Savior by Jordan Wilson (ebook and pdf reader .txt) 📕

He wasn’t about to let anyone die. One of the guards was yelling into a radio in the center of the room. There was only one pacing behind the hostages now. He needed the right moment. His head began to hurt. He could feel something inside him. It was the darkness. It was talking to him again. It was telling him to…kill everyone.
He suppressed it and waited for the robber to draw close. He leapt out from behind the counter and grabbed him by the neck. He threw the robber hurdling into one of the others that was standing by the window. The two robbers broke through the glass and fell out onto the street. The two robbers left in the room now saw him. Jason lunged at the other robber at the window. He turned to Jason and unloaded his machine gun on him. The bullets all had the same effect. Each time a bullet hit Jason, it bounced off harmlessly. The robber, horrified tried to punch Jason. When he did, Jason caught his fist and swung him out his window. The glass shattered and he joined his hurt friends out on the street. Now all that was left was one.
Jason turned to around to see that the robber had picked up a hostage and was holding his pistol to his head. The hostages were all tied at the wrists and had tape over their mouths to prevent them from screaming. The robber wore a black jacket and a dark green shirt. He had black pants and a black headband to match his outfit. The headband and the shirt set him apart from the others. He was the only one with these things. He was tall, but not the toughest of the robbers. He seemed to think that he was in control of everything still and showed his thoughts by wearing a large grin on his face. He was likely the leader of this whole operation. Unfortunately for him, he was about to find out that he was wrong.
“Don’t move!” the robber demanded, “You do and I’ll blow his pretty little face off!”
The hostage squirmed. He looked like an honest business man who had gone to the wrong bank at the wrong time. He wore a grey suit and a red tie. He was a little shorter than the robber. Nervous sweat was dripping down his face as made muffled noises from his mouth.
“Set down you’re weapon and let these people go,” Jason demanded as he held up his hand, “If you do, this will end much better for you.”
“Ha! I highly doubt that! From the looks of things, I am in control. That money is mine! All you did was increase my share.”
The robber didn’t know it, but Jason had complete control over the situation. His powers gave him an advantage over the man. Before he spoke next, the darkness began to speak to him. He could hear it saying for him to kill him. It wanted to be let out. He tried to suppress it, but it was taking control again. He could feel himself changing. He’d have to make this quick. He was fighting back the beast, but could feel it winning. Jason took a step forward and the robber freaked out again.
“Don’t you move, dammit!” he yelled, “I’ll do it,”
“T-then…then do it!” Jason yelled. The darkness was gaining control. He didn’t want to say those words, but it did. He took another step forward and the robber backed up. He pulled the trigger of the gun, but nothing happened.
“Something wrong?” Jason asked in a sinister voice.
To the man’s surprise, his only tool of advantage had been disabled. Jason had used his power to burn and bend the firing pin, rendering the gun useless. Jason walked up to the man and threw him through the protective glass behind the counter. He hit the ground with a thud and started to crawl away. The other two guards had finally made it up the stairs, but they hadn’t expected to see Jason. He shot darkness from both of his hands, hitting the two robbers in their head. They toppled down the stairs, losing consciousness as they did. He turned back to the remaining robber and grabbed him. Jason could feel the robbers heart start beating faster, as well as his own. He was beginning to lose control. He looked into the robbers eyes, who had gone from a look of defeat to a look of horror.
“Y-you’re…eyes,” the man gasped.
Jason knew exactly what he meant. His eyes must have changed. He closed his eyes and dropped the man onto the floor. Jason put his hands on his head. He could hear the voice speaking. It was clawing at his mind and his soul. It was begging him to kill the robber. It wanted him to tear him apart. The words ‘kill him’ echoed throughout his head.
“No!” Jason cried. He won his internal battle and once again the darkness was buried deep within him. He looked up at the robber. He was scrounging for a dropped gun. Jason jumped forward and kicked the gun away and grabbed the man.
“Fun’s over.” Jason declared.
He tossed the man across the floor and into a wall. He hit the ground and moaned in pain. Jason untied the hostage he had been threatening and removed his tape. The man was breathing heavily. He looked up at Jason with a look of relief. Jason proceeded to untie the hostages. He then took five of the ropes and tied the five robbers that were still in the building. When he returned, the twelve hostages were all looking back at him. They were all hugging one another. Some of them cried, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of shock and happiness. Jason walked over to the front doors. The robbers had tipped two marble statues, making it nearly impossible for the front doors to be opened. Jason lifted the marble statues out of the way and opened the doors. When he did, he could see all of the police officers looking back at him. When the first of the hostages walked up next to Jason, the whole street seemed to light up with applause.
They police chief, which Jason had bumped into a few times, ordering his officers to cuff the three robbers Jason had thrown out the windows. Jason reentered the back and, one by one, escorted the five robbers out to the police officers. Some of the hostages ran to people in the crowd. Others walked around, almost dazed. Jason wanted to feel good about all of this, but he didn’t. An elderly man exited the building behind him and put his hand on Jason’s shoulder.
“You did well today, son,” the old man said with a smile, “This old, wrinkled body has seen many days, but they wouldn’t have seen another if it weren’t for you,”
“I’m just glad everyone is alright,” Jason said.
“You truly are a Savior, aren’t you?” the man asked.
“Sometimes…I don’t feel like it.” Jason admitted. He lifted into the air, leaving the man with a look of pity on his face. He didn’t know exactly what Jason had meant by that, but he knew that being a hero puts a lot of weight on a man’s shoulders. Jason left the scene as it was. He didn’t want to answer questions. He didn’t want to get anymore involved than he already we. He went soaring away from the scene. He was angry at himself. He couldn’t believe it. He shouldn’t have ever listened to Sollamance. If he’d just stayed away, Jackson would still be alive and the Quixon inside him would still be caged. He wasn’t just mad at himself. He completely hated himself. He wasn’t able to hold it back. It wanted him to kill a man, who, although wasn’t innocent, could do no harm to him. It had almost won too.
As Jason flew back to the coffee house, he thought about everything. Jackson was right. He had acted like a child. He’d just waited for someone to guide him so he wouldn’t have to do things alone. And now, he was a monster. What would happen if it awakened one day when he was at school? Would he be able to control it? Or would it take control and attack innocent civilians. He had to gain control…he just had too. Jason passed over a park and saw his jacket lying on the ground. He snatched it up and landed in an alleyway. Unmasking his presence and putting on his jacket, Jason returned to the street. He wasn’t too very far from where he left his friend and girlfriend. He continued to walk up the street, with his hands in his pocket. As he walked, he made a promise to himself. He swore that no matter what…he would never use the Quixon power again.

Halyms


That night, Jason returned home ashamed. Sarah and Matt were still at the coffee shop when he returned and Jason quickly made up a story about his distant aunt needing help. Sarah seemed to buy it and they stayed for another two hours talking and laughing. Matt stayed with them for the rest of the night, on Jason’s request, and ended up adding to the fun. He and Sarah seemed to get along very well. They must have ordered two more smoothies each that night. Matt began to tell embarrassing stories about Jason from way back when they were in middle school together. Jason laughed and tried to forget what had just happened, but it was harder than he thought. All his thoughts kept going back to the robber and how his eyes had changed.
They stayed until nearly seven-thirty, when Sarah got a call from home. Jason walked her home, but on the way she got cold. Jason let her wear his jacket and continued to make a joke about how she just enjoyed stealing his clothes. While they walked, Sarah occasionally glanced over at Jason’s shoulder. Jason wasn’t exactly sure why until he dropped her off. While he flew home, he suddenly got worried about what she was looking at. He had a thought, but it was crazy. The Savior that everyone knew from TV wore a uniform. It had symbols on it. Had Sarah put together that it was the same shirt that Jason was wearing? She was bright, but she must have really been interested in the Savior to notice the resemblance in the shirts.
Jason shook the thought from his head and decided that by the end of the week, he would tell Sarah everything. She had a right to know. He was tired of trying to hide things from her. Also, if she did know, it could upset her to know that he is hiding something. As much as he had his mind set on telling her, Jason knew that he wouldn’t have the courage to tell her. He would just have to hope that she hadn’t put everything together. He didn’t know which would be harder, telling her that truth that he was in fact the Savior that had saved her on the day they met or not telling his love the truth and dealing with her reaction to his dishonesty.
Jason entered his house that night and put some pasta on the stove. He clicked on the TV and began to prepare his dinner. The TV was on some evening drama show that was easy on the ears. As Jason poured the hot, red sauce all over his steaming noodles, the show ended and the evening news came on. Jason ate and watched as they talked about the bank robbery. No camera footage of him this time, but something caught his attention. The police chief was talking about everything