33 Twisted Emotion 2 (2/2)
As for your current experiment, you weight the pros and cons. You will have to deal with someone like her eventually, so it is unavoidable.
Stalkers and paparazzi are like Hydras.
Kill one and two more will take its place.
You mean to say cockroaches, but whatever.
You are not scare of her. She can spy all she wants. You dare her to.
If the woman manages to obtain some evidence against you, it is just mean you are not inconspicuous enough.
You resume your search for a volunteer before realizing you already have one.
You return your attention to the woman and check the string directing at you.
It is very faint, almost transparent.
You raise your hand and try to grab hold of it.
To your shock and surprise, you couldn't touch it.
Perhaps it is too intangible for you to do anything with it.
You try several more times to manipulate the grey string, but to no avail.
Letting out a sigh, you lean back against your seat and give the woman a playful shrug. She must have saw you trying to grab something in the air, bizarrely.
Once again, she has no clue what you are doing.
”Hey, eat properly! Don't make me tell you again!”
Someone shouts behind you.
A man smacks a kid over the head after saying that. The young boy didn't raise a single word of protest, despite being old enough to enter high-school.
You cock your head over your shoulder and see a family of five – a man, a woman, 2 boys and a girl.
The strings that are coming out of the three children towards the man is completely yellow. They fear him greatly. The strings to their mother are naturally red in color, but faintly.
You narrow the eyes at the man as he tells another boy off.
”Go wash this off. Don't come back here until it is spotless. Do you understand!?”
The boy hurries out of the seat and runs towards the washroom afterwards. The woman with him did not say anything and continues to pat her daughter, who is frightful.
As the man returns to having a slice of pizza, he notices you watching him and his family.
”What are you fucking looking at? Mind your own fucking business.”
You nod and turn back around. You exhale heavily and get up from your seat.
”What do you want?”
The man takes note of you as you walk around to his table.
You crouch down and pick up the salt-shaker you accidently misplaced.
After getting it, you apologize to the family and hope that they keep it down. You and everyone in the restaurant want to enjoy their meal.
When you return to your seat, you have a look at the yellow string in your hand. You grab that when you pick up the saltshaker.
”Did I tell you to eat properly!? What is this!?”
The man smacks the kid over the head again, causing the glass cup to spill soft drink over the table. It is when the boy curls up and uses both his hand to protect himself.
”Now, look at what you done!? Fucking hell.”
The people in the other tables are about to stop what obviously leading to domestic violence. You will as well, but before that, you use both hands to pull against the yellow string.
It is very tough, but eventually, tears appear and the string snaps in two.
The two parts of the string then fall through your hands like ghost, fading away before they reach the floor.
When the string vanishes, you get off your seat and ready to stop the man from beating his son right in public.
”Listen to me when I'm talking to you!”
The man roars and grabs the kid's arm.
The 13-years old glare at him. His eyes no longer have any fear.
His eyes are fill with hatred instead.
A new string immediately forms and solidified.
It is completely black, running from the boy to the man.
Before you could do anything, the boy grabs the spilled glass and bashes it against the man's head like a lunatic.
He recoils in pain as shattered glass shower his head.
”Fuck you! Old man! Fuck you! Fuck you!”
The kid shouts angrily at the older man. His hand is now bloody due to the impact, but he didn't seem to pay any attention. He then grabs another glass off the table.