The Demon's Angel

Chapter 34

Kurt
I trailed after the tour guide, not really processing her words. It wasn't my mission. The girl's voice screamed constantly in my head. The pain it caused propelled me forward. As soon as we reached a security checkpoint, I turned around a corner and slipped into a janitor's closet before a guard could spot me. I stepped out, pulling the baseball cap further down, so that my face was better covered. I was wearing makeup to help hide my complexion, but nothing could fully mask my demonic appearance. I wiped it away, allowing my mutation to show.

Something stopped me. A hand. "I'm sorry, sir, are you lost?" I nodded and turned, looking up at the security guard. His eyes widened, and he reached with a trembling hand to grab his pistol. He raised it slowly, hands still shaking. I snaked my tail around his back, snatching the gun away and tossing it to the ground. I leapt, over the startled man before darting away down the hallway. His voice echoed down the hall, "Perimeter breach at visitors' checkpoint!" The chase had begun.

I ran past another guard, and as he turned to fire, I teleported, sprinting down a different hall. "Multiple subjects!" he shouted. If only he knew. Another agent blocked my path. That time, I didn't even try to avoid him, even though I wanted to. Instead, I grabbed the top doorpost and launched myself through, kicking him to the ground. "I don't want to do this!" I thought desperately. "Please!" Pain ripped through me, causing a scream to bubble up my throat, only to never escape. I kept going, jumping to the ceiling. "Point five secure," called yet another guard into a walkie talkie. I dropped onto him and knocked him out quickly, continuing to run.

A guard stood at the end of the hall, gun raised. I bore my teeth viciously at him. He fired, and I teleported again, reappearing to ram into him before he could fire again. I inwardly winced as he went through a door, but my body forced me to keep going. I teleported to the other side of a door. Agents rushed in behind me. I grinned savagely. Bamf! Bamf! Bamf! I teleported all over the room. knocking each soldier out quickly. Their screams echoed in my ears. I wanted to stop so badly, but I couldn't. The voice wouldn't let me. I was hurting people, and I couldn't even stop to know for sure that I hadn't killed them.

Two more agents approached. I teleported, slamming one into the ground. I snatched the other up by my tail and threw him into a wall. I scowled as another approaching man shouted, "Close this place down!" Doors closed all around me, but I continued onward.

I peered through the tiny peephole in the sealed door and teleported in. A startled agent spun around, but I whipped around and kicked him, knocking him to the ground. I flung another man into a door. It fell open, and he tumbled in. "Don't shoot!" he cried. I teleported through the new opening.

Screams. So much screaming. I wished so badly to squeeze my eyes shut, erase those looks of pure terror from my mind. They were right to be afraid of me, though. That was the worst part. They had every right to be afraid. They were getting defeated faster than they could draw their guns. I didn't want to do this. I just wanted to go home.

I teleported into the room where my target was. They looked up to the ceiling where I stood. I was gone before they even saw me. They pointed their guns at the door and I appeared, grabbing and flinging an agent with my tail. He dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Adrenaline rushed in, and suddenly, everything slowed. I teleported over and over again, taking out each agent surrounding the president. It felt like some sort of sick circus performance, one that was twisted and ruined. Through the series of kicks, flips, punches, and throws, all of the agents were beaten within a few seconds. I turned with agonizing slowness to the president. His eyes were wide and terrified. I sprinted up to him and leapt, pinning him to his desk. I stared down at him. I felt my lips stretch in a sneer, baring my fangs. My tail flicked upward, handing me a knife with a red ribbon. I didn't even remember it being given to me.... "No!" I thought desperately. "Please! Don't make me do this!" The voice screamed, "KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!" Pain filled my whole body, and I knew I had to obey.... I raised the gleaming blade above my head.....

BANG! I screamed as a sharp pain blossomed in my shoulder. Suddenly, the voice was gone. The world was clear, and I could control my actions. I looked down at the horrified man beneath me, and dropped the knife. Wincing, I teleported, away from the White House, away from DC. I didn't know where I was going, only that I had to get away, as far as possible from that living nightmare.

The pain in my shoulder was almost blinding, but I continued to teleport. Get away, get away, get away. Run. What had I been doing?! Why had I been doing it? I... I couldn't remember.... why couldn't I remember anything past the circus!? It was impossible... I had been in Canada, and then suddenly, the capital of the United States, trying to assassinate the President. I had no clue what had happened, but I swore to myself that I'd figure it out.....