Outburst

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

The images surged through his mind, his emotions intensifying by the minute. Usually, Corey easily composed his emotions but at that moment in time, they all came flooding in as though a dam had burst. The strain of all of the water did not help his situation either. His entire body shook as blood began to trickle from his nose. Maintaining such a high amount of water for that amount of time was too much stress on Corey, yet the rage that his thoughts were brewing did not allow for the pain to be processed.

In particular, the faces of the many facility staff members poking, prodding and pestering him lingered the longest. In that moment, he wanted them dead. Them all dead. They had done this to him; they were the source of all of his misery.

A sudden sound behind him caused Corey to shoot around, his screaming becoming more of a pained grunt. They had found him. They had found him were here to take him back. That must be why he was so worked up: something was warning him that he needed to run. He was done with running.

The second he pivoted, the mass of liquid warped from an amorphous accumulation to two streams that forcefully shot either side of his outstretched arms, towards the source of the sound. Corey’s eyes were filled with fury as all of his energy was focused on abolishing the ones who caused his world to come crashing down.

Direct hit. Corey couldn’t help but feel a little smirk curl one side of his mouth as his anger began to dissipate. The figure he attacked was not who he was expecting. The mass of water dispersed into the forest soil as a sodden boy remained, having been thrown back into a tree.

Now Corey felt no anger at all, as though someone had just turned off a switch. Instantly, he felt guilt, horror, a churning feeling in his stomach. “Oh god,” he said to himself as he began to run to the boy, becoming a stream of water himself that swirled midair towards his victim. Forming beside him, he said worryingly: “Are you okay?!” At the same time, the other boy replied with the same thing. “Am I okay? I just threw you into a tree,” he exclaimed as he carelessly drew the water from him and flicked it away.

Only now that he was this close had Corey noticed the inky wings protruding from his back. They were quite remarkable and probably prevented a much worse injury. “I- I can go get someone. You’re hurt,” he said beginning to get up to find help, his mind all over the place. There was nothing he could really do; he wasn’t a doctor. Even if the boy didn’t seem hurt, there could be internal damage.

Corey stopped in his tracks before he began to run off in the direction of help. He was still unsure about not having a professional look over the boy to make sure he was actually fine and not just saying it. Slowly, he moved back towards him, eyeing his wings once again. It was know secret that Corey loved birds, admired them, even. So many times he had wished that he could flap his wings and be somewhere else entirely.

Shaking Morgan’s hand enthusiastically, Corey gave him a smile. “Nice to meet you, Morgan. I’m Corey,” he replied. Again, he looked at Morgan with slight concern as he worried whether he was in pain. He didn’t like the idea of violence, especially by his own hands.

Regaining his thoughts, Corey realised that he had spaced out a little (which he did frequently when thinking) and that his hand was still in the other boy’s, shaking only slightly. He suddenly removed his grasp and gave an awkward smile. “Sorry.”

“I was just trying to practice my powers,” he explained, leaving out the fact that he just needed space from everyone. That would seem rude and besides, Morgan seemed to be nice. At least he didn’t want to get revenge for the earlier misunderstanding. His eyes drifting towards the wings once again and then back at Morgan, he asked: “Are you an angel?”