Chapter 3: In the morning, a bit of me and my power

(Hey wake up) a child like voice talk to me.

Sleepy

(Wake up...) the same voice say it again.

Nooo

(I’ll start singing then) it threaten.

This damn brat

“fine, I’ll wake up” (Arthur)

I unwillingly woke up because of that brat voice. As I woke up, I felt pain in my abdomen area. Then I remember what happened last night.

My body still felt pretty weak but it is better than what it was last night. I tried to sit up straight on the couch l, but it is harder than I thought it was.

After I sat on the couch straight, I slowly opened my eyes and I saw the room where I sleep in. I didn’t pay attention much last night, but I noticed that the living room is pretty simple, with only a few furniture and a TV.

“hey, how’s the condition of my body” I whispered.

(Your body is not in it’s optimal conditions, you have lost around 15% of you blood last night. Although your wound has been Stitched, it can still be opened with fast, sudden motion easily. Recommended action: rest more and move slowly) a robotic voice replied to my question.

Voices, this is the name of my condition or power. 9 out of 10 people are born with power, I was one of those people who didn’t get their power at birth.

I was jealous of the others when they show their power and I was bullied because I’m powerless, my only comfort was family that is until they suddenly left me alone one day and never returned.

My misfortune didn’t end there, few days after my family abandoned me, my hometown got attacked by a terrorist group.

I was one of the few lucky survivors and got evacuated out of the city into nearby city shelter zone. Even then I wasn’t so lucky because I got so many injuries because of the initial attack.

being alone with no family was another type of hell in the shelter zone. It was cold, lonely and worst of all, I can’t leave that place. 

Being injured, I was ignored by others but thanks to this injuries also made me always late to get the rations, resulting in me barely got enough food and water to survive.

After few weeks staying in the shelter zone, my injury finally healed but shortly after the place got attacked by a small group of terrorist and I was so scared because I was so close to being dead.

In that moment of despair, I hear a voice, I followed it and escaped that damn place. Ever since then the voice stays alongside me and overtime more voices joined me.

Not willing to stay in the same place for a long time, I decided to drift around the country, I walk and hitchhike across the country and these voices helped me along the way.

Originally I started with one voice but now there are 5 voices in my head. These voices now have name that I give and those are (in order of who comes first) Pathfinder, Little Star, Villain, Assistant and latest one which is still a mystery.

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Pathfinder have an older woman voices, it is the voice of directions, if I asked any questions of locations and pathways, it will tell me where to go, which route to go to and the best way to get to a certain location.

Little stars have a voice similar to my own when I was a little kid, it is the voice of innocence it is also the voice of my own reflection, it has been keeping me sane after all the things I have been through.

Little star is a bit unique because this one is sentience, it can go off on it’s own without me asking it and most of the time tried it’s best to entertain me (which may or may not work).

Little stars also sensitive to good or bad in people, it can sense any sign malice or kindness, lies or truth and love and hate from other people and etc. Thanks to this, I know who to talk to and who to avoid.

Villain is the voice of malice, it has a deep and scary voice. I couldn’t survive without doing something bad for most of my life travelling around the country. Villain is there to suggest or plan out how should I do a crime or anything bad in general, running away, fight and many more.

Like Little Star, Villain also have it’s own sentience and always in constant bicker with Little Star a lot. Luckily I have learned how to mute them temporarily.

Assistant is the voice of Logic, it has a robotic voice. It is the voice of facts and assessment. It is a very handy voice to have, constantly giving me reasonable suggestions and instructions to do something.

And the latest one is still unknown. Because how rare it is to talk and doesn’t really respond to me, I only hear it for few times before and didn’t know what’s the thing that is common among them.

My power is considered by the international classification of power as mental power. Usually, mental power can simply activated by thinking about it but my power is weird, I need to physically talk and make noise to activate my power, usually in a form of asking questions to myself.

This has made a lot of people that sees me as a lunatic (they are not wrong though), which can make a lot of conversation awkward sometimes.

As I began to think about my self more I heard a voice coming from behind me.

“You have woke up?” (Cassidy)

My eyes came in contact to the old man who had saved me last night. The old man named Cassidy, he has grey hair but with some remaining strands of black hair on his head, he looks like in his early fifties but somehow still felt pretty young?.

“thank you…” (Arthur)

“don’t mention it, we are going to have breakfast, it’s on me. Get up and come with me, we are using my car.” (Cassidy)

I urged me to follow him and I did, I walked slowly behind him to his car, his car looks very old.

We both entered the car and Cassidy starts the engine.

Author note:

Hey, anyone know how to attract cats? They seems to avoid me when I tried to pet them.

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