THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

THE BEGINNING OF HATRED

Moksh woke up feeling dizzy and wondered, 'What happened to me yesterday? I remembered I had fallen off the building to end my life. How did I survive?" He just instinctively sprang out of bed and was amazed to see himself standing completely fine and didn't imbalance, suddenly he saw a weird and unusual black cloudy thing has surrounding his right arm, right leg and even the right eye.

The next instant, he heard a knock on his door; the black thing disappeared, and he got imbalanced and fell off the bed.

Moksh's father entered the room and asked, "Are you, alright son? What were you doing so late at night?" He stuttered, "I just went for a walk; come, I don't know." Mr Chaturvedi responded, "not a problem; come and have breakfast, let me help you reach the washroom."

Moksh ate the breakfast, still wondering about that black thing and thought, "If that black thing is giving me strength, I should dig more about it!"

After completing his breakfast, he went back to his room and concentrated. Instantly the black thing appeared again, and in pleasure, he picked the pencil and pressurised on the paper to draw; it shattered into bits. Moksh was startled. "What happened? I only pressurise it to draw!"

He relentlessly believed, "I have to search about this Power; it feels kinda itchy on the skin. it's not painful, though; it gives ominous vibes; I should try to subdue and use only a minimum amount." He concentrated harder on his right side and the black thing, but it started to move uncontrollably. It scared him still; his concentration didn't falter. After a while, he couldn't see that black thing hovering around him anymore.

When he stared keenly on his arm, there was a thin layer of that black thing hovering as it was the part of the skin, and he was able to move his arm even moved freely. Instantly he opened the door rush towards the living room, and his parents were shocked to see him walking again. Mrs Chaturvedi cried a lot while embracing him and sobbingly said, "How did this happen! you are okay now, son?! Thank god." both of his parents were crying tears of happiness.

he suddenly interrupted them and said, "I'm going out for a walk." Mr Chaturvedi yelled, "Wait! you can't go now, and you just got healed; stay inside for another or even a month."

Moksh couldn't do anything and listen to them, and he used up his whole week sitting and wandering around the room.

After a week, he pleaded with his father to let him go, and his father finally allowed him but for half an hour only. In New Delhi, they're very few large playgrounds to play in; he sits there and closes his eyes to concentrate on the black thing. Suddenly, the black thing became dense and started hovering again; a piece of rock was lying there. He picked it up and compressed it in seconds. It shattered to dust. He was thrilled after and wondered, "I could be a superhero and save people hehehehe, even find a nice girlfriend." Moksh was getting happy in his daydreams.

Instantly a cricket ball at speed headed towards him and just caught it casually; he was amazed. "Holy crap, my reflexes are faster than my brain."

SOMEWHERE IN EAST ASIA

"I think the calamity has returned," a woman said.

"hmm, I see; eliminate him before it matures," said the man in a black coat.