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No remorse

 

Prologue

 

John Barder is one of those kids who had only a few select friends no more then three, but was nice to everyone, john was short no more then 5'09 he had jet black hair, olive colored eyes and a rather angular face for being 16 years old, johns nice personality does him more harm then good it made him a prime target of the high school royalty preps, jocks, rich girls you know. Don't you remember those people from you're high school years? The pretty cheerleaders, the handsome football players, the guys who had the cars, and the girls who had the guys. John was the continued butt of cruel jokes everything from stink bombs in his locker to fake attention by girls to racial jokes. Johns arch nemesis was a thug from the wrong side of town named Kyle Adeline, Kyle's favorite pass time was having his friends hold John well he beat his face in. today John has decided to fight back, it is only his freshman year of high school and John has already endured more fights, I'm sorry beatings is a more appropriate title then most people would in there lives. But today John decides to fight back, he knows he will not win, but by god he is going to fight.

 

Chapter one

 

The bell rang ending seventh period and releasing the students for the weekend John hurried to his locker “perhaps I can avoid a fight if I hurry”, but to John's dismay Kyle was waiting for him at his locker “sup fagot?” John said nothing he merely noted a janitors trolley with in reach “I spoke to you and you're just not going to say anything?, you want any other beating!?” “why does this happen to me?” Thought John “I have to fight back!” “no time like the present” said a mysterious voice in Johns head. Kyle raised up his fist to strike John, “no one to hold me? He must be getting brave” the first blow John took was a sure nose breaker and sent John to the ground, his eyes watering, blood filling his mouth and nose a feeling he was all too used too. When John looked up he saw Kyle lifting his foot as to step on John's face “the broom handle go for it!” screamed the voice in johns head. John rolled out of the way of Kyle's foot and grabbed the broom handle by its grip and whipped the opposite end at Kyle. The hit was directly to Kyle's face sending him back ward a few steps holding his face in pain. John regained his footing as quickly as he could “now or never John” John muttered to himself, John charged Kyle and pushed him angst a locker and John was pummeling Kyle's face with every bit of strength he could muster, and then John felt something blunt strike the back of his head and the last thing John remembers is falling backward and feeling blood all-around him it was warm and kind of sticky.

 

When John woke up his was in a forest clearing in what looked to be Ireland the trees blocked out most of the sun casting an odd light, there were bushes in a perfect circle around him, and there was also many rocks with strange markings on the ground making out a strange pattern. A man dressed in baggy robes with a hood covering his face could be seen approximately 10 feet away from John. The mans voice was strong and his words were well pronounced as if he had been practicing this over many years “hello John” “err-hi” responded John confused beyond recognition. “I'm sure you are curious as to what is going on, are you not?” asked the man “oh I defiantly am, but I think I have a good handle on what is happening” “oh? Would you care to explain then?” said the man somewhat chuckling under his breath, “I'm lying on the floor of my high schools freshman hallway and due to the loss of blood I am hallucinating yup that's the only logical solution.” “oh you mortals and you're so called `logic', you figure that if something can not be rationalized and dissected then it is false or not true.” Said the man pointing an accusing finger at John. “Mortals? Ok I'll play along, why am I here?” “well John,..” “How do you know my name?!” yelled John “I a hallucination remember?, I know everything” “ah I see I guess, please continue” said John “very well my name is William I'm am a druid from medieval Scotland, I am you're ancestor” “I've read about druids you were peaceful people who were in tune with nature right?” “well you have it half right we were in tune with nature, our nature. We were by no means violent but we were also not peaceful for you see a few of us had special abilities, and we used these abilitey's..uh with great care mind you, but none the less we used them to help people and deliver justice” “what abilitys?” said John becoming quite intrigued and removing his hands from his pockets and crossing his arms lightly, “my, my aren't we eager, very well I believe that a demonstration would explain our power better then a long winded explanation?” John nodded he could feel his face becoming hot with excitement, his mouth dry and his breath shallow with every breath john took he could smell the grass and weeds. The man raised his hand to a rather large tree and as the man lifted his hand up the tree up rooted and hovered in the air, the man moved his arm at john thus throwing the tree at john. John instintvly put his arms up around his face to the shield himself from the tree all though it would do no good or so he thought, after several seconds of terror John heard the man say “John open you're eyes” John did so instantly and looked through the spaces between his arms, and what he saw almost made him pass out. The tree witch had been thrown at him was stopped and hovering a few feet away from him. “What the hell?” said John excitedly, although he was fairly sure of what had just happened. “ John listen to me, raise you're hands up in the air and then down to the ground very slowly.” “John did as William said. And the tree was lowered the ground with a mighty crash. “I'm telekentic?” said John looking at his hands, with amazement. “yes and on top of that you are telepathic.” Said Williams voice inside of johns head “now focus on me, and think you're words I will hear them” said William's voice. “this is so cool!” thought John “yes” said William “this gift is given to you, only because of you're life you are picked on and hated for no apparent reason, and yet you remain friendly all the time you never strike out first, this is why you are the chosen one for this generation.” “well, I msut say I am grate full now I'll show those bastords whose boss!” said John making a fist with his hands feeling high on his new found power. “now wiat a minuet!, you haven't heard the bad side” said William forcefully “what do I have to be a super hero or something?” said John angerly “no quite the opposite you must stay low key, no one must know of you're powers ever.” “seems fair” “I'm not finished, also you must never attack first, never start a fight, and when controlling some ones mind you can reprogram it to act differently, but do not use this ability to start fights” “ok, and hypotheaticly if I was to break one of these rules?” said John in a questioning schoolboy type of way, “then depending on the case and the cirmstances I will take you're powers away for a fitting amount of time.” “I see, well I think I'm ready to wake up and give these powers a spin” “anxious huh? Well, I'll let you return to you're life. I'll be seeing you john”.

 

Chapter two

“John, John? I think he's coming too!, nurse, nurse! Come quick” were the first words John heard, witch were soon followed by rapid footsteps and a door opening. When john opened his eyes he saw a bright light I was flat and fitted in to the ceiling John looked around quickly and saw he was in a hospital he hand an IV in his arm and his body felt sore especaly his head and his stomach and abdomal area. John sat up and noticed his mother was coming in to the room with a nurse, John tried to sit up but the pain in his stomach was toomuch he collapsed back on to his bed. “don't try to move John” said the nurse “what happened?” asked John looking in to his mothers clearly troubled eyes. “umm…what was the last think you remember honey?” “lying on the floor in a pool of blood, I had just been struck in the back of the head by something blunt.” Said John weakly it was becoming hard to breath for some reason “I better call a doctor” said the nurse, as she left the room in haste “after you were knocked out, Kyle and one of his friends took turns kicking you in you're stomach, they broke one of you're ribs, punctured a lung, and ruptured you're spleen.” “well, I suppose I will have to repay him in kind for all he ahs done” john thought well letting a maniacal grin appear on his face. “John are you ok, why are you smileing?” asked Johns mother, John was fortunate enough to not have to answer as a doctor came in to the room his stethoscope at the ready. “hello John, my name is doctor O'Reilly, I'm just gonna have to take a look at you're stomach, would you please lift up you're shirt?” “sure” responded John. John reached down and grabed his hosptal issued shirt (witch felt like toilet paper) and lifted it up, under his shirt was a large scar apparently where the surgon had made his mark. “wow!” said John. “what?” asked Johns mother “that fucker really did a number on me.” “John please don't speak for a moment I have to observe you're breathing.” Said doctor O'Reilly John merely nodded. The doctor placed his ice-cold stethoscope on John's chest and moved it around a little bit as John was breathing. “Hmm this is odd” said Doctor O'Reilly as he stood back up and took off his stethoscope. “what?” asked John some what concerned. “you are healing extremely fast, by all means you should be asleep. But at this rate you'll be ready to go to back to school by the end of the week, I have to report this” “I don't think so Doctor” said John coldly. “what do you mean..augh” said the doctor as John pryed into his mind. This was an odd experience for John as he had never experienced anything like this before, when he was in the Doctors mind he felt warm allover the Doctors mind was caring and concerned. “now Doctor in you're reports you are going to write that I am healing at a normal rate and will fit for relies in two weeks, understand?” John said in to the Doctors mind. “yes” said the doctors voice telepathically. John felt the Doctor understood him quite well and he pulled his mind out of the doctor's. “what did you mean John?” asked Johns mother “I mean I don't think I will feel well enough to go home at the end of the week maybe in the end or middle of next week.” “oh ok” said Johns mother. John spent the next two weeks in the hosptal developing his telekinesis by moveing objects, small at first like piece's of paper, then glasses of water eventually he got strong enough to be able to move his bed easily. His telepathy was an entirely different story now one would think that a 16 year old boy would take control of a nurses mind and have her strip or something along those lines. John did not as a matter of fact all he would do is take control of a nurses mind and hold a conversation through the nurse with another person. The last night John spent in the hosptal was a sleepless one regardless of all the pain medication they had him on, Johns mind ran wild with his dreams of sweet revenge John thought he would explode form the amount of excitement building inside of him John finally fell asleep around three AM and awoke in the same forest clearing he was in during his first encounter with William, “hello John” said Williams voice from behind him. “oh hello William why am I here did I do something wrong?” asked John inquisitively “oh no as a matter of the fact you supprosed myself and the other ancestors, you a 16 year old boy have the disapline not to take advantage of a nurse? That is quite an amazing task Johnathan” “thank you William.” Responded John quite proud that someone noticed his integrity, “we are so pleased we are going to give you another gift for being so virtuous, the gift of speed” “speed? Like I can run faster?” asked John inquisitively. “no John meaning you're reaction time will be increased greatly, when you are put under stress or are in danger of any kind you can choice to activate this ability and you're reaction time will decrese to milliseconds.” “so basicly I will be like spider man?” asked John still trying to wrap his mind around what had just been told to him. “yes, oh it looks like our time tougher had been cut short well John go take you revenge on those who have wronged you! We will be watching” said William before John could say anything the forest clearing started to spin around him and then there was nothing he was floating in blackness John Shut his eyes and when he reopened them he saw the lights that were hanging down from on top of his bed. When John looked around he saw his mother talking with the doctor at the foot of his bed Johns hearing had not yet returned to him for some reason his scenes were coming one at a time first came his sight naturally, now his smell the hospital room smelled of Styrofoam with could be explained seeing as how his meals were brought to him in a Styrofoam container, now his scense of touch came back he could feel the cheap throw away sheets he was lying on, along with his hospital clothing witch had become rather worn and old. Finally John heard his mother's voice “ and if he is to get in to another fight like this?” john decided it best to stay as still as possible at this moment so he could over hear as much of the conversation as possible. “he will more than likely die.” Said the doctor John felt his spirit sink as his mother gasped. Even if John was to win a fight if he was to get snuck up on and thrown to the ground he would more than likely die, “perhaps I should wait on my revenge?” John asked himself. “No even if I wait my enemies will not, I must strike first.” “it looks like Johns wakening up” said the doctor. Johns mother walked over to him and gently shook him. John opened his eyes slowly, “hey mom” said John “hi honey, well today you can come home.” “yes I know” said John sitting up and swinging his legs off his bed and placeing his feet on the cold tile floor. “I'm going to get the paper work to release him and I'm going to give you a prescription for some pain medicine and antibiotics.” Said Johns doctor. John stood up and walked over to a chair where his cloths had been laying for the past two weeks, John got dressed when through the paper work of signing out of the hospital and was driven home by his mother who along the whole ride said nothing about what the doctor had told her. After what seemed like an hour John an his mother pulled in to there drive way they were home, as soon as Johns mother turned off the car John said “it's only 8 o'clock I can still make first period.” “John, I don't think you're well enough to go to school.” Responded Johns mother, “I'm fine” said John in a cool tone “John, first I lost you're father to the war I cant stand the thought of losing you, I'll let you go to school as long as you promise me you wont get in to a fight.” “mom I promise I wont fight” responded John. Johns mother merely nodded “I'm going to go get my stuff ok?” said John camily his mother only nodded again. John got out of the car and walked toward the chain link fence and opened the gate and closed it behind him John opened the back door to his house, he was in the washroom and was greeted by his dog Huck, who was a rather large boxer and greeted people by pinning them to a wall and licking there faces. When Huck pushed John back he winced his ribs hurt when Huck made contact with him. “Hey boy” said John gritting his teeth through the pain. After a brief licking Huck got off John, and allowed him to pass. John walked up the steps from the wash room to the hall way that lead to the kitchen, as John walked through the Kitchen he could smell pies “mom must have made them for dinner tonight” John walked through the living room and toward the stair well. John walked up the stairs in a flash turned the corner at the top of the stairs and walked toward his room opened it and found it cleaned “mom must have had a lot of time to spend cleaning and cooking this last week.” John spotted his school bag on his bed garbed it and made his way back out side to the car (after another licking from Huck). John opened his mother's car door and sat down in the passenger seat. “ready?” asked Johns mother with a overtone of disapproval. “yes” said John sinicaly.

 

John could bearly sit still, his excitement was almost to much to bear, Johnwas becoming sick with thoughts of revenge and the amount of pain that he would bring to his enemies. “john honey? Are you ok? You're awful quite” Johns mother said as John was in the mist of a sick daydream of revenge. “Huh? Oh yea I'm just wondering how much homework I have to do” “oh don't worry about that honey, I'm sure you're teachers will give you all the time you need.” John turned his head to look out the window, he spoted one of Kyles Buddies, “mom stop the car! I think I'd like to walk from here” said John eagerly. Johns mother pulled the car to the curb, “honey please be carefull ok? I don't want to lose you”, “don't worry mom I'll be fine” John responded feeling a brief moment of sorrow, he wanted to tell his mother what he could do now and what he planned to do, but John knew that would only hinder his plans. After a long drawn out hug from mom John exited his car only as Kyle's hommie passed the car talking on his cell phone not reliseing that John was even there. John started walking waiting for a good opportunity to attack his enemy, they were getting closer to the school thus meaning the danger level was going up(schools now a days are more like prisons with all the security), John ran in to a bit of luck the were coming upon an abandon building, John forced him self in to his enemies mind and this ladies and gentlemen is where the story begins to get twisted.

 

Chapter three

 

This person mind, was not at all warm and inviting, it was cold and dark, full of pain and anger. “go in to that abandon building” John commanded, the thug did as he was instructed, Johns body followed, “ill call you back” said The thug in to his cell phone, as he closed it. John performed a quick sweep of the immediate area to make sure there were no bystanders to hear this (it was going to be quite loud). John shut all the windows and doors and returned control to the thug, “hello Ryan” John spoke softly “what where am I, why the fuck are you here you want another beating punk ass?” this was it the test of Johns abilities… and his cruelty.

 

“you are in limbo for now, and as for you're second question I think this will answer it better.” John felt a great adrenaline rush as he used his telekinesis to grab a hold of his victums nose and twist it until a rather large Crack could be heard, the crack witch was loud enough to rise the dead was nothing compared to the screams that exploded out of Ryan's mouth, the best way for them to be described as the whaile of a dying angel. John was enjoying him self emmensly what a power trip to be in complete control of this pice of meat this scumbag, “you fucker! What did you do?” screamed Ryan hands oozing blood between his finger cracks. “oh you don't get it yet? Well let me enlighten you!” screamed John as he sent out a telekinetic punch in to his victims ribs, effectively breaking at least two and sending Ryan flying in to a brick wall 10 feet behind him. Ryan fell to the floor obviously passed out, John entered his mind “you're not getting out of this that easily WAKE UP!” Ryan sprung awake looked up and saw John standing over him. “beg for you're life, the same way you always made me beg to stop. “please stop! In the name of god I'm sorry!” screamed Ryan, John used his telekinesis snap Ryan's jaw in half “on second thought you've voice irrates me. Go on get out of here” Ryan with tears and blood running down his face stood up and began running toward the door, “oh yes you are almost there work for you're freedom.” John whispered in to Ryan's mind, Ryan had his hand on the door ah yes sweet freedom from this hell, he would be free once again to sin or to repent the choice dear reader…..was no longer his John had enough with people like this they wouldn't repent for there sins. John used his telekinesis grabbed his victim by the neck, John turned his victim around so he could look in to his eyes John walked over nonchalantly and moved his face so close to his victim that he cloud smell the iron in his blood, “I'm sick of people like you, people who feel the need to hurt innocent helpless people where do you get off on that?! HUH?” John screamed spiting in to his victims face, “I'm sorry! I'm So Sorry please forgive me!” Screamed Ryan as Johns free telekinetic hands grabbed his arms and legs, “forgive? He-he. Ask god when you see him and well you're in that rlem, and please tell the devil to make some room I'm gonna be sending some more his way, I'm just getting started.” “Please DON'T!” were the last words Ryan ever said John folded his arms and legs in on His Torso, effectively causing every bone from the toes to the hips, the fingers to the shoulder to break and pierce the skin, after letting Ryan scream incomprehensibly for 2 or three minuets, John Twisted Ryan's Neck completely around and left it in the exorcist position.

 

John let his dead puching bag fall to the floor the exposed muscle tissue, and fat made a squish noise, on the now warm blood soaked concrete. Standing there in the middle of what would proably be the most grisly crime scene this quite little town had ever seen John began to think about fingerprints and shoe prints and genral evidence his hair was to short to worry about fiber anylsis. John used his telekinesis to lift him self 6 inches off the ground so that he would not leave anymore shoe prints, “hmm the only shoe prints would be in the dirt, and I haven't got any blood on me so if I wipe down the door handles I should be safe.” John used his telekinetic hand to smear what prints would be on the suicde bar on the insde of the building, and then on the door knob on the out side. “well no ones around to see so I guess I'll split now, don't go anywhere buddy.” John shoved the dead body out of the way and exited the building(using telekinesis to open and shut the doors of course) John looked down at his wrist watch, it read 8:10, “hmm all of this before 8:30?” I'm going to enjoy Jake a little more thoroughly.