Fade Away

A story about a boy who is granted powers with friends, but he loses himself. (Please ignore similarities to Chronicles, I wasn't aware of the similarities at the time.)

Police entry, Monday, May 21^st: This is officer (removed); this tablet was confiscated from the deceased’s home. I felt it only fitting that it gets a fair ending, and that anyone reading this sad tale knows of its outcome. (Removed), the writer of this tale did not become GOD. And he was not immortal. I can only tell what I saw. Which, was just about everything. At 9:13P.M, Central time, a young man entered the (city name removed) hospital to visit his brother whose arm we had believed to had been crushed by a truck and amputated. We now know the unbelievable truth. This young man proceeded to, in front of my and several other officers and doctors, touch his brothers forehead. We thought nothing of it, until blood began to run from the eyes, nose, mouth and ears of the bed ridden brother. We immediately drew our side arms and aimed at the still standing brother. With the heart monitor releasing it’s ominous tone, and our guns aimed, ready to fire, time seemed to creep by all too slowly. This boy…he muttered something. He muttered: “I am all that’s left now. I am the only one left to claim the title of GOD.” He merely looked at us. It felt like a horse kicked me in my chest. I used to live on a ranch. That is the closest comparison I could come up with. We all, that is the doctors and officers, were tossed up against a wall with such force. This boy. This…thing…it walked up (removed) with just his finger, he sent a deep slice across (removed)’ throat. He did the same to one of the doctors’ forehead. He stopped at me. I was third in the line of seven. Ironic. Considering I’m a cop…a line up. He stopped at me and pulled a Davy Jones routine. “Do you fear death?” He asked me. I calmly replied: “If I feared death, I wouldn’t be a cop. So no.” He grinned and went to slice my throat as well. I can’t explain it, but…I saw something shooting from his finger when he killed the last two men. A shimmering light. Well, as I stated, he is dead. I felt a sharp pain on my neck. He had begun cutting. The pain did not spread though. Myself and the others dropped to the ground. Whatever force that he used to pin us was gone. I looked and saw it. A single tube from the I.Vs that was inside he brother’s arms was stuck through his neck. His brother’s barely moving body flicked its hand. Sending both himself and his brother’s bodies flying out the window. The fall killed them. Upon searching, the father had been killed. By (removed), the writer of this no doubt. His spin had been shattered into pieces. The little sister was left and soon to be adopted by friends. Whatever these kids were…they were once humans. If you are reading this, let this be a lesson. Power corrupts the mind. You may be remembered for a small time, but eventually…all memories….fade away.