Beyond Control

Chapter 48

As a child who was born to be powerless, I now feel what real power is.

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The corpse is right behind the barrier, blood surged out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. He was lying in a pool of blood of his own, similar to the sight of a corpse that had fallen from a high place.

The pair of yellow eyes never closes, only warded and concealed from the world by blood flooding over his pupils.

Killing the head of this facility doesn't inject the same kind of satisfaction as killing the other workers. It barely helps with my fear at all.

With the body in my sight and at such close distance, the body looks dead to me, it seems to be the opposite. As if the soul of the body is finally able to roam free, finally wielding abilities beyond a human's limit.

I threw myself out of the room, leaning against the shut door. My gaze swept the hollow hallway every time an instinct told me to, not knowing what to do next.

The truth is still trying to find a comfortable spot in my head to settle in, but nothing welcomes it.

I'm in the hallway again, with no plan in mind and no clue of what's happening. It took more courage to get out of that suffocating room with a dead body than to kill the person, as if I needed to crawl out of that place instead of properly walking.

I lie a hand against the wall, guiding my way towards the previous hallway I came from. My head is spinning again, heavy with the pressure of a gigantic rock, as if something is forcing me to close my eyes. My vision blurs every time my pupils move, the lights in the hallway are growing dimmer before my eyes. The world is disappearing behind me for every step I take, floor falling out of existence when they're out of my sight.

There's nothing in this place, no one appearing in my sight tempting to capture me, no one coming to rescue me, no one bothering me with teasing words.

The world doesn't feel real anymore. I hear voices of my stepfather in the forms of whispers surrounding me, the image of his body dropping dead under my power painted every corner of my mind, never leaving me.

None of this is real, I refuse to believe.

Are you in a dream, Crystal?

It was a sentence spoken in my stepfather's voice, the chilling words sliding from the back of my neck to my shoulder, pressing thorns into my flesh.

My vision focuses and unfocuses. My eyes bouncing from corner to corner of the hallway for something to avail me, to save me, pull me out of this goddamn hallucination.

Fuck off, you've already died! I screamed back to my hallucinations.

My body is lighter than ever. I was disconnecting from my body, my soul detaching from my limbs, my mind losing its control.

The weight of the rocks pressuring my head morphed into millions of thin little needles plunging into my brain. All digging their way into my head and burying themselves with every screaming cell bleeding from a hidden wound.

Tiny needles enter my brain, like parasites infiltrating my soul, but the pain describes it to be a tremendous group of comet bashing into my brain cells.

The voice of my stepfather chuckles, laughing wryly at me.

I leave no words with the hallucination of my dead stepfather, continuing to guide and help myself down the hallway, reaching wherever place brighter than this current hallway. The lights are flickering on the next hallway, as if signaling me to safety.