Instead of being quiet and staying where I was, I made a run for it, slipping and sliding at first, then going full tilt, but he came after me. Since he was a grownup, he could run faster.
I had never been so terrified in my life. The man was all the boogiemen I’d ever heard of rolled into one.
He gained on me and I knew that when his hand came down on my jacket to yank me back, shortly after I would die.
“You’re wasting your time, little shit,” he yelled when he was probably only ten feet behind.
My consciousness changed - the only way I can describe it is to say I suddenly understood that I controlled my body, that I controlled whatever state I happened to be in, and suddenly the cells, molecules and atoms of my physical self dispersed to reform into whatever I chose. In this case, whatever my eyes had last noticed as I sped by: a large, rotting tree stump. He tripped over me, fell headlong and screamed as his body slid over rocks, pointy sticks and dirt. I could still feel emotion, though I was no longer in human form. In this case, it was rage and sadistic pleasure at his pain.
He pushed himself up, brushed off soil and leaves and looked around in a panicky manner. He stared at me, walked over and warily touched my surface, then let loose with a nasty kick. But I was ready for him and formed that side into rock. He bellowed in misery, dancing on his other foot, while his eyes filled with tears.
My vision, what I would now call astral sight, covered all directions at once. The monster took one last look at me and ran. I heard him crash through the woods for a short time, then nothing. I remained as a stump for a while before reforming into my natural self.
You may wonder what happened to my clothing. It would take several years before I learned to extend my transformative powers to whatever I was wearing. This first time, they fell during the transformation through my spaced out atoms to lie underneath the stump I turned into. They were filthy when I climbed back into them, nervous that someone would come along and see my white, naked skin. But no one did and I made it home safely where I claimed I had a headache and needed to lie down. There was no one in the world I could ask about what had just occurred. I knew then as I know now that even when someone claims to love me, Jeremy Sparks is alone in the world.
The predator murdered one more child before he was apprehended in the basement of an elementary school where he worked as assistant janitor. His mother turned him in.
“You’re awfully quiet,” my father said a few days after what I called in my mind, “the happening.” I mumbled an answer which he didn’t pursue.
I took to spending a lot of time alone. Though I was only eight, I guessed what they’d do with a boy who said he’d changed into a tree stump - if he kept insisting that he had, I mean. An older cousin was in the state hospital and I overheard my aunt describing how they’d used electric shocks on her brain. I pictured Frankenstein’s monster lying on that operating table. That’s what would happen to people who insisted on things other people didn’t believe in. The neighborhood kids avoided me and I did nothing to change the situation. After what I’d experienced, what on earth would I have in common with them?
Instead of being quiet and staying where I was, I made a run for it, slipping and sliding at first, then going full tilt, but he came after me. Since he was a grownup, he could run faster.
I had never been so terrified in my life. The man was all the boogiemen I’d ever heard of rolled into one.
He gained on me and I knew that when his hand came down on my jacket to yank me back, shortly after I would die.
“You’re wasting your time, little shit,” he yelled when he was probably only ten feet behind.
My consciousness changed - the only way I can describe it is to say I suddenly understood that I controlled my body, that I controlled whatever state I happened to be in, and suddenly the cells, molecules and atoms of my physical self dispersed to reform into whatever I chose. In this case, whatever my eyes had last noticed as I sped by: a large, rotting tree stump. He tripped over me, fell headlong and screamed as his body slid over rocks, pointy sticks and dirt. I could still feel emotion, though I was no longer in human form. In this case, it was rage and sadistic pleasure at his pain.
He pushed himself up, brushed off soil and leaves and looked around in a panicky manner. He stared at me, walked over and warily touched my surface, then let loose with a nasty kick. But I was ready for him and formed that side into rock. He bellowed in misery, dancing on his other foot, while his eyes filled with tears.
My vision, what I would now call astral sight, covered all directions at once. The monster took one last look at me and ran. I heard him crash through the woods for a short time, then nothing. I remained as a stump for a while before reforming into my natural self.
You may wonder what happened to my clothing. It would take several years before I learned to extend my transformative powers to whatever I was wearing. This first time, they fell during the transformation through my spaced out atoms to lie underneath the stump I turned into. They were filthy when I climbed back into them, nervous that someone would come along and see my white, naked skin. But no one did and I made it home safely where I claimed I had a headache and needed to lie down. There was no one in the world I could ask about what had just occurred. I knew then as I know now that even when someone claims to love me, Jeremy Sparks is alone in the world.
The predator murdered one more child before he was apprehended in the basement of an elementary school where he worked as assistant janitor. His mother turned him in.
“You’re awfully quiet,” my father said a few days after what I called in my mind, “the happening.” I mumbled an answer which he didn’t pursue.
I took to spending a lot of time alone. Though I was only eight, I guessed what they’d do with a boy who said he’d changed into a tree stump - if he kept insisting that he had, I mean. An older cousin was in the state hospital and I overheard my aunt describing how they’d used electric shocks on her brain. I pictured Frankenstein’s monster lying on that operating table. That’s what would happen to people who insisted on things other people didn’t believe in. The neighborhood kids avoided me and I did nothing to change the situation. After what I’d experienced, what on earth would I have in common with them?
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