I push his body into the other cop and I slam his head against a tree and he's knocked down, I kick him in the face and then, he's finally knocked out. I take his gun and the small amount of ammo that he had on him. Three spare clips, fifteen bullets each, I can make do with this. I slowly step out of the forest and a highway stands in front of me. Cars passing like clockwork, day after day after day just endless noise. I step over the barrier keeping me separated from the cars, and the vehicles start sliding around, trying to avoid me. I kneel down and place my hand on the hot street surface. A ten inch thick steel shield ruse out of the ground on both of my sides, and the cop tries to follow me through it but as I walk forward the walls behind me deteriorate, so I start to sprint and the walls surrounding him completely disintigrate. I turn around to face and I put my hand on my heart and start to sing.
" My country tis of thee..." I sing, and then a semi truck slams into him, making his body almost explode.
" Holy shit!" I yell as his blood splatters onto my face.
I turn around and sprint across the highway and the cars slide and crash into the walls I create. I eventually get across the way and into a trailer park, full of people, so I look at my compass, and it points to an old, dirtied trailer. It's smells horrible, and there's a malnourished, chained up pitbull right in front of the door. I walk up to the door and the dog just lays down in front of me, like it's scared. I pet it and try to open the door l, but it's locked, so I kick it in. There's a baby crawling on the floor screaming and a meth lab right above him on a table. A skinny white man points a shotgun at my face, so I look down at my compass and sure enough, he's the guy. I create a blade that's strapped around my forearm and I push the barrel into the wall and a shot goes off. I stab him, straight in the throat, and blood gushes out of it. I reform my blade into a leather shield to cover the babies eyes, and I scoop him up in a baseball glove like basket. I sneak him out to the police station, and it's dark outside now. I place him in front of the door and knock, and then I make a mad dash for the woods. The police officers don't see me and take the kid in. I let out a sigh of relief, and lie down, almost immediately falling asleep, but not quite. I dream of being me, but not me. I'm in another bar, but the guys that beat me are dead and lying on the floor, bleeding, like they were stabbed. Whilst I look at them I notice blood dripping onto them, off of my chair. I have multiple stab wounds in my stomach, and my guts are pushing out of my belly. I don't feel any pain, except I do feel scared, terrified actually. I look at the bartender and he's holding a knife, covered in blood, and shivering with fear. I feel a loss of movement in my legs, and my chest can't move either. I wake up, jerking my hole body up to a sitting position. Something's missing, someone's watching me, and they're standing behind me, I can feel their breath. It's not an animal, it's definitely a person. I form an icicle like blade coming around and off of my fist, and I strike whoevers behind me. The ice punctures, something, but it's not human, so I turn to see what it is. It's me, right in my stomach. I wake up for the last time, and I'm still in the woods. I stand up and look at my compass, but I'm pretty light headed and my vision's a bit blurry. At least I think I'm in the woods but, it's so bright, as if there's lights in my face. I form a sort of hose that gently pours out water, and I pour it on my head and face. It wakes me up a lot more than I was and I take a glance at my compass. It's pointing forward, so I move forward. I create a machete and I hack and slash through the shrubbery, mosquitos and ticks are flying off everywhere in sight. I try to create a dragonfly to stave off most of them but I can't seem to. I can't make organic or living things I guess, or maybe I just don't have enough training. I take out my gun, and it's a desert eagle 50. So I test it out on a couple trees nearby. I take aim shot, and it's almost a shotgun blast level of power.
" Lovely." I say in delight.
I create a belt and a holster to latch onto it, and the gun fits almost perfectly. I try to go to a store but there are cops waiting outside, and they have a piece of paper waving around, so I create some binoculars and zoom in on the paper. It's a mugshot of me from a while back when I had a buzzcut a full, thick beard. I create a razor and some shaving cream, and I shave off my beard whilst I'm in the woods. A splash of water and I'm stuck being baby faced for a while. I make some hair extensions and stick them in my hair so it makes it look longer, and I make a little baseball cap to go with it. I'm also kind of covered in blood so I make some clothes and I switch them out, and I start walking down the parking lot. The people start looking at me weird, so I walk faster. I get to the doors and the policeman puts his hand on my chest, looks me up and down, and he lets me in.
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Deception
General FictionThe story of Cole Lane. There is a sequel to this story called Legends, if you want to check it out after reading this.