Corey just needed some time to himself. Coming to the island had been a massive weight off of his shoulders but it also brought along other challenges. Not only had he finally found a place to call home, he had been burdened with a purpose that he wanted nothing to do with. However, something felt strange, different even, about it, as though the pain he endured was finally coming to an end. Either way, it was nice to just get lost in his own head and wander through the forest.
He also had another agenda: his powers. Corey knew that he was capable of more with them. Sure, he was capable of controlling a substantial amount of water at any given time but somehow he just knew that was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Nestled within the sentinel trees was a rather large pond; not quite big enough to be considered a lake. Corey stood by the edge, one hand outstretched as a thin stream of water slithered from the surface of the pond, swerving up his arm. He admired the display momentarily, forming shapes and manoeuvring the water in front of him.
Moments past and he considered now was the time to test his limit. The surface of the pond rippled as columns began to arise. It began easily but the strain quickly forced a second hand to join in, trembling against the force required to sustain such an amount. His face churned and winced as he pressed on, a wall of liquid now blocking the view from in front.
He could do more. He knew it. Why was he being so weak? Corey began to become annoyed at the thought. Enraged even. Weak. It was what he had always been. He knew it; the facility staff knew it. Never able to fully control his gifts. ‘Gifts’, as if that was what they were. These ‘gifts’ were given to him at the cost of his family’s life. One minute they were there, the next he was all alone. Then came the needles, the tests, the torture. Corey remembered every single one of their faces. He hated them. Hated them all.
His pure rage escalated as he could no longer contain it, his anger escaping him as he screamed. Arms outstretched as more water began to move to his will, his entire body shaking. His head that he was lost in so often betraying him with flashes of memories he no longer wanted to see. The car accident. The facility. The ‘evildoers’ he needed to cull. All of it building up until it felt like he was about to explode.
@Darion
He also had another agenda: his powers. Corey knew that he was capable of more with them. Sure, he was capable of controlling a substantial amount of water at any given time but somehow he just knew that was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Nestled within the sentinel trees was a rather large pond; not quite big enough to be considered a lake. Corey stood by the edge, one hand outstretched as a thin stream of water slithered from the surface of the pond, swerving up his arm. He admired the display momentarily, forming shapes and manoeuvring the water in front of him.
Moments past and he considered now was the time to test his limit. The surface of the pond rippled as columns began to arise. It began easily but the strain quickly forced a second hand to join in, trembling against the force required to sustain such an amount. His face churned and winced as he pressed on, a wall of liquid now blocking the view from in front.
He could do more. He knew it. Why was he being so weak? Corey began to become annoyed at the thought. Enraged even. Weak. It was what he had always been. He knew it; the facility staff knew it. Never able to fully control his gifts. ‘Gifts’, as if that was what they were. These ‘gifts’ were given to him at the cost of his family’s life. One minute they were there, the next he was all alone. Then came the needles, the tests, the torture. Corey remembered every single one of their faces. He hated them. Hated them all.
His pure rage escalated as he could no longer contain it, his anger escaping him as he screamed. Arms outstretched as more water began to move to his will, his entire body shaking. His head that he was lost in so often betraying him with flashes of memories he no longer wanted to see. The car accident. The facility. The ‘evildoers’ he needed to cull. All of it building up until it felt like he was about to explode.
@Darion