Telekinesis – part 2

Telekinesis is nothing like the movies and comics show, it’s much more complex, much more versatile, much more dangerous.

Within these two months, while practicing to utilize my powers with the new analogy of the threads, I discovered that telekinesis trespasses the limits bound by inanimate or even tangible realm.

During the first three weeks, I practiced daily on honing my utilization of the threads, training my mental image and multitasking. But it wasn’t easy, not one bit.

The threads did work just like I imagined, forming a web creating tension, and I was able to move this web subconsciously, but not accurately.

I felt like a newborn, moving my limbs erratically, without a set goal.

For the first few days, I was completely unable to move the objects the way I wanted. In fact, I came so close, more than once, to injuring myself with a book or a pen.

Whatever I carried would fly around at high speeds, in different and unpredictable directions.

Luckily, no walls were harmed in the process.

Now, when I managed to take full control of telekinesis, I managed to carry an undetermined number of objects at once, basically everything I could get my hands on.

It was in the fifth week, after I could control one object at a time, that I learned to control multiple.

I could basically juggle a dozen different objects flawlessly. I would probably be accepted in a circus somewhere.

Jokes aside, this ability was extremely useful in my daily life.

I would get my clothes from my closet in the morning before heading out, or get my wallet when I forget it on the desk, or carry the trash down to the bin without risking to dirty myself, or even, and most impressively, get all the groceries at once from the car.

I was like one of those maid robots portrayed in late 90s cartoons, able to do everything at once.

But it did not stop there!

After getting comfortable with telekinesis, I tried to try something different : lifting an inorganic body, aka me.

The first step was to determine whether I would get hurt from it, as in would the threads physically penetrate me.

My test subject was my index finger. I linked threads to it like I would any object. Luckily, I didn’t feel any pain, but I couldn’t determine if I was feeling the threads or if it was only my imagination.

After this little experiment, a wide grin formed on my face, I am probably capable of flight – just like in the movies.

But the question was “how?”. Lifting myself from my feet would be as stupid and impossible as carrying a car with two fingers and I am not sure I would like to be turned into my own puppet. So what’s the move?

Pondering on it for a long time, I found the solution : an exo-skeleton.

If my telekinesis is forming a bond between the tangible and intangible, then maybe I form the tangible from the intangible, or in other words, a sort of armor made out of the threads.

Having that in mind, creating the armor was pretty simple. The threads twisted around each other, then they extended over my limbs and torso, slithering around my finger, my forearms, shoulders, and met at the center of my chest. These threads then extended from my back to my legs, all the way to my feet. The armor didn’t offer protection, but instead support for my body.

This exo-skeleton offers the ability to lift the whole weight of my body, as would any well engineered flying suit.

When it comes to innovation, eliminating the variables that come with humans as much as possible is a must, and the variable here is my lacking core strength, which is now obviously eliminated by the exo-skeleton.

On my first flight test, I managed to hover at about a meter – approximately 3 feet.

‘Yep, I am definitely ready for a real flight!’ I thought.

The next day, 6 weeks after the breakthrough, I went to the park near my house. As it was snowing, I didn’t need to worry too much about people seeing me while I was testing the ‘aether wings’ – yes, this is the name of the exo-skeleton, even though it doesn’t have wings, nor is it made of aether, it just sounds cool.

Right there in the park, amidst a sea of white, I stood still, concentrating on my breathing, slowing down my beating heart, and calming my nerves. With one swift breath, I willed the ‘aether wings’ into existence. I could feel the wings enveloping my body as the tendrils spread across my body in an instant.

Feeling relaxed and light, I hovered slightly, and created a net under me, in case I lost control and fell.

Just like the day before, I started by levitating slowly off the ground, 2 meters, 5 meters, I kept going higher, 10 meters, 30 meters. By this point, I was as high as a 10 storey building.

I was only going up, so now came the time to go forward.

I started at a very low speed, then a walking speed, then a sprinting speed, etc… you get the jist of it.

Of course, this whole experiment wasn’t done in mere minutes. In fact, it took me the whole day to find my footing and learn to actually fly. But it was damn worth the time I put in it.

From that day on, I would casually go on a couple of recreational flights around the neighborhood, where the houses were low and I wouldn’t be easily noticed.

During those aerial strolls, I developed a new ‘tool’ as I would like to call my creations. In the freezing cold of the winter, being high up and blasted with cold air is uncomfortable, so as a solution, I discovered I can stop the air itself, or more precisely, filter it.

It occurred to me one day, during one of those strolls, that I am able to move objects, matter, so what’s stopping me from moving the air itself, the molecules in the environment.

Sitting down in the air – yes, like I am sitting in a chair – I closed my eyes and extended a couple of threads from my fingers as an extension of my nerves, and felt around the empty air, trying to reach something, anything.

Due to my constant use of telekinesis, I developed my sense of touch greatly. I am now able to sense the slightest bumps on a surface, the smallest breeze coming through the cracks of a window, even the vibrations of sound, and with these heightened senses, I was able to feel the individual air molecules and differentiate them.

This new tool enables me to filter out the molecules or slow them down enough. During my strolls, I used the latter.

Heat is transmitted through matter, so limiting the matter that comes in contact with me decreases the temperature transmitted.

So instead of being hit by a strong current of air, only the most gentle breeze would reach me.

Of course I could’ve accelerated the molecules to heat them up, but I am a fan of cold air. I am not fond of heat.

Now, you’re probably asking yourselves “If you can control even microscopic and intangible molecules, what else can you do? What can’t you do?”

And to that I say, I can basically do everything. This power has literally limitless potentials.

It is now 2 months since I discovered telekinesis. I came up with that new tool, the ‘particle catcher’, a week before.

Since then, I was able to test the limits of not telekinesis, but my imagination.

I am able to create a void, complete emptiness. It was an idea I came up with randomly when I was thinking about the ‘particle catcher’.

And I was able to deconstruct and reconstruct different objects. By deconstruct and reconstruct, I mean disassembling them down to the molecular level and precisely reconstructing them.

This was possible by creating anchors where the molecules were and just displacing them then bringing them back to their anchors.

I tried it on different food items, but it surprisingly didn’t affect the taste, maybe because the molecules couldn’t interact with other molecules, a precaution I took to prevent contamination.

After that, I dove into researching all kinds of topics and concepts to help me find more uses of telekinesis.

For example, literally creating a whole new element from another.

Yes, you read right, I was able to make use of an imaginary science, alchemy.

Through research, I could determine the differences in different atoms and how they bond. The first alchemy experiment was a really exciting one, I turned carbon into gold, mere charcoal into freaking gold.

The scary thing about it, is that every organism is largely formed of carbon, so I now have the ability to turn people into solid gold, using only the carbon. Mind you, I could theoretically turn any element into another, at the cost of some loss in mass that is – you could imagine the gruesome disfigurement.

That is not a realm I am interested in studying.

I was also able to bend light by displacing photons. In other words, telekinesis, the threads can now be visible to the naked eye.

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All these processes were very complex and required an astronomical amount of research and understanding. There were days I would collapse at my desk from exhaustion and malnutrition.

But all's well that ends well, right?

On a side note, my ‘aether wings’ are now real!

Using the ability to bend light, I created purple crystalline wings that would sprout from my back along with the exo-skeleton. Although the wings don’t have any use, they look too cool! They also look intimidating, like they’re ready to hurtle at people.

I’ve now spent 5 months using telekinesis. No one knows of its existence yet, not even my family.

I’ve taken great care in concealing these powers, worried I would be targeted when I was still defenseless. Plus, I don’t like sharing much of my life with others.

But by this point, I was wondering, what am I to do with telekinesis?

Keeping them a secret is fine and all, but nothing good comes out of it other than self-satisfaction and convenience. This blessing needed to be more than that, it needed to be hope.

But how exactly? Going public with this ability will only turn me into a test subject, a slave to the world. But I want to be a master, a person revered among the masses.

I kept brooding over this dilemma for days, asking myself how and why and listing all the possible outcomes. Until I arrived at the answer.

I’ll be everything this world needs, the one thing that will end all bad and spread the good.

And I acknowledge that this goal will most certainly turn me into the most dangerous criminal.

We live in a fucked up world. Constant conflicts around the world, innocent people oppressed by the wealthy and powerful, giving up their lives for things they did not even want. Others are bound and led around by their leader like a dog bound with a leash. Some die in the midst of useless fights among clans. There are also the killers that don’t get enough media exposure, the different diseases, diseases that could be cured with enough precision, with my telekinesis.

There are many more problems in this world that simple authority and ethicality could solve, and I will strive to become this absolute authority. And how I started the journey was a simple research about nuclear warheads.

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On the fifth of July 2021, a mysterious figure, clad in an armor of translucent purple with a dozen crystalline-like objects of the same color and brilliance sprouting from its back, appeared over every major city in the world.

Tokyo, Moscow, Toronto, Hong Kong, New York, Washington, Sydney, London, Paris, Berlin, etc… all those cities witnessed the same figure of a man hovering high up in the sky, his body emanating a ridiculously bright purple light.

The mysterious man outstretched his hand over his head, palm open towards the sky. The crystalline objects grew explosively in size, forming intricate wings the size and width of a small house. And from his open palm, a sphere of pure black, a black devoid of texture, devoid of light, formed and began growing. What began as a sphere the size of a basketball ball, grew into what seemed to be a black hole able to absorb reality itself.

Everyone on the ground looked up at this ominous sight. All the pedestrians going about their days, all the people sitting comfortably in their houses watching tv, all the people busy with their work earning their daily bread, everyone had the urge to look up at this man that seemingly obscured the bright morning sky, it was what many would think of as the apocalypse.

Minutes passed with complete silence, no one dared utter a word, fearing time would flow again and death would consume them.

The man in the sky remained unmoving, only holding the giant void sphere in his palm.

It was only after 10 minutes of stillness that a sound arose, the sound of a lone woman, coming from various speakers neatly set up around the city, explaining the situation to the stunned masses.

“My name is Diana McLeroy, I am a reporter for the IBC news station situated in Washington DC USA. My voice should now be reaching everyone around the world, with the collaboration of every country’s local news station and government. You will now hear what the man in the sky has to say, a request he made yesterday to the government of the United States of America.”

Everyone’s gaze turned again toward the man hovering up above. Many hugged themselves seeking warmth to overpower the chill that has overcome them. Others reached to their loved ones beside them, seeking comfort and protection. Although everyone had a slightly different reaction, everyone resonated with a singular thought ‘I don’t want to die’.

Finally, a new voice came out. It sounded young, not yet mature. This voice carried gravity, yet sounded gentle and pitiful.

“Good morning. I am sorry I startled you all, but I had to do this to earn your attention. I would have preferred another method, but blame the big wigs in the USA. I wanted the respect of the biggest power in the world but peaceful talks didn’t amount to much if I may be honest.

Anywho, I want to assure everyone that I mean no harm. This big black thing over here is simply for show, mental warfare, quite effective if you ask me.”

The man high above clenched his fist, causing the black sphere to collapse in an instant.

A second later, a powerful gust of wind rushed from all over as the air occupied the once empty space. The sudden torrent caused the people in the streets to panic and scream.

“Very effective indeed” said the man under his breath.

“Now, to the main issue at hand. I, Adam, am on a mission, a cleansing mission. I know how it sounds but rest assured that none of you will be harmed, I am only going after the real evil doers, like this piece of shit right here.”

The man yanked at something that could not be seen and up comes another man, this one was only in his underwear however. It’s worth mentioning these underwear had a drawing of a little shark.

Everyone was stunned at this sight, but not because a man was hanging in mid air half-naked, it was because this man was actually a certain dictator of a certain country in the far east.

As the overweight man hanged pathetically in the air sobbing and crying, the man with the majestic wings continued.

“As you can see, I was able to abduct the world’s biggest fuckwad. A president of a whole damn country is right here in my clutches, in his damn underwear. He’s in this state for my own and everyone’s satisfaction, but I think we all agree he deserves to be served some justice. He will be the first but definitely not the last.

Although I would love to kill him and throw his remains to the dogs, I still believe in the power of justice and the people. I am not a hero, I do not attempt to exact justice on villains, I am but a mere young man that wants the cycle of killing to end and for evil to be punished.

And this is the reason I am doing this whole spectacle. I want the support of the world, of the governments, to execute this monster and rid his people of him.

It goes without saying that I will not hand him over until I am assured he is to be executed. And I want the execution to be run in his palace and broadcasted to the whole world including his people. And this concludes my demands for today.

I will now give you people the opportunity to ask me anything.”

But evidently, no one could talk. Everything they’ve heard, it felt like a dream, nothing felt real. The most notorious dictator in the world is right there in front of them, and the man behind this hideous sight is demanding the dictator’s death.

“—lear war.”

A lone young man uttered, breaking the deafening silence.

“What about nuclear wars?!” the young man shouted.

“How can you put us in danger? Being killed by a nuclear warhead! They won’t stay silent, they will surely try to take vengeance! We’re all dead if they do!”

That young man, no older than 15, caused an uproarious cry from the people around, everyone complaining and wording their fears.

But it was exactly this outcome that Adam wanted, the unison of the people, the common goal of everyone. Synchronizing everyone through fear was a ruthless but necessary step towards the greater good Adam seeked.

A grin overcame his face as the thunderous roar continued.

And with a flick of his fingers, an ear piercing boom resonated out from behind him, causing silence to dominate again.

“What you heard just now was a nuclear explosion at twenty percent or so volume. I just detonated a warhead that belongs to this garbage, and yet, we’re all still alive.

This is but a mere taste of the might of my powers. In fact, unbeknownst to everybody, even the world governments, what I just detonated was the last warhead in the world. So now you won’t have to fear any sudden nuclear war.

Oh, and by the way, my real body is actually the one in front of everyone in Washington, and the one in my clutches is also the real one.

I thought I needed to pay respect to the world’s ultimate force’s leader personally, even if that means exposing myself to the numerous snipers scattered all around the city aiming at my head.

On that note, I would like the team situated two kilometers to my northeast to give up aiming at me and instead aim at this pig right here, you would be doing the world a favor. Of course you could still shoot at me, but it would be pretty useless. Try it if you want. And don’t worry about my retribution, I don’t hold grudges.”

It was at this moment that a ruthless barrage of bullets was fired at him, aiming to take his life.

But alas, the bullets could only reach up to two meters away from his face before abruptly stopping in mid air and harmlessly falling down to the ground in slow motion, as if they were carefully carried down on a cushion of silk.

Another barrage started shortly after, this time it was a barrage of rockets, they weren’t holding back anymore.

It goes without saying that these rockets didn’t have any effect and instead were ominously sucked into a smaller black void.

“Gentlemen, like I said, I mean no one any harm, and I would appreciate this sentiment to be reciprocated. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will let your leaders think things through once again and understand that they, themselves, could be the subjects of my wrath and I could come any day demanding justice.”

And with those heart rending words, Adam, the man later known among the public as the ‘wrathful justice’, departed to an unknown place, while his copies around the world seemingly blinked out of existence.

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Every time I remember that day, I get goosebumps all over my body. Who would’ve thought I could be this intimidating? Nice going, me!

And you might be wondering how I managed to do all that. Well, it’s quite simple, so I am not gonna bother explaining it now.

As for what happened after that day, well, the least I can say is that it’s very interesting and a hundredfold better than what I anticipated.

I know not whether it was because of my good will or they just didn’t want to pick a bone with me – probably the latter – but the big wigs around the world agreed to my request and as promised, the pathetic dictator, along with his executives, was executed publicly and it was broadcasted to everyone in the country. Only the aftermath was recorded for the remainder of the world.

The execution didn’t produce the results I’d hoped for at first, as everyone was still petrified, afraid of some retribution, probably a supposed divine retribution. But it didn’t take long for the people to realize they’re finally free.

If the country were in a better financial condition, festivities would’ve been organized everywhere, but they didn’t have that luxury and had to start making changes in the system.

As for everything else, I collaborated with the local forces of multiple countries to pursue and eradicate drug cartels. As it turned out, those cartels are straight barbarians with a fuck ton of weapons, ready to take on armies.

Luckily, weapons are pretty useless against me. All I had to do was disintegrate their precious weapons and let the cops take care of the rest. Drugs still plague the streets but murder cases have dropped dramatically.

Needless to say, my life from that point on wasn’t all about murdering and crime fighting. As a matter of fact, I’ve contributed greatly in the field of medicine.

I would help in research by analyzing and describing the overall structure and bonds that form in cancerous cells and viruses. Thanks to that, advancements in the cure of cancer have been made, theoretically at least. I may have the knowledge of what’s happening, but I am not an engineer, and me curing patients isn’t a sustainable solution. The solution for the cure is set back by the technology of our time.

Other than in medical and biochemical research and cartel warding, my life was fairly normal.

Guards were assigned to protect my family when I was absent fearing my haters would target them, not like I would even leave them without my own protection.

Now, two years since my first public appearance, I still get different reactions from people when I go by them.

Some revere me and thank me at every given chance, either for saving them or a relative of theirs from drugs and criminals, or for setting a definite peace in the world. Others feel fear and stray away from my path as if I am some monster, this is only expected. Some, and this is my favorite reaction, just say hi and go along their way or have a conversation with me like we’re friends. Nothing feels better than being treated as a normal human being.

I would like to repeat this : I am not a hero, nor am I some divine creation, I am but a mere man, blessed with an awesome power, wanting the best for this world, as long as it’s sustainable.

Peace will not prevail forever, it never has or will. But I have the ability to stop the killing as long as I live and that’s what I will keep on doing.