I don't know what this thing does, but it seems to give me power of some sort. From what I saw, things accelerated from actions like throwing items, and well... through my fist. My punch felt faster, stronger than usual against this creature. I would never be able to send something stumbling back like that typically. I even felt my knuckles dig deep into the stomach of that thing.
This... It's my lifeline, it's my way out of here. I just have to figure out how it works.
That rotational energy earlier, maybe...?
I placed my hand on a table, sliding my palm across it, attempting to apply one of those arrows I saw earlier, which caused it to shift in the way of the zombies shambling my way, causing them to fumble over the table, providing me a choke point.
They don't know how to reorganize themselves and can barely walk straight.
One slumped across the table, crawling onto it in a desperate attempt to grab at me. I brought one leg up into the air just as their neck aligned with the edge of the table and brought it down, decapitating the creature. It startled me at first what I was capable of, but I can freak out about it later.
If I can control my momentum, or the momentum of an object, there isn't anything necessarily stopping me from stopping my fall, maybe? From what I can tell, the arrows start faltering when an object goes over a certain weight class.
I was able to weaponize one of the chairs from earlier, so maybe that could help me get an idea of this ability's limitations?
That chair was probably around 7-10 lbs, and I was able to propel that, but I struggled with the table. What happens if I place multiple arrows down?
I circle the room slightly, kiting the zombies as best I can before reaching another table. I placed one arrow down, causing the table to shift slightly. I placed down two more, and one side of the table slammed into the stomachs of these zombies, clambering over each other.
On the third table, I placed all four at once, causing the table to flip on top of the creatures. It didn't seem to do all that much damage to them, but I confirmed my theory. Now, could I slow an object down?
I waited for one of the undead to approach, and it began to swipe at me.
I needed to find the right time to place an arrow down; it had to be mid-momentum, and I'd imagine I'd have to make contact with one of this creature's hands as well.
First swing, miss, second swing, miss.
On the Third Swing, I found the right place, placing a backward arrow onto the creature's hand, causing it to hit itself in the face. I slammed my foot into their chest, sending them spiraling back to the rest of the group.
I grabbed one of the chairs in the classroom, throwing it into the window at the back, smashing it open. I jump onto the counter, directly connected to the window, looking down at the steep drop outside.
I needed to steel myself, taking deep breaths as my enemies bounded toward me with a newfound fervor.
I grasped the window seal, sharp, broken glass be damned, placing all for arrows onto my body and jumping out of the window. At first, I'd begin plummeting down into the Earth below, my gut jumping to my heart as I feared the worst, but then... I felt a pull, like I was being pulled upward for a moment before having a less-than-graceful landing down onto the concrete below.
I felt the arrows lifting me slightly, opting to take them off.
I looked down at the arrows in my hand, realising that, if I was able to propel things forward, and slow things down, even myself, I should be able to go significantly faster when used in the right way.
I placed two on my palm, another two down at my feet. Without my hands down at the ground, I began gliding forward at a steady pace, but then I lowered myself, lower and lower until my hands touched the ground, which shot me forward in the direction I was pointing myself in. The problem was, I barely knew how to control it, leading to me heading head-first into a wall.
It was nothing, I've felt worse, I just needed to get the hell out of there.
The next day, I woke up unable to move, sore from head to toe. I'm just glad that I wasn't hit by any of those things.
While I was recovering, I looked into this thing more, and I decided to call it Lateralus.
It took the form of some sort of armored rabbit, or hare, maybe? I've never seen anything like it. It sported an orangish, brownish color palette, the rabbit itself looking almost like some sort of fleshy membrane that made up the main body of the animal. I had time to confirm a few of my theories. Each arrow has a limit of 10 lbs; the limit seemed to be multiplied by each arrow added onto an object, to a maximum of four arrows. Earlier as well, I habitually added rotational energy into the force of my attack, enhancing it seems. Adding an arrow to my hand already enhanced it quite a bit, but out of habit, I pushed it to even further heights, I believe.
I'm able to use the arrows to bring items toward me as well, it seems, since I can throw them, the arrows themselves not setting a direction until I will it to be a certain way. Convenient. I'm pretty sure if I set a section with the arrow on the ground, or maybe another object, I could probably set something to go in that direction even when it isn't connected to the object I placed the arrow on, but that's more of a theory and I'm not sure h-- I take that back, I do!
I placed a box on the ground, then I placed an arrow facing the opposite direction, Theoretically, the object should begin following the arrow's direction as I had described. When it came to an object like, let's say a sign, anything that isn't necessarily a static object, rather than sliding an object in the desired direction that appeared to be around or near the arrow, it'd instead only apply the directional movement on the sign in question, but, if I place it on a mostly static object like the ground underneath my feet, as described, the box I had placed down will begin sliding in that movement but will end it's movement after a few meters, around 2-3 meters.
I attempted to place it on a wall, but, due to how houses are made, a chunk of my wall flew off. If I tried it on a stone wall, the previously established logic would most definitely apply, but on something like, I dunno, the thin walls of a house, it more just takes chunks off of it instead, since it's a layer of it technically doesn't weigh anything.
I don't know what the hell this is, but... this is all incredibly fascinating.
The Supernatural Exists, I have this bizarre ability now...
i... I don't want to get overzealous, but I couldn't help but think that... with this, I could change. Back in Middle School, I got screwed over by a lot of people, the stigma placed onto me then sticking with me until now and, honestly, I lost my drive.
I used to be such an optimistic kid. Very justice-oriented. I wanted to be like my dad or mom. Our family is disconnected from the Main Family of Driskolls, and we come from a sort of offshoot line of this old family that used to be around called the Caccias, I believe.
My dad, Seth, became a Police Officer in his early 20s, and my mother, Marie Ann, became a Lawyer at 25. They were strict, prioritized the true story, and provided justice to those wronged in any given situation, stubborn, and strong-willed. Those are the ways I'd describe those two.
Due to this mentality, they were strict on us as well, my sister and I, along with my older brother Lennon. They trained us, taught us how to defend ourselves.
They held us to such a high standard.
My father was ethnically Irish-Italian, whilst our mother is Brazilian. Dad's genes were strong, though, so we all generally came out pretty light-skinned, especially me. My sister and Lennon came out with a bit more color to their skin than I did, more than that though... other than y'know, not sharing as much of our mom's genes as everyone else did, I came out strange. That's a story for another day, though.
I inherited their sense of justice at a young age, but I left myself with an open mind for many people, giving those who probably didn't deserve it the benefit of the doubt. I felt that Justice didn't just end with taking down the bad guy and calling it a day; it also provided them with an opportunity to change.
Fought a lot during those times, but my grades were significantly better then than they are now. After my little... incident at the end of my Middle School year, I sort of just lost all hope. I didn't want to keep persisting like my parents did.
I think that, because of this, the attitude my family showed me changed significantly, becoming harsher... those looks of disappointment... God.
But now... I have something that makes me stand out. It helps as well that... in this town, there aren't just people who cause petty drama to ruin people's lives, no, it's... It's more than that, there's an actual killer out there. That thing referred to itself as a corpse and said something about a "Bane". "Alakazam"? Maybe that's what it was called?
It said that it had a master, and it appeared that they were at the school during the time of the incident.
With this power... I could go out there and bring them to Justice. To avenge those people who died and were puppeted by this unknown mastermind.
I dunno... probably none of my business, but I live in this town. This place is my Childhood Home, I can't let some dipshit serial killer ruining everything, making everyone live in fear of what could be living in the shadows.
I can't let this blessing go to waste.
"Are you Gael? Gael Driskoll?" I was shocked when I was asked this question, especially by someone so infamous within our school.
The Student Council President, Naomi Rascean.