The Search for Freedom

I had power from the old man, and I was expecting that nobody could kill me, that I could live forever in this world; I wasn't wrong in my expectations. I didn't feel any pain coming from my body anymore. Not because I was already dead, but because of magic. Magic that helped me and gave me another chance to breathe.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

My world resumed from turning around, and the fight wasn't finished yet. I pushed myself against the road with my strong arms and slowly stood up. I slightly craned my neck and faced the trouble. I jumped, and with all my force, kicked the snatcher's nape, then he tumbled down.

What was I thinking when I couldn't control myself once more? The curse might have been aroused. The man wanted to stand up after being knocked down, but he could not raise himself. He crawled on the rough road. My feet cautiously followed him until they kicked the merciless man who could not even show mercy to himself. He ricocheted against the wall and totally met his smiling death. His head cracked, and blood diffused onto the wall.

He was already dead, but I still could not control myself. It walked towards the other man, who was out of consciousness, while the woman was watching me, observing what I was going to do. She sometimes yelled something I could not understand.

Perhaps she was cheering for me without knowing that she would be the next. I sat on the bench like she was watching a horror movie, and I was the actor who played the role of a killer boy. I wanted to tell her to escape, for my body might hurt her too, but I could not say anything, and I could not even open my lips.

I reached the man who came back to consciousness. He suddenly stood up and took the big stick that the woman used to stroke him a while ago. He continuously stroked me with that, but I could not feel the pain because I myself did not tell him what I should feel.

My whole body became more stiffened every time he struck me. His sweat was raining down the road while my body was letting him strike itself. I knew that when I could control myself again, I would probably feel the pain it caused and there would be a lot of bruises.

After a few minutes, the man stopped striking me and kneeled down in exhaustion. My feet were so merciless that they kicked him. He rebounded towards the bench where the woman was sitting. My feet brought me to the spot where he landed. He wasn't moving anymore, but my feet wanted to play soccer. They would not stop kicking him.

Until they felt tired and turned back to the bench where the woman was. I knew what it was planning to do, but I could do nothing to stop it. It continued to the spot where the woman was.

In my brain I screamed, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't hurt her, she's not doing anything wrong to us." Don't hurt her! Otherwise, you will lose control of my body and I will kill myself!"

It stopped in front of the woman, and I did not expect that it would do something incredulous or ridiculous, something disrespectful that only a rude man could do. I could see the complaint on her face about what the curse was doing. After that, she forcefully pushed me and ran away.

I felt like something had gone. I had lost the excitement about doing the thing again. I had my first kiss with a woman I didn't even know. Ever since my world began, there had been nobody who kissed my lips, my cheeks, or my forehead, but that day, I had my first kiss with a woman who was older than me. I knew I wasn't the one who kissed her. It was the power of the old man that was making a fool of me, because after our lips touched each other, I came back to myself. I should forget about everything that happened that day. Nothing would happen if I thought about them. I needed to devise a strategy to avoid punishment for the heinous crime I'd committed and return to my home.

Maybe I could ask those people to know where I was. I knew which country I was in; all I needed to do was to return to my home. Teacher Jayne told me that there were many cherry blossoms in Japan, but I wasn't sure if I was really there. There were no more people in that place, but structures and tall buildings. My inference had the possibility that it wasn't correct, because I also knew that Tokyo was the most populous city in the world.

My parents would surely scold me again if they knew where I came from and that I had suddenly disappeared. But what if I couldn't find my way back home? What would happen to me? I didn't want to be a beggar. I tried to make myself believe that there was still hope.

While walking on the road, I saw a group of people ahead, wearing similar clothes, until I realized they were cops, and there was a police station too. It entered my brain that I didn't want to be imprisoned, but I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go back because the dead men were there, and in not long, there would be someone to discover them.

My problems with the crime were eventually solved when the bluish cloud jumped out of my mouth, and it formed a hole with a strong force inside that pulled and brought me back home.

Everything has come back to normal. I emerged from the small hut in front of our house, sitting on the wooden stool beside the table, and the bowl of sweet-potato-chips was still there on my front. Cyril had approached me, then she licked my face; perhaps she smelled sweat and blood on my body, which caused her to stop what she was always doing.

"You bitches can easily recognize the smell of blood," I remarked.

Cyril ran towards her kennel, which I made yesterday. Maybe she was hungry. I should get inside the house and pretend that nothing had happened, so that I could take a bath, feed Cyril, do my homework, eat my dinner, and sleep early because my whole body was sore.