Over a few weeks, it became like a military camp. Teachers were assigned to patrol the area five hours a day, waiting for the notorious attacker to make another ferocious move on a vulnerable Duncan, not understanding the reality that the culprit is the closest he has ever been. George became protective over me, he hugged me when I went out to get food after hearing another student was badly beaten up in the woods. That wasn't me at that time, I have no idea who it was - it was starting to get crazy, the phone service was cancelled due to a far destination and nation cutout, it was becoming a wet playground as a storm swept the nation. Two students changed the entire momentum of the camp life, two students alone, beaten to near death, was enough for students to start wanting to head home.

Nobody couldn't leave and nobody couldn't enter. The storm destroyed the concrete of the roads, ripped houses from under the ground, and flew people in the air as it reached three-hundred and forty-five miles per hour. It became so destructive that countries worldwide were trying to reach our transmission and figure out how to survive this disastrous nature. It was safe in the woods, the trees were buff and powerful, but the thing was, it wasn't at all. Safety was the main priority stripped away from the news of the abused students; they began to think it wasn't a student but an adult hiding in the crowds. Our tents were constantly rebuilt as we kept losing them due to the wind, we all had to use any durable resources to protect our tents. Every time I went out the droplets of rain boomed across my cheek and felt like I was slashed on top of a wind forcing me down onto the ground.

Was I ever scared at this current time? It was uncertain, I knew George and Lia were afraid as they both kept close to me. The three of us stayed close together at all costs just in case one of us loses the other, it was dangerous inside and outside. I know my parents are worried about my safety at this moment, they were very protective over me only.

While it was a dangerous time, I had time to think to myself. Ever since I went to that cave, my mental health had slipped under the normal physiological barrier, my thoughts alone changed from emotionally thinking to logically think, even if the emotional play was involved. The strongest emotion I kept feeling was anger, and it began around the time this storm came in - my relationship with the teachers got closer in so many ways because I had some charm coming from me. I was a very muted student, so adding the two together doesn't connect well.

I sat up from my sleeping position and looked beside me to see Lia hugging her legs around me while George snored on the other side. I wiped my eyes as I listened to the scream of the wind clamp past my concealed tent protected by bricks from an abandoned neighbourhood that was affected by the storm. After letting the wind calm down, I stepped outside and felt my shoes sink into the gooey mud that splattered and made loud slaps every time I dug my way towards the food shelter. There were students already at the food shelter and it didn't surprise me since it has become a regular basis to see large groups of students chomping away. Waiting for my turn, I clenched my hands in my thick coat pockets given by the teachers to try and warm myself with a scarf resting above my nose to conceal my identity. The wind kept trying to swoop me off the ground but the mud underneath me sucked onto me to its dear life so I felt like I was a flapping flag placed on a pole waiting for the arrival of a meal.

"English weather, I must say." A boy's voice quietly heard under the rough wind chuckled behind me.

"It's creepy, man. Are you sure you should be out here?" Another boy asked as their voices got closer.

"It's fine. My face has healed well."

Face? Before I went to conclusions, something lanky suddenly bumped into me. Nearly being knocked out of the mud, I grabbed my balance and shifted my body to see what bumped into me. And before I knew it, I was standing in front of Duncan, he had his hoodie up to protect his wounds but the light in front of him detailed every mark left on his face. He bounced backwards and was faithfully caught by his brunette friend standing the same height as him, who was infrequently taller than me.

"Ah...Sorry-" Duncan's voice, so hard to hear that it looked like he was whispering, stopped mid-sentence. I felt like he spiritually knew who I was behind this mask because his body, already shivering, shivered in a traumatised way confirmed by his widened eyes. Before he began to open his mouth and straight out mutter who I was, something came over him as he shook his head and changed his attitude around me.

"Sorry about that. I couldn't see where I was going." Duncan cackled nervously with his other friend with nasty eyes cackling afterwards. I stared deep into his eyes for a second and nodded, then I paid my attention to the line getting smaller in numbers. Over time, the line got shorter and shorter until it was my turn. I ordered the list of what George liked, what Lia liked, and what I liked before heading back to my tent ignoring the squishing noises following behind me.

"Hey!" Duncan's voice screamed behind me. I rolled my eyes and faced Duncan who was toughening up his body to make it seem like he was bigger as he approached me with his friend. I waited for him to get closer and read what kind of smirk he had on his face, knowing damn well that his accidental push into me was planned.

"You muted shitbag, do you have any respect?" Duncan questioned me, gripping hard onto my shoulders. I went to grab my phone out of my pocket to write a sentence to him but his friend, being a massive dickhead, snatched my phone and threw it into the mud.

"Ah-ah! You have to speak, not use notes you simple fuck." Duncan smirked, slapping my face trying to threaten me. And to think he was innocent, that's a massive accused statement of mine gone bitterly wrong. It was hard enough to deal with the wind stretching my muscles wider to deal with a basic bully that had no idea he was dealing with his phobia. I shrugged Duncan's hand off my shoulder to bend down to grab my phone in the mud when I instinctively folded backwards to avoid a sneaky kick from Duncan. I was never that fast in reaction, I couldn't even catch a remote even if it was thrown lightly. My reaction speed was horrendous, I could become a millionaire for memeing my reaction speed. It surprised me like it silenced Duncan and his buddy.

Without any words said like any cliche scene of a bullied movie, the buddy threw a punch that I watched in slow motion and dodged like it was an action movie. I grabbed his hand and flipped him onto the mud, the mud splattered all over me and Duncan. I was reacting by instinct at this point, Duncan tried to do another sneaky attack but I slipped my hand through his jab and strangled him out of the sharp sticky mud like nothing before he laid hands on me. Although I didn't have eyes at the back of my head, I felt the air change below me and I reacted by kicking away what seemed to be the shin of the buddy in the mud. As I heard a thud near me, a cry from the buddy followed up. Duncan kept trying to hit me while being strangled but I kept slapping his fist away as I leaned in closer to have my ears be brazed by his steaming hot breath to have my mouth breathe in his ears,

listening to him struggle.

"Is your face doing fantastically well?" I mumbled into his ears, noticing the pace of his breath change from a struggle to stress. I looked to my side and watched Duncan panic as his eyes watered up and drift to every corner of his sockets trying to avoid contact with my eyes.

"A-Ahh! Ahhhhh!" Duncan screamed with terror, softened by the stormy wind, hiding him behind an invisible wall where nobody can hear his screams and his friend's screams. His scream made me flinch and I accidentally slammed him onto the ground, hearing bones inside him snap blare into the world. I reached my arm towards my ear and used my fingers to scratch the ringing noise as I focused on the still screaming buddy on the ground looking up at me.

"I-It's you! The Satan's Void!" The buddy screeched. Do I have a nickname already? It doesn't matter at this moment, I turned my body and directed myself in the middle of the boy laying sideways in front of me, failing miserably as he started eating mud by flapping his arms around. To end the embarrassment, I arched my right foot and threw it at the boy's face, feeling something crack and hearing his cries stutter into nothingness. I don't know why I did this, I don't understand how I avoided their attacks and calmly damaged them. Power is all I felt when I saw myself in the third point of view diminishing these souls that'll remain in care for the rest of their tour here. Someone should have caught me doing this by now, there are at least one thousand counted students on this campsite - was it just the wind that was thickening as each day went by, overwhelming the distance with the appearance of almost like fog?

"Ah! Thank you for the food." Lia thanked me with her vocalist's voice as I entered the tent soaked in the rain with a smile that didn't feel connected to my realness. George bursts up from sleeping and grabs his portion of food before I sat between them both to eat it with them. I went to pull out my phone from my pocket but remembered that I lost it to the mud and resorted to watching videos on George's phone that he downloaded before the storm. He bragged that he downloaded ten thousand videos and nine hundred and fifty-eight movies overnight, and it grabbed Lia's attention as we drained George's battery life watching hundreds of videos and movies until we passed out sleeping.

Morning meets me on the doorstep, quite literally, I looked outside and saw it was becoming calmer and calmer with nature but the people in the crowds were panicking even more. A crowd was surrounding two unconscious bodies filming them as teachers tried pushing them all away. George and Lia ran out of the tent and approached the scene, instantly recognising the faces, I followed behind, of course.

"It's becoming a Serial Assault at this point. Luckily, they're still alive and not dead…" George whispered worriedly, Lia kept silent trying to control her emotions from leaking out into the world like the way she was brought up. I kept a relaxed posture and watched the two unconscious bodies be patiently dragged away into the hospital room.

"Wasn't that Duncan? He was attacked again?" The crowd chattered silently. From the bottom corner of my eye, I watched Lia look at me with disgust and trod off into the tent. Concerned, I hurried after Lia and greeted her in the tent. She looked at me with unfamiliar eyes and aura.

"Are you all good?" I signed.

"I'm fine, I'm just trying to not let my emotions get out of control," Lia replied, plaiting her silky hair. I sat down beside her and watched her intentionally brush backwards to keep away from me. Does she know?

"Do you need space?" I signed with the burden. She filtered her eyes away from me and dragged the quietness out for a long time before she croaked a tiny bit like she wanted to say something but restricted herself. Reading the room and her eyes wetting, I hugged one of my arms around her shoulders and stroked her hair quietly as she didn't fight back nor shove me away. Lia just let go of herself and collapsed into my arms as stress took control and forced tears out of Lia's eyes.

"I've just been stressing out a lot lately, it's ruining my friendships." Lia squeezed out in sadness. Not wanting to say anything, I pursued her to continue, "The news of this unleashed Serial Assaulter attacking members of my group, this dangerous weather terrorising people...It's terrifying me, Aaron, it's terrifying me." Lia cried out.

And when I thought she would vanish out of my mind, something unfamiliar appeared in my mind, with the voice of Althea, and the strength of her emotions plastered their words "It's terrifying me" into the gaps of my mind and it felt realistic. A scenario became clear and played like a videotape inside my head. It was of her screaming in terror as I was something else, tall and powerful, walking over her with my reflection reaching out with fingers that looked like claws. This figure glanced at my childhood photos and back at my terrified sister, she raised her arms abruptly, and this thing Althea was scared of, looked behind them and saw a massive log flying towards his way. But, the figure, without emotions, casually caught the log and flicked it into the distant sky, turning his attention back on Althea. Then Althea screamed the words "Stop it! It's terrifying me!" as this monster chopped her head off. The last thing I saw was the dismemberment body of Althea taped around the walls dripping blood onto the pictures.

Was this the answer…? Some beast stronger than my supernatural sister murdered her in the place where she was the happiest?

Whatever it was, it was going to be the thing that explains the changes in myself and why I feel so powerful compared to the past where I was a weak version of myself. It's going to explain why I'm also resorting to coldly attacking strangers I've never met before.

And why I'm so pissed off.