Chapter One; The Pulse of the Earth
Soft voices floated under and around him. He was drifting, back into the deep blue infinite.
"What's it feel like?"
He knew this voice and attached a face to it. A soft, feminine face, freckles across the cheeks. Closer, it came together. Long red hair. Green eyes with a great intelligence to them. Without opening his eyes he pictured her. She would be standing with her feet slightly crossed, her hair in a pony tail, a glass of iced-tea in one hand and a bottle of vodka with a melted popsicle to bribe him with in the other. He grinned. His third eye was getting clearer, sharper.
Feeling like a creator, he opened one garnet eye to her. He was right. He felt like an artisan now, alone in the universe with his craft. Unmarred power flowed to and through him and he was drifting again. He was being apathetic to her again and he knew it. She cleared her throat and his concentration immediately broke.
"It feels like floating sometimes and being the wind and fire other times, now go'way."
"I was just curious, asshole."
Deeper into concentration. Wind. No more drifting, he was now the driving force. Flowing through grasslands, sand dunes, great cities.
Drift. He felt the cradle of all life somewhere deep inside him, the origin of everything his Earth knew. Drive. He was assaulting and observing. Drift. His heartbeat slowed to the pulse of every living creature in the world, all at that one moment sharing the same thought, the same pulse, the same force of life. The world was united as always in the path of survival and the universe slowed to watch. His eyes popped open and it stopped in a quick, conjoined heartbeat.
Michelle was staring at him wide-eyed. She put down the drinks and regarded him carefully. The breath was knocked out of him but he didn't try to calm his body. The adrenaline felt good, and he never was good at sitting still.
Finally the girl seemed to find her voice. "Was that you?"
He gulped down a large amount of air and nodded. He hoped he hadn't caused a rift, although an adventure always was nice. A debt to the powers-be he would always pay, but didn't feel entitled to all the same.
He smirked, still slightly panting. "How's it feel?"
The red-head glowered for a moment, then took a sip of tea. "This whole 'let's give Kai freaky-ass powers' thing is wierding me out."
He shrugged and took a swig of his vodka/icee-pop. The alcohol coursed through his veins, giving him a feeling of a wandering home. Feeling much more hospitable to her now than earlier, he ran his long fingers through wild black hair. It was shorter now, and although he instinctively hated the feeling of an exposed neck, it was nice to have it out of the way. Not to mention being free of Michelle's merciless braiding and plaiting... Kai shuddered and turned his head to get his hair out of his eyes.
Michelle was staring at him again.
Kai sighed and yawned, feeling exhausted but not wanting to sleep.
"The whole world felt that. Everything was together."
She nodded. "I was wierd. I..felt..like..nothing. Or everything, I was nothing by myself but part of something really really big, I guess. It wasn't a bad thing.. just wierd."
"It won't ever happen again. I think I needed to be connected then disconnected to see."
"What'd it feel like."
Kai shook his head, trying to find the right words through a sudden urge to vomit. "I heard everything. Every thought, heartbeat, everything. Everything that any living thing heard, felt, said, whatever."
"What's it feel like now?"
"Like my insides are eatin each other."
Michelle nodded a little, then gave him another odd look as he hurriedly left the room.
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it gets more comprehensive later on, i promise. my first serious attempt at something other than poetry or song writing. it's more of a script for a comic book, or graphic novel. tell me what you think, should i go on? thanks much.
