The Incredible Story Of Jake Parkinson

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You only realise how close to death you are when a man holds a gun to your head. That’s when you realize that you have wasted your life, and everything you meant to say, to the people you loved, is all that matters, and while I stood, with my hands up a police officer pointing a pistol at my head. I realised that everything was over. All the fighting wasn’t worth it, this city would crumble in the end and I would be buried beneath it. But a part of me knew that one day, this would happen, I would make one small mistake and that would be the end of me. I turned around slowly, and he fired.

My life flashed in front of my eyes. I saw everything. And I suddenly stopped. I was a baby, sitting in the back seat of a car. A woman was sitting in the passenger seat and a man was driving. ‘Jake, you’re awake,’ my mother, said from the passenger seat. I looked around, we were driving on a thin road, with a steep slope to one side and a mountain at the other. And then I saw the helicopter swoop in above the slope. It was parallel to the road we were driving on. My parents in the front seat looked afraid. ‘No…’ whispered my father. And that was when a rocket flew out of the helicopter and hit the car. Then another and another after. All that was left of the car were a few scraps. After four more missiles the helicopter flew away. I sat in the middle of the rubble which used to be my parents and their car. But I was alive. I saw a few more years pass and I stopped again. I was a little child. Walking down an alleyway. I heard some scuffling, I looked to the right and saw a man shoot another man between the eyes. He heard me step back, onto a garbage bag. He looked at me. A 10 year old child. Staring in shock, as he pointed his gun at me. And he shot me. I ripped into a million pieces of shadow, and reintegrated. The man who shot me was floating in front of me, held by the same shadows I just exploded into. Back to the present, or maybe it was the future, it was getting confusing now. I looked down at myself, I was a monster, and I had claws instead of hands and feet. The rest of my body was engulfed in black flames, it burnt away my skin, yet it felt amazing, I touched my face and felt that my mask was still on, it had a hole in the centre of the forehead. The second I touched it, it regrew, not the metal it was made off but something harder, stronger than anything I had ever touched. And then my entire mask was, covered in the substance, I pulled at it, but it wouldn’t move, it was stuck to me, no it was part of me, and the beast I had become. I looked around at my surroundings, I was standing in the middle of a football stadium, surrounded by S.W.A.T officers, all their guns pointed at me. I looked around and roared, it was something animalistic, from inside me, something that couldn’t be contained, all but one of the men standing around me, exploded in black flames. When I laughed, my voice was deep and unfamiliar. I could feel their souls pouring into me, making me stronger, and adding to my powers. ‘This is just the beginning, tell your people to watch out’ I said, to the last man, who was shaking in fear. I later recognised him as the one who shot me. ‘And if I see you ever again, I will kill you’. He nodded, afraid. I looked up and without thinking, flew upwards, with flames propelling me in whichever direction I wished. I flew away, I flew away from where I lost myself.

I woke up back at my apartment, which I inherited after my uncle died. It wasn’t much, but I kept it clean and used it as a cover for my plans. I got out of bed, and looked down, no claws, no shadows, and no monster. It was a dream, I concluded. I got out of bed and walked to the sofa and turned the television on. A few movies, a Kanye West song, and news. A Breaking news headline screamed out at me. “Supernatural being attacks police officers at abandoned Football Stadium’ with a clip of a shadow covered beast flying through a helicopter. I stared at the screen blankly, until I realised that beast was me. The video on the TV zoomed into my face, to see my mask. I pawed at my face, just to feel the same mask on my face. I tried to pull it off but it wouldn’t come. The reporter was talking about how the death of the police commander might have had something to do with the same person who was spotted at the stadium. They spotted me by the window after he died. I knew I was stupid and I had made a huge mistake, but I would worry about that later. I had super powers, and I was going to take advantage of them. I heard a sound, and I looked to the balcony. I only saw him for a second, but that was enough to register who was staring at me. It was my Uncle, he had the same ugly sneer on his face as always. But I blinked, and he disappeared. I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me, because my uncle was dead, I myself had taken care of that, and if he’s still alive somehow, I’ll take care of that again.