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~March 2009~

Utter joy. For the first time in so long I couldn't even begin to guess the time frame.

The terrified looks on their faces as they tried to process what they had just witnessed. The smell of blood, sweat and urine permeating the room while the sound of breathless horror echoed from their quivering lips. I could feel the vibration of their bodies quaking in the very air. Their eyes were locked to their former squad leader whose steel helmet was now the size of an aluminum soda can, crumpled around the bleeding stump of a neck. The lifeless body suspended in the air like a museum exhibit.

I almost laughed aloud at the futility of her attempt to detain me and the way I toyed with her. At first I pretended to comply, even allowing her to handcuff me but that had been enough fooling around. They should have had orders to shoot on sight but maybe she thought it would be a good idea to be a big shot and bring me back alive. Ha!

One soldier regained his composure and raised his automatic rifle to fire on me. Fat chance! I twisted the metal like an upset child breaks their toys. His rifle screamed in protest and so did he, metal wrapping around and breaking his arms above the wrist. Not quickly, mind you, I wanted to enjoy the torment. The way I dragged out the shattering of his forearms, one arm first and then the other, made the cracks and screams a well conducted orchestra of suffering. They were practically amputated when I finally stopped.

While they were stunned by the death of their squad leader the suffering of another teammate just made them angry. It was quite obvious in their eyes that they wanted to kill me in the worst ways and I'm sure they considered how they were going to. I say 'consider' because I gave them no chance to act. I will admit that my telekinetic powers are strong but the more I have to split my focus the weaker each separate area of focus becomes. While I could act upon each individual at once they would probably be able to overcome whatever power I was trying to have over them. This of course is not permissible. The room the goons and me occupied was the size of a large office and was packed tightly with ultra modern desks (the sort with glass tops and skinny metal legs) covered with the previous day's paperwork. It was part of the office building I had fled to.

As a distraction I made several stacks of papers explode in their faces. Their rifles cracked off bursts in response but they were panicked and completely inaccurate. They only managed to shatter some glass and make the mess worse. One soldier gathered himself and put me in his sites despite the falling papers between us. As soon as his finger squeezed the trigger I sent the rifle in the direction of the fellow next to him. The uncontrolled recoil sent the burst high by the time he let his finger off the trigger. The 'oh shit' look the victim managed before a hollow point 7.62mm exploded his face was priceless.

The shooter had a wild expression as the event and my uproarious laughter took its toll on his fragile psyche. I could swear I met little resistance when I forced the barrel of his rifle into his mouth. The rifle fired so fast I wasn't even sure I had been the one to force the firing of the rifle! He was the easiest to dispatch yet.

By the time I had finished with the third soldier number four had me sighted. I'm sure he thought it was over for me when he pulled the trigger, until the round exploded in the barrel, followed by the discharging of the magazine, ejection of the next chambered round and application of the safety. The brief moment of disbelief passed and he dropped the rifle, going for his sidearm. I had assumed that would be his first move and had already disarmed him. I finally saw an emotion other than fear for the first time from this group, he looked angry for being beaten so easily. I suppose he thought it was a good idea to unsheathe his combat knife and charge at me from across the room. At least until I buried the upheld weapon in his gut with his own hand. He made some sort of moan or maybe it was a croak as the blade traveled horizontally across his abdomen. His Kevlar armor did little to stop the blade but it seemed to keep the flow of blood and intestines onto the cheap carpet at a minimum.

I left the soldier with the broken arms alive since he had already blacked out. He would most likely die from blood loss before he was found anyways. I had to be careful as I stepped over the mostly still bodies on the floor, didn't want to track any blood behind me. When the bodies were discovered they would know it had been me, there was no going back. Not that I would ever want to. The hunt would be on and I intended to make it a wild ride.