08-23-2014, 08:52 AM
His heart sank when Pyotr shied away. Not in disappointment, but in understanding. He reached out and pat Pyotr on the arm. Shame colored his admission, but his gaze was soft as lamb's wool. "Pyotr, I spent four years convinced I was possessed by a demon. I'd sit still as a puddle and stare at the wall just to flood myself in those powers, but too afraid to wield it in any meaningful way. With it, I knew I could level buildings and flood the streets with fire. I was so afraid of what that meant. That if I started to work with it, I wouldn't be able to stop until I'd committed unforgivable atrocities."
He swallowed painfully, but for Pyotr's sake, continued the story. "Like hurting someone. Even if it was only on accident. When I paused, I'd realize an entire night had gone by and I'd barely moved. I was convinced I was possessed, and the worst part was, I didn't want to be cleansed of the demon that took my soul for its home."
He glanced across the table, ashamed to meet Alex eye to eye. She was a psychologist, but Jensen did not know if she believed in the forces of hell, or if she thought he was demented for such an assumption. He licked his lips nervous to carry on the conversation with her specifically, but what she proposed was not something he could ignore. Its entirely possible that while Jensen's gift could restore the wounded and injured to full and glorious health, then another man might chose to submit himself to the destruction that once tempted Jensen. Worse yet, it was possible that the forces of hell might bestow their own gifts to the wicked of mankind. The very idea made Jensen shudder.
"Alex, I've met three others like myself, but they are good men. If the man you describe is like us and also gifted with powers, he has to be stopped. You don't understand what this can do. Its horrible to say, but..."
he looked around hastily and lowered his voice to barely a whisper. "...but, if I wanted to, I think I could kill everyone in here in minutes."
"Do you know where he is now? If you go after him, I can help you capture him."
He swallowed painfully, but for Pyotr's sake, continued the story. "Like hurting someone. Even if it was only on accident. When I paused, I'd realize an entire night had gone by and I'd barely moved. I was convinced I was possessed, and the worst part was, I didn't want to be cleansed of the demon that took my soul for its home."
He glanced across the table, ashamed to meet Alex eye to eye. She was a psychologist, but Jensen did not know if she believed in the forces of hell, or if she thought he was demented for such an assumption. He licked his lips nervous to carry on the conversation with her specifically, but what she proposed was not something he could ignore. Its entirely possible that while Jensen's gift could restore the wounded and injured to full and glorious health, then another man might chose to submit himself to the destruction that once tempted Jensen. Worse yet, it was possible that the forces of hell might bestow their own gifts to the wicked of mankind. The very idea made Jensen shudder.
"Alex, I've met three others like myself, but they are good men. If the man you describe is like us and also gifted with powers, he has to be stopped. You don't understand what this can do. Its horrible to say, but..."
he looked around hastily and lowered his voice to barely a whisper. "...but, if I wanted to, I think I could kill everyone in here in minutes."
"Do you know where he is now? If you go after him, I can help you capture him."