Age of Power: Dawn

They move. Time slows. The enraged mob of mind-controlled Texans turns its wrath on you. Somehow, they know you're the reason for their 'Goddess' fall. Staring them down makes your heart race and your palms sweat. They inch forward. So slow. Your senses stretch out. Everything within ten meters is known to you. The big man behind you, the one who carried you here like a sack of potatoes, prepares to lunge. Definitely going to tackle you. A couple others are in the process of raising their firearms.

Slow. The rays of the sun dance over everything. Summer heat bakes this impossible morning. The smell of unwashed and sweating bodies makes you feel like taking a long, long, shower. In the distance, you can hear sirens.

Ever so gently--it's not in your nature to hurt anyone!--you grasp the mountain of muscle across the torso. Toss him back before he can leap forward to tackle you. As he's falling back in slow motion, you pluck the shotgun from the burly man directly ahead of you. Smash it against the ground. Hard. Can't let it hurt anyone else. Give him a gentle push. The next instant sees a heavyset latina disarmed of a pistol. That one you just crush like a napkin. Reach out and keep the mass of people from dog piling you!

Time speeds up. The big man goes flying out of your sphere of awareness with a loud whooshing sound. You gulp audibly. That was much faster than you intended! The pavement shatters as the gun loudly disintegrates upon contact. The screeching of metal fills the air. And twenty-five people are sent sprawling away from you. Too fast. Way too fast.

Can't close your eyes to the carnage you're unleashing. Those outside your sphere are sprinting at you. Someone unloads an assault rifle at you. All too slow. When they enter your domain, you easily stop or redirect all of the would be attackers. Still they come. They're all chanting, screaming Syr-Rah-Doh like its a war cry. Can't try to take Dad and high tail it. Find the 'Siren' and stop her. Might be the only way to stop this madness. Looking at the deranged devotion of these otherwise normal people, it might be the only way to save Dad.

As you jog on legs sore from biking, you know that you're hurting and killing people. Gentle nudges turn into powerful hammer strikes. A light toss sends hostile men and women flying a dozen meters or more. They land bonelessly, and they do not get up. You try to stop momentum... and the results are not pretty. Twisted bodies. Broken bones. Redirected bullets rip into flesh. Makes you want to vomit. Makes you want to do anything else. The temptation to just stop is nearly overwhelming. A grenade is thrown at you. You redirect it as high and as fast as you can. It explodes a three hundred meters overhead. They don't flinch. No screams of agony. No hesitation. They keep on coming. If anything, their ferocity reaches a fever pitch. Don't stop now. Won't stop. Can't stop. You're resolved.

Eventually, you reach the woman. She's regained her feet. Fear shines in her beady eyes. She holds a hand out to forestall you. She speak. That divine song presses down upon you. Stop her. Reach out. Her Will-

You stop her from saying another word. Her windpipe along with her neck crushes sickeningly. You... you just Darth Vader'd someone.

She's dead. You're going to vomit. You do. The acid and bile burns as you heave.

And her mob of worshipers doesn't seem pleased at all. Don't know what you expected. Maybe for them to come back to themselves. Nope. The several thousand strong throng still seem hell-bent on killing you. They scream as they rush towards you. More weapons are brought to bear.

What do you do?
[] Try to get out of here without hurting anyone.
[] Take Dad with you against his will.
[] Write-in.