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

The Master was in trouble. As he bounded himself to humanity, so he had become addicted to it - it was like a drug to him. The richness of human experience overwhelmed him. The texture of touch. The brightness of colour. The pressure of sound. He had bound himself ever tighter to Jonathon, not realising how vulnerable humans are. Now, as four bullets ripped through Jonathon's shoulder blades and stomach, he was flooded with sensory input that left him utterly defenseless. The flood of pain. His body screaming: SURVIVE. SURVIVE. FLEE. DANGER. It was so primitive, so unthinking. Humans have this side to them too?Releasing control to Jonathon for his last moments, he attempted to disconnect, but it was futile. He had bound himself too deeply. He was too addicted, too interconnected."I will not die here. I will not die!"Ordinarily, his species did not have a strong survival instinct. Ordinarily this would be the end. But The Master was part human now, and humans desire to live.The Master's power was destruction. He could break and crush and burn. But breaking is easier than fixing. There are a billion ways for a glass to be broken, but few ways for a glass to be whole. He knitted the linings of Jonathon's stomach together, burned away the acid that spilled into other parts of his body. He fused with intense flames the broken bones and crudely sewed the muscle structure back.None of it worked."Why? Why won't you live!?"It was the brain, he realised. The brain was far more difficult to understand than the rest. It had been cut off from oxygen for too long. It no longer served to send signals to the rest of the body. It was the brain that he had been living inside, but he did not know enough to repair his house. He began to panic. His consciousness was fading."NO! No! no..."With one last cry of desperation, The Master faded from existence.***Richard stood up, dazed, from Jonathon's corpse. As a police officer he had seen his share of corpses. He hadn't killed anyone though. He had said his goodbyes, and he didn't regret killing him. But he felt an overwhelming sadness at the death of someone who could have been a good friend. Who had been, in the end."There is no time for mourning. I will take you to my people. We must establish the new order, now that master is dead."Richard's vision blurred, and the chaotic scene around him vanished. In its place was a great hall. Thousands of the spirits were whizzing around, busy at work at some unknown task. Along one of the great walls were countless rows of cameras."We have been possessing these for many years, sending them out into the world. Some bring misfortune, some bring happiness, a few bring great wealth or terrible destruction. We have been infiltrating this world for many thousands of years, infiltrating your society, shaping your history."Richard took the camera from around his neck, the one he had found in the ruins of his house."And this one?""I will travel with you around the world, learning what I can. I am The Historian. I long to see your world, to learn about your people. Bring your camera with you. Everything you take pictures of, I will store information about. With my power you will be able to explore places too dangerous for others of your kind.""I've always wanted to travel the world. It's a deal, spirit. By the way, what should I call you?""Just Historian is fine. Names have no meaning to our kind; we can distinguish each other easily without need of them.""I just killed one of your kind. Won't there be some consequence for that?""We do not mourn our dead." Then a note of hesitation creeped into his voice "There was one who followed The Master all the time. A young spirit who delighted in inflicting suffering and pain. It is conceivable that he may try to take revenge. He is not as powerful, and I will be there to protect you.""Shall we travel, then?""Yes. Let's see your world, human."***"I warned him. I told him not to anger the human! And now...now master is dead! Curse that human. Curse that Richard human! How dare he kill my master! I will make him pay. I will have him scream forgiveness to me. I will have him beg for mercy as I strip the flesh from his pathetic human body!"The lesser spirit - let us call him 'The Avenger' - spent many days planning his revenge upon Richard. He knew he had the protection of another spirit. Knew none of the others exept him cared about The Master's death - that they would elect a new master, one with different aims, without loyalty, without caring or mourning their loss. That was the way of their kind. But Avenger would not rest until Richard was dead. That was his all consuming goal. "I will slaughter this human. I will tear him apart." was all he could think.So he followed after Richard, scheming his demise.***Click. Click. Click."I wanted to get a few last pictures of this place. This entire section of the city was quarantined by the government after we left."The wasteland stretched for miles. A nuclear bomb had not destroyed New York, but a million small attacks from within."You know, nobody will even know what happened to Caitlin or Jonathon. Everyone will just assume they died from the same thing that killed everyone else.""Could we move on? There is nothing more for me to learn from this place.""Huh? You've already been here?""Of course. I was one of the spirits master used to destroy the city.""Wha...you did some of this?""I shifted the emotions of the animals in the city. I made some dogs in the park turn on their master. It was while that old lady was dying that I looked into her mind. She had led such a rich existence. Full of fascinating facts and thoughts and memories. It was then I thought, I don't wish to destroy these creatures. I want to learn from them.""I see...so you won't kill again?""I promise, I wil protect your kind, not destroy you." "So where do you want to go?" "Japan.""Huh? That's very specific.""It's where our cameras were created. The 'Canon' people created them. Call it curiosity, I would like to see how they were produced.""Well okay, but I don't know how the speak Japanese.""That is no problem. We can speak any of your languages easily. I will transmit the information into your mind. Come, let us leave these ruins."***Richard stood on the train, feeling self conscious. This country was so clean, so organised. The train had arrived to the second, and everyone had left and entered the train in perfect calm orderliness. He was packed pretty tightly with a load of other passengers. Most people seemed to wear full suits, and some people were wearing odd masks for some reason. "People with colds wear them. Because everyone is packed so tightly together.""Ah, that's nice."The Japanese man next to him gave him a strange look."I'm in your head, remember. Don't speak aloud.""Ah, sorry.""..."Oops."Wait, we have a problem.""What is it?""He's here. On this train.""Who is?""The one I was talking about. The disciple of the master. To have followed us all the way here...""Ah crap. What does he want?""To kill you, obviously.""Well sh!t."