So many things were going through my head as I ran away from that scene. How did I actually beat that guy, what was that power I felt, and most of all what was that guy. He reminded me of someone straight out of a horror movie. One thing I couldn't stop think about was his blades. Could this guy have been my dad's killer? I couldn't even sleep that night because I would just see his face in my dreams and jump up in terror. The fact that he still looked partially human is what really turned my stomach. It looked as if he had been taken over by this monster against his own will. Those few days after the incident I refused to go to school let alone leave the house. I was scared for my life that this guy would want revenge. I don't even know how I was able to summon that shield or blast him back with my fist. All of it was a huge mystery to me. I searched and searched online to find nothing but fantasy stories and TV shows. But then after all my questioning and searching something came up. I was in the kitchen one day trying to get something to eat. My mother was in the front room watching the news when I overheard the reporter announce that a young man had been brutally murdered by what had looked like blade lacerations across his chest. I knew it had to be the same guy I had a run in with. He murdered that woman and if it hadn't of been for that weird power I used I'd be dead too. I knew I couldn't just hide in my room forever so I decided I'd try to use that power again. I don't know how I did it to begin with but I needed to defend myself. I would sit in my room for hours on end throwing my hand up in hopes that the wall of light would appear before my eyes. Nothing. I didn't know what to do anymore but give up on it and just hope that when I needed to I could summon that shield again. I finally decided to go back to school and I kept a close eye on the news. More mysterious murders were happening as the next few weeks went on. Was he looking for me or is he taunting me? No matter what I always had my guard up. I stopped staying after school and always rode the bus home in hopes he wouldn't attack me in a large crowd. It had been a few weeks since the attack and still all I could wonder is what was that guy, what am I gonna do if I see him again, and most importantly did he kill my father?