War

Why does everyone think of me as weak? I'm....not weak......right?! It's because i don't like fighting much that i'm considered weak, but maybe i DO fight, but in a diffrend way!

I often try to find an end to my power, but it just doesn't stop! My stamina, speed, strenght, they're all.....insane! Like i'm REALLY inhuman..... But i'm not.....

Now, it's probably unimportant, but i found out my powers reach further than just the fighting. I can manipulate others! This one time Death was arguing with Pestilence again, and somehow after i told Famine a few things (and maybe twisted a few little facts) he snapped and attacked both Death and Pestilence! And it wasn't the normal wimpy "I-just-fight-so-you'll-stop" way of fighting I normally see from Famine. Like he really wanted to kill them......

After that little incident Reaper started to act suspicious near me. He'd ask things like "How long did you know this?" and "Are you aware of what you started?". Like i'm actually way too powerfull for my own good or something....

But due to that, i started to search more. Pushing myself to do things. I found out i can put people's mind to ease, but i can also make them angry. That was the beginning.......

I started to borrow books from the library, most of them were uninteresting and tough to read. But one caught my eye after three weeks. "the art of Psychological war: How to manipulate people into obeying every order.".

After reading it i realised one thing: My power wasn't only in the physical fighting and the mental strategies, but also about manipulating others. I decided that it would be time to test it......

...but obviously i chickened out. Pestilence is basically the only guy who knows a thing about healthcare, and is our doctor, surgeon and dentist all in one! Famine makes sure we have food, and Death's not an option. Reaper and Ira weren't an option either (You don't want to see them angry....really....you don't...).

Yet when this was going on, i could feel my powers growing. Nearly like it was telling me that i could even manipulate myself.

I tried it, and it worked.

Before a practice fight i made myself angry at everything and everyone. I won easily. But after that i started seeing the downside to this huge power.

I could fainlty hear a voice in the back of my head. It was distant at first, but the more i used my "Manipulation", the louder and closer it got. The voice called himself "Alfred", and claimed he was like a "defence-mechanism". He said he was there to protect me, in case i would snap and start to attack others. I never snapped before, but i figured "what the hell" and accepted it.

Biggest. mistake. ever.

Alfred began to tell me things, and occasinally i'd black out. After a while Alfred told me I'd need to sleep, because the training of that day had been tough. I listened.

I woke up a few hours later in my room, which looked the exact same as when i fell asleep. I left it and just decided to head to the livingroom. On my way there i noticed small whispers, which i had never heard before. I tried to listen to what they said, but it was impossible to hear the exact words. I guess it was something like "Dood", "Alsjeblieft stop hiermee" and "Wat heb ik je ooit aangedaan?". I didn't pay much attention to it, i couldn't understand what it meant anyways. The whispers apparently understood, becasue the last thing i heard was understnadable.

"You're going to regret this."

After that i could hear Death scream out in either fear or agony. I panicked and headed over to the place her scream had came from.

Death was in the kitchen. She was crying uncontrollably and pressing her hands firmly to her head. She whispered a few ununderstandable things. "D-Death...?" I asked. This wasn't normal, it was like Death was scared shitless!

I touched her shoulder, and Death turned around like a scared cat. "Are you oka-" I couldn't say any more, because i had to avoid a swing from Death's hammer.

Death got up at lightning speed and screamed "L-LEAVE ME ALONE!" to me. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was shaking uncontrollably. "What's going on?!" I asked in a scared tone. Her fear made me scared too. "Such a pity" I could hear Alfred say in my head, and before i could even ask what he meant, Death let out a pained cry and dropped her hammer (which nearly made a hole in the floor). Death was nearly begged when she softly begged me to leave. I didn't know why, but when i tried to get closer to her she seemed to feel even more pain. It was like her fear was killing her slowly.

I headed back to my room. Alfred had to do something with this, it was obvious. Alfred and i talked, for hours. Alfred told me openly about how boring it was in my head. No conflicts, no hate, nothing. He was my power, and he wanted to break free.

When i started to manipulate, he gained more freedom. Eventually, he gained access to my concious mind. And from there, he gained more conrtol. He could be me, and i could be him.

After a while, everyone was back to normal. Death still laughs nervously about the incident. Famine and Pestilence deny it ever happened. But i wonder...

If this is the beginning, how far can i go...?