulled, knives buried deep, ashes spread, the endless expression of fear on his father's face. Somehow, the asshole managed to avoid prison, rotting in his home forever, until Andrew murdered him in cold blood. Richard Detmer's abuse finally had an end, and Andrew had no goal now. He was above all, he had destroyed everything that ever hurt him. So he turned to the man in black, who pointed up at the sky. The Space Needle. For a place of happiness could only be the home of one who has sought that feeling all his life.