Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Famer VS Kinesis

Jonathon looked through his own eyes at everything in front of him. Buildings being blown apart, men dying, women screaming, children panicking. His body felt like a massive statue with an in-built robotic mechanism that was beyond his control. He felt uncomfortable. His head started aching to an incredible degree. His heart began beating at an incredible rate, and felt his blood rushing through his body at an inhuman rate. Although his body felt like it was as hard as a statue, his body was aching incredibly from the inside. Excruciating pain met his body and he was unable to deal with it. He wanted to die. ==================================== Richard was more conscious, yet felt extremely nervous and unsure of himself. “You know, the girl misunderstood you completely." This statement echoed in his head. He felt a sudden rush of cold wind pass him, which shook him to his core. He thought through everything. He loved Caitlyn. He fancied Jonathon. They thought he hated him due to his childhood stupidity. He felt bad, bad about his foolish actions. He longed for Caitlyn to be his good friend, maybe even his girlfriend. She was gifted as well, being a diligent student, with a lot of positive attributes. She was easily going to succeed in her adult life. Now, due to some alien contact, her life ended short, Jonathon is possessed, the whole of New York is in ruins. “She’s gone…” He murmured to himself. “Gone… Completely out of this word… Gone… GONE!” He felt a flame start up inside his body. He was enraged, full of anger at what is going on. He needed to ignore his emotions and do what is best, just like how he was taught in Law school. “You see the body of a mutilated man and woman and you start vomiting and crying? What’s wrong with you? You have to remove all your emotions, focus on the case, and carefully dissect the problem, bit by bit until you have solved it” said his professor, who is now his senior officer in command within the workforce. “I’m a detective, and I am not going to give in to my emotions” he said to himself. He held onto the Colt M1911 that he was given after graduating from law school. He had both hands, firmly gripping onto the gun and began walking closer towards Jonathon. He stood in front of Jonathon, and screamed out loud at him. “Oi Jonathon! Look at me!” Yelled Richard. Jonathon recognised that voice, it was a voice of that was attached with a lot of negative emotions. He despised that voice from the bottom of his heart and finally understood it. It was the voice of Richard, his long-term rival in junior school. He looked at him at shock, and Jonathon himself felt a flaming sense of anger rise upon within his aching body. He wanted the spirit behind him to kill Richard before anything else. However, the spirit was hesitant for a moment. He understood clearly that he was meant to bring the most suffering to Jonathon, to embrace his feelings of guilt, anger and regret, yet this Richard kid in front of him bears a lot of hatred. He was unsure whether or not to use his superior powers to decimate this child in front of Jonathon. He was hesitant, which costed him valuable time. =================================================== 4 years ago, Richard was studying and training hard to graduate from law school. As he was going to be part of the police force, he was required to have a gun with him at all times. Having a gun was important, and knowing how to use a gun was even more important. Richard himself was more competent in the physical aspects within Law, such as how to disarm a person who is of a potential threat, and especially in the use of a gun. He practiced every day to the point where his precision was close to perfect. His reflexes and speed with shooting and grabbing his gun were also of an incredible speed. ============================================ “Guess shooting people won’t be all that difficult and useless after all of that training, 4 years ago” Richard thought. =========================================== Jonathon was enraged with the person he saw in front of him. He wanted to kill Richard, who was standing in front of him. Seeing so much terror already, having one more person die, one like Richard wouldn’t mean anything to him. He charged towards Richard, and opened his mouth wide, expecting the flame to engorge over his entire body. However, with the spirit having a major control over Jonathon’s body, it was confused. Should Jonathon kill this boy? Why should he? For some reason, this boy brought so much suffering to his current psychological state. Wouldn’t it be better to just let this boy live? “Yes..” mumbled the spirit to himself. “Of course it would be. He despises that boy, why should he die?” But then, he remembered something his master told him before. That if he musters up enough steam, it will become difficult to take full control over his physical state. ========================================= Richard stared at Jonathon, the monster that stood in front of him. He glared at his face. The face showed an expression that was completely incomprehensible to Richard. His face appeared to be demented, with an expression of anger and utter confusion. He took a step towards Richard, and then stumbled backwards. He then jumped forwards in the most peculiar way, and then took five short steps backwards again. He knew that something unusual was going on, based on the confusing actions from Jonathon. Richard knew he had to do it. He knew that he had to kill Jonathon, for the better, so he raised his pistol, pointed it at Jonathon, directly at his left shoulder blade, and fired. A split second later, he shifted his pistol to the left, and shot into Jonathon’s right shoulder blade before finishing him off with two shots towards his stomach. Jonathon let out a scream of pain, fell onto the ground, unable to comprehend whatever happened. The spirit that was bonded to his body was completely destroyed within Jonathon’s body, never to be found again. Jonathon was with his normal body again, his monstrous size contracted significantly, the Jonathon’s everyday body size. Jonathon knew that he wasn’t able to kill Richard, with his arms completely disabled. He just laid there on the ground, very relaxed, trying his best to ignore the excruciating pain that was flaming across his entire body. He waited for the last bullet to penetrate his head. “Just finish me off dam…” He coughed out blood. He was losing his consciousness. “Kill me… Kill…” Richard, rushed towards Jonathon’s fragile body, and lifted his head up to face him face-to-face. “What the fu-“ Jonathon said, ever so weakly. “NO JONATHON!” Roared Richard. He felt hot flaming tears begin leaking out of his eyes. “PLEASE DON’T DIE!! JONATHON!! NOOOO!! I’m sorry about all those times I called you names, I’m sorry that I addressed you as an orphan. I’m sorry that I also bullied your sister. Immaturity made me do stupid things. You thought I hated you, but for all these times, the only expression I had for you was admiration with a tinge of jealousy. I wanted to be your equal, your friend, your study partner. I adored your pretty younger sister, and I’m sorry that she is now dead. DON’T DIE NOW DAMMIT! PLEASE! Lord, oh please, have mercy on me and give Jonathon his life.” Jonathon just stared at Richard, at the tears leaking out of his tear ducts, blank-faced, confused. "I AM THE LUCKY-TO-BE-ALIVE BRAT, THE POO-FACED IDIOT. Jonathon, please..." said Richard."God Bless your soul, you silly fellow" mumbled Jonathon, with a effortful smile on his face. "Live a good life, and don't even think of hurting other's feelings again..." Jonathon's eye-lids closed themselves, and he simply laid there on the ground, on the ground dead.Richard's eyes were flooded with tears, engrossed with sadness. He bent down, and embraced Jonathon's feeble body, like a brother and whispered to his ear: "I respected you, from the bottom of my heart..."