9 Tainted Hands
When he came out, he saw his mother standing there like a rooted tree. An expression of joy seemed to enlist in her face.
In his field of sight, he had also saw his younger brother laying his body on a red sofa, plastered in sheer joy.
"What happened?" As he spoke of it, his thoughts swirled unearthly.
The scene earlier at the city inferred back at him: dead or alive people in a total shock. Few facts of causes imploded in countless ideas, developing in a sequitur.
His legs subconsciously started to act as he carried himself to the mirror, engaging in a fastest limit, just enough of not affecting the surroundings by the impact of force.
A scream of wind spurred out in all directions as he stopped in front of the big lengthy frame of the mirror.
The instance he caught his image, the stature and figure felt extremely natural to him. As a result, it didnt blow his mind off.
Scrutinizing himself in a flash, every aspects of him were perfect.
His supernatural vision depicted out the microscopic things on his body, also projecting out all the insides. Internal or external, nothing fitted of a flaw.
The quality of his body was unduly abundant and immaculate. His featuring appearance were unequivocal and inordinate in no equate. The tonic and color of his skin were extremely opulent, befitting of no comparison. Dislimning any living snow beauties in a dull and lustreless shine, it only serve the credibility of the recent situations.
The term "perfect" seemed to have inscribed his otherworldly self, achieving the apex of existence.
Extreme beauty and aroma were deadly. His voice was no exception.
'I, myself, is a plague.' As he thought of that, he pokily turned his head around, looking at his family that seemed to be soulless.
He dilatory walked to his mother as he laggardly embraced her. His eyes came wet as he ravished in his thoughts.
After, he came to his younger brother and kissed him on his temple.
"So close but so far" He spoke in a whisper.
Then he walked out through their main door. Casting a long glance to his house, he willed his mind twice in a blink as he vanished in the place.
"Huh?! Jad, sit still. I'll come back." Yuehan's mother spoke commandingly to his child. She looked at Yuehan's room involuntarily as she tried to shout out, "Yue-!"
She closed her mouth immediately, baffled.
'Yue... Why it sounds familiar'
Giving the room a puzzled look, she put away the thought as she continued to finish the house chores, only need to streamline the kitchen's mess. She could then pack up her envelope and a bag, and went to her work with his child.
Bothering nothing, Yuehan's younger brother emplaced himself in the comfortable sofa, watching his mother's every move lethargically.
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In a province where Yuehan's homeplace originally was...
A fully grown man, whose gender was incertitude if suspected, came in front of a prosaic gate with protective walls squaring their home inside of it.
It was Yuehan with his perfect form, casted the shell of his young past self.
'I was reborn.' Speaking to his thoughts, he looked at his home with nostalgia seething in his emotions. 'With a new skin'
He flew up the gate in a reflexive motion and entering it without attention, using levitation as psychic abilities came naturally at him. As he floated down and touched the ground, he slowly walked on a cemented archway.
(Author: Levitation: The ability to float or fly by mystical means.)
The house windows shimmered from the light that reflected to its glass. The walls it connected were painted in a dull color. Feeling the scabrous bottom in his feet, it reminded him of his childhood when he wounded his feeble leg.
As he stopped in an old main door, he looked at the bottom where a mat written in an apparent design of "Welcome".
Stepping on it, he opened the door and a sharp tingling sound echoed out. Loud and clear, it didnt manage to attract his grandparents' senses.
White tiles spread out in the floorings, interconnected into the living room until the gentle bedroom. Miscellaneous things scattered in order, rousing his sentimental yearnings. Everything was placed the same as the past, where he would come here every vacation to repose in leisure.
Looking through another opened door, he saw his enervated grandfather sitting on an unimaginative chair as he watched an obsolete movie from a rectangular TV near the unsophisticated kitchen. His energy field seemed to be impoverished, as it lacked the richness of vigor from his youth.
His two peppy grandmothers, which their auras in lambent glowing, were busy as usual in cooking a palatable food every early morning.
The aroma that rolled in the air slid across his face like a person's caress, which it eventually dispersed. The intoxicating smell would always rumble his hungry stomach. However for the current him, the wafting fragrance didnt manage to allure.
He gazed affectionately at her grandmas for a long time as which he walked in a sluggish motion, until he stood beside his grandpa.
Looking at the scenes played out by an old-fashioned movie that was repeated countless times since he could remember, it finally attracted him.
Even he was truly present in there, somehow they could not spot him.
Naturally proficient in casting an illusion, he could be just who he genuinely was: the complaining youth. He could be the real Yuehan and conduct himself to his mother and his brother. There's no need to hide.
However...
"Pa, I'm not filial." He spoke low intending for his grandfather, as he gave a long glance to his home around. But he didnt let his voice pass to their ears or transmit his thoughts.
After stuffing his satisfaction of absorbing the looks of his beauteous home, there was a ghost beside his grandpa which was also watching the movie. He gave it a last lengthy look. Its a late middle-aged person whose features were identical to his father and a resemblance to the past him. Having no memories of bond to the person, he just teleported himself and vanished out from the longing place.
He then came above the raging seas as he instinctively levitating in the skies.
Under the wrath of the storm, the great waves abided as they tried to swallow whole the ship where his father worked at.
It held a cargo and it needed to be transported as seafarers' contract specified. The vexatious occupation was constantly facing the harsh ocean.
From his eyes' projection, his father was inside the ship in an experienced manner, steady and calm. His robust figure would always affright him since he was a kid, afraid he would lash at his prevailing errors.
Right now, his father's placid eyes seemed to also reflect his feelings. What he had experienced affected something within, raising the usual him into a new different one.
"Mature or not I am." Landing his gaze down below on his father, his thoughts rewinded to the things he did.
Averted his look towards his palm, he gripped his hand severely. He then slowly unleashed it as his palm opened in bare.
Placing the same thoughts and feelings during the act in the classroom, his forhead glowed lively.
After, a biohazard box, modern remote, and tech mask appeared in his vicinity, falling down.
'Splash' A muffled sound was heard as those dropped in the seas.
As the unbearable agony of his mother and brother flashed back at him, an immaculate tear dropped helplessly from his eye. He looked languidly as the storm atop.
'Still a sinner' He thought in remorse as he closed his eyes.
'Bang' A thunder crackled, joining on his emotional parade.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes, taking one look to the ship below, seemingly to be toppled down by the hellacious waves.
Telekinesis came upon him naturally. A hidden force blossomed out from his diminutive being as it locked down the surroundings in immediate still, shoving away the factors that caused the wrath of nature.
As he remained in the air when the pellucid skies above drove down blazing light which were not blocked by the dispersed clouds, he could hear the shock in the people's thoughts below in the ship. But he was unperturbed, concerning nothing but wallowing into the greatest setback in his life.
A shooting star passed by in the clear above. The atmosphere seemed to compress and became denser.
'Teleport' Willing it, he disappeared.
He appeared into the mouth of a cave and he then sat on a boulder in the edge, smudged by dust. Few grasses spanned its below and a small moss smothering it.
He took the time alone to serve as a refuge of quietude and serenity, calming down his chaotic emotions. Instantly, he regained his cool.
He instinctiually used remote viewing. Portrayed in his mind the wondrous sights found in this world, his heart didn't manage to sway. In a listless action, he just rooted himself in a hush.
(Author: Remote Viewing: The ability to see a distant or unseen target using extrasensory perception.)
(Author: Magic Keyword/s: For remote viewing, the verb used will be "portray". For his normal vision if he want to pry the internal contents of anything, the verb used will be "project")
Without a concern on time, the light of the morning became the more ablaze.
His solitude was eventually broken as the particular place he deeply noted had a considerable change. There were screams, shouts and pleads running chaotically in their thoughts, aggrieved despair surging within them. Taking a clarification, his mind portrayed the area, showing in his vision.
He saw his school, filled in an unusual smoke.
