Rush

Chapter 7

I felt like a fool walking with her on the beach. It was so awkward and cringe that I can't explain it to you. I felt like Glenn Medeiros in the "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love for You" video. Fucking unbearable. I almost tripped on an oyster shell or something. Pathetic. I still don't understand why I agreed to come here with this weird cunt. I-

"Well, I made you come here," she said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"You were thinking just now why you came here, right? Well, I made you come here. I have some powers, remember?" she said with an arrogant smile.

"Wait a minute... you can control people? Can you make them do things? Come on, that's not possible. You just know a few tricks, that's-"

Before I could finish, I felt an uncontrollable urge to pick up a dead starfish on the sand and eat it.

It was surreal, and I didn't feel like resisting. I actually wanted to eat it. I picked up the slimy, slippery starfish and was about to bite it when suddenly I came to my senses. I realized what I was doing and dropped the gross creature.

She began laughing like a maniac.

I was confused and angry. I grabbed her neck tightly and asked, "What the fuck just happened? Why was I about to eat a fucking starfish? What did you do to me? Did you drug me, bitch? Are you working with Spooner? Are you-"

She kicked me in the balls, and a massive pain shot through my nerves, incapacitating me. I dropped down on the sand and screamed like a child.

"NOT THE BALLS, YOU STUPID BITCHY! YOU-"

"Relax, the pain will go away. You are such a drama queen," she said without even looking at me.

I rubbed my crotch and walked with a limp. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone on the beach. If there had been, I would have had to drown that poor soul in the sea to save myself from ridicule and embarrassment. You have to understand, I don't actually want to kill anyone. Certain situations in my life make me do these things.

I looked at her with disgust as she ate a chocolate bar. Even though my nuts were throbbing with pain, I couldn't help but stare at her face and body. She was attractive. I wondered how she'd react when I killed her. But why is this murderous emotion not strong enough? She is just another bimbo, isn't she? With powers. Then why don't I feel so inclined or motivated to kill her? Is she playing tricks on my mind? Does she have some seductive technique that she uses on good-looking tech guys like me? Is she after my money? I recently bought a Swarovski bracelet. Troy and others were getting all whiny and jealous seeing it. Is this bitch after my bracelet?

She turned towards me and smiled.

I looked at her with anger. "Are you reading my mind again?"

She laughed.

I continued, "Who are you guys, exactly? And why the hell are you doing this telepathy shit with me?"

She sighed and looked at the sea. "Years ago, a man found me when I was about to take my life. His name was Hector. He was the first to use the Wisp on me."

I was curious. What did she say?

"What the hell is Wisp?"

"It's what we call this power that we possess. Hector pulled me back from the brink and taught me the ways of this power. He told me only the ones gifted with bloodlust can possess the Wisp. He says everybody else in the world exists to replenish our unending hunger for murder and bloodlust, and the Wisp helps us communicate and coordinate with each other so that we can kill more efficiently. We are the next step in human evolution, in a way. We'll be at the top of the food chain in a few hundred years."