Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Nine // Owen Lux Wesley | Part I

CHAPTER NINE // OWEN LEX WESLEY | PART ONE
[WORD COUNT: 1820]
[TOTAL: 25909]

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My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, causing my knuckles and the tips of my fingers to pale. They clenched and unclenched in a rhythmic pattern as the couple behind be giggled incessant and useless phrases that meant nothing other than broken promises. Their names were German and Pamela, pronounced ‘Herman’. The pronunciation bothered me to no ends that it took everything in me to stop myself from swerving the car over the ledge of the bridge to repeat history. I somehow managed to hold back and settled for making conversation between the couple before I ended their lives. I couldn’t keep on hearing their sappy voices without the anger brewing inside of me rising to uncontrollable levels. 

“So you said your names were German and Pamela?” I said, my fingers wrapping and unwrapping themselves around the steering wheel. The palm of my hand began to coat with a thin line of sweat, a warning my body sent me of some sorts. I needed to get this anger out now before something bad happened. 

‘Herman’ responded by nodding. “Yeah, we actually were travelling to New Jersey but our ride ditched us. We really ‘preciate the help, man.” He had a slight accent, one I couldn’t pinpoint and it bothered me. I took a chance and glanced at my image in the mirror, immediately noticing that my dark brown eyes had changed to black, both of my irises dilated. My forehead had earned a thick coat of sweat, causing my locks of hair to stick to my forehead. This wasn’t good. 

I pulled the windows down and hoped that the fast wind would brush away any signs of sweat. “Call–Call me Lux.” 

“Okay Lux,” Pamela sent me a smile. “It would be okay if you just dropped us near a subway station or something like that.”

I bit my lip roughly, hiding the sinister sweet grin that threatened to overtake my face. Millions of harsh, deathly thoughts evaded my mind, and I welcomed the thoughts with ease. Different scenarios flashed through my mind of the couple’s death. Such a pleasant sight it was. An idea stuck out from the rest, and I decided that I would do what I desired the most. 

It was more complex way of dealing with my victims but it would be fun nonetheless. “That would be fine, Pamela. If you don’t mind me asking, how do you plan to get to New Jersey through a subway?”

The couple exchanged glances and smiled at each other. The sight sickened me and it only made my stomach twist and jump in circles as the death I had planned for them danced through my mind. “We–uh, it was apart of our last things to do together before we–” German began. 

“–before we separated for the second semester of college,” Pamela finished, nudging German. “It’s a fun way to–” I didn’t bother listening to the rest of her sentence as the anger consumed any logical thought I had left. I felt sinister, more sinister than the devil at the mere thought of controlling who lived and who died on this earth. Only few were granted with this power and I was one of the lucky ones given the chance to do so. I felt like a complete God, with powers only I could use and it was astonishing, implausible but true. 

I let go of the amnesia facade that was holding any sanity I had left inside and I found myself laughing as I embraced the demonic feelings. I vaguely heard Pamela stop speaking while she took in my crazed laugh and it only made me laugh harder.

“Lux?” German’s disgusting voice drove me to do the one thing I had been holding back on. I glanced around for two whole seconds, noticing that there was only one other car in the highway. I ignored the drivers protruding eyes, thankful that the windows I had were heavily tinted and began to speed over the limit. I wasn’t planning to repeat history again by driving off the bridge. I had long ago passed the bridge and had something entirely different planned.