"Ackhh!! Stop, anybody please!!" Stood an old lady with wavy gray colored hair screaming on top of her lungs for help not too far from the public restroom inside the gas station, no one was around to help her then. "Let it go!!!" Insisted the tall figured man whilst yanking the old lady's green colored handbag off her grips trying to mug the weak figured woman. "No!! This was a gift from my granddaughter you scoundrel!!" With all her power she held on to the handle pulling it back to her side. The man then gave his all for the next pull and finally succeeded to seize the handbag as the rope handle snapped, still tightly gripped by the old lady shivering hands who then fell to the ground. "Ahh.. my leg..." She rubbed her right calf out of pain. The thief saw his chance and ran, "Stop! Please don't take it away! Owhh.." She desperately begged as she was still trying to relieve the pain on her strained leg.
Demian approached the old lady who was still helplessly resting on the ground, "Lady are you okay?" He crouched down and gave a quick look at her leg, "Let me call an ambulance!" Demian took out his cell phone. "Young man, please... my handbag. My granddaughter gave it to me on my birthday. I need it, please help me." The old lady begged Demian looking very heartbroken. Demian put his phone back into his lower left pocket and quickly looked far ahead focusing his view on the running away mugger. "Will you be okay if I run after him?" Demian tried to make sure. "I'm fine, please just catch that barbarous thief and bring my handbag back to me!" Suddenly the old lady looked very fired up, encouraging Demian to run after the thief. "Okay, please wait here." Demian stood up and quickly dashed toward the direction of the running away thief. A few moments after, the old lady stood up effortlessly as if nothing had happened to her leg. She smiled as she watched Demian rushing away in the distance.
Demian approached the old lady who was still helplessly resting on the ground, "Lady are you okay?" He crouched down and gave a quick look at her leg, "Let me call an ambulance!" Demian took out his cell phone. "Young man, please... my handbag. My granddaughter gave it to me on my birthday. I need it, please help me." The old lady begged Demian looking very heartbroken. Demian put his phone back into his lower left pocket and quickly looked far ahead focusing his view on the running away mugger. "Will you be okay if I run after him?" Demian tried to make sure. "I'm fine, please just catch that barbarous thief and bring my handbag back to me!" Suddenly the old lady looked very fired up, encouraging Demian to run after the thief. "Okay, please wait here." Demian stood up and quickly dashed toward the direction of the running away thief. A few moments after, the old lady stood up effortlessly as if nothing had happened to her leg. She smiled as she watched Demian rushing away in the distance.
"I just need to run a little bit more!" Demian picked up the thief's thought from the far distance whilst running after him. "Left!" A few moments after the thief thought of it in his mind, Demian saw the thief turned left, running inside an alley. Demian followed the thief into the alley and found a quite tall wall at the end of it, it was a dead end. Demian stopped running and caught his breath, he then held his head down trying to focus his ear. "He won't see me here." Demian yet again successfully captured the thief's thought. Demian took a couple of steps toward a pile of big boxes made out of wood stacked near the end of the alleyway far away from him. "He will think I jumped over the wall using the boxes as footing." Thought the thief who was hiding himself quietly. "Come out thief! I know you're still here." Exclaimed Demian as he looked around trying to figure out where the thief was hiding. "How does he know that I'm still here! Damn it, I think I'll have to kill him! Where is my gun.." Thought the thief as he searched his trousers and took out his gun. "Shit! I've never killed anyone in my life!"
"Just come out.. let's just settle this peacefully. We don't want to regret our actions, do we?" Demian proposed to the thief whilst still cautiously scouring the place. After he heard what Demian had said, he snuck his gun back in his trousers. "He's right.. maybe I can just beat him up and run for it.." The thief devised an escape plan in his head. "Come out thief, I won't hurt you. I just want the bag." Demian ensured the thief, as he walked closer toward the boxes. "Damn it, he's approaching!" The thief started to panic as he peaked through one of the gaps on the wooden box he was hiding in and saw Demian walking toward his direction. Demian figured out the thief's hiding spot, he glanced over the piled up wooden boxes, "Okay here's the deal. I know you're hiding inside one of those boxes.." Demian halted his steps. "Crap! He figured it out! What must I do!" Thought the thief as he started to break out in sweat. "Look.. don't worry about this. I won't do anything to you. Just return the bag and I will leave you alone, I promise." Demian assured the thief.
One of the boxes moved slightly forward. Suddenly, the front side of one of the wooden boxes which was placed on the far left corner flew opened, kicked by the thief from within. The thief came out holding the handle-less handbag. Demian stared intensely unto the thief's eyes, "C'mon, hand me the bag and as I've promised I will leave you alone." Demian calmly stated. "Just step away man, I don't want to hurt you. I have to scare him!" Said the thief as he took out his gun and pointed it toward Demian. Demian looked surprised, "Even though I know he's bluffing.. I've never dealt with this kind of situation before, what should I do!" Demian started to worry. "If you don't step away I will shoot man! I think I can shoot one of his legs and make a run for it." The thief threatened Demian as he slowly pointed his gun toward Demian's right leg.
"I'm serious here man..." Said the thief as Demian saw his index finger trembling, hesitating to pull the trigger. Demian was out of wit, Demian lift up his left hand, "Wait, let's think rationally here! What do you get from shooting me?" Demian tried to suppress the thief's will to shoot him. "I can get away with this bag while you lie on the ground helplessly." Answered the thief still pointing his gun at Demian's leg. "Well that's true." Demian agreed whilst putting his left hand down, Demian put his fist on his chin, "But now I recognize your face, I can just report you and the police will track you down." Demian explained. The thief went silent for a few moments, "Then I have to kill you man." The thief pointed his gun toward Demian's chest. "Shoot! why did I say that!" Demian lift up his left hand toward the thief again as his heartbeat rate increased rapidly in panic. "Sorry man... nothing personal." Said the thief as he was breathing heavily, Demian couldn't think of anything to help him then, "Wait! I'm dead." Thought Demian.
"His emotion..." Suddenly Demian heard a voice inside his mind, a voice that was not his own. "You can control it... just imagine it clearly in your mind. Make him feel what you feel..." Demian understood what he had to do, he focused on the emotion of fear. He pictured all the scary thoughts inside his mind. He was reminded of the dream he had. How the fire was closing in on him, how much fear he had then. Inability to breath easily and the scorching air surrounding him, the unbearable heat burning up his skin. His fear of parting with the people he loves. He focused on that feeling and tried to convey it to the thief using his ability to detect and manipulate the electromagnetic mind wave.
A few moments after, the thief suddenly made a blank stare toward Demian. Slowly, the thief took a few steps back as if he was staring at a ghost, "Aaaarrrrggghhh!!!!" The thief screamed very loudly out of the sudden. Demian grinned slightly, "Jackpot!"
"Just come out.. let's just settle this peacefully. We don't want to regret our actions, do we?" Demian proposed to the thief whilst still cautiously scouring the place. After he heard what Demian had said, he snuck his gun back in his trousers. "He's right.. maybe I can just beat him up and run for it.." The thief devised an escape plan in his head. "Come out thief, I won't hurt you. I just want the bag." Demian ensured the thief, as he walked closer toward the boxes. "Damn it, he's approaching!" The thief started to panic as he peaked through one of the gaps on the wooden box he was hiding in and saw Demian walking toward his direction. Demian figured out the thief's hiding spot, he glanced over the piled up wooden boxes, "Okay here's the deal. I know you're hiding inside one of those boxes.." Demian halted his steps. "Crap! He figured it out! What must I do!" Thought the thief as he started to break out in sweat. "Look.. don't worry about this. I won't do anything to you. Just return the bag and I will leave you alone, I promise." Demian assured the thief.
One of the boxes moved slightly forward. Suddenly, the front side of one of the wooden boxes which was placed on the far left corner flew opened, kicked by the thief from within. The thief came out holding the handle-less handbag. Demian stared intensely unto the thief's eyes, "C'mon, hand me the bag and as I've promised I will leave you alone." Demian calmly stated. "Just step away man, I don't want to hurt you. I have to scare him!" Said the thief as he took out his gun and pointed it toward Demian. Demian looked surprised, "Even though I know he's bluffing.. I've never dealt with this kind of situation before, what should I do!" Demian started to worry. "If you don't step away I will shoot man! I think I can shoot one of his legs and make a run for it." The thief threatened Demian as he slowly pointed his gun toward Demian's right leg.
"I'm serious here man..." Said the thief as Demian saw his index finger trembling, hesitating to pull the trigger. Demian was out of wit, Demian lift up his left hand, "Wait, let's think rationally here! What do you get from shooting me?" Demian tried to suppress the thief's will to shoot him. "I can get away with this bag while you lie on the ground helplessly." Answered the thief still pointing his gun at Demian's leg. "Well that's true." Demian agreed whilst putting his left hand down, Demian put his fist on his chin, "But now I recognize your face, I can just report you and the police will track you down." Demian explained. The thief went silent for a few moments, "Then I have to kill you man." The thief pointed his gun toward Demian's chest. "Shoot! why did I say that!" Demian lift up his left hand toward the thief again as his heartbeat rate increased rapidly in panic. "Sorry man... nothing personal." Said the thief as he was breathing heavily, Demian couldn't think of anything to help him then, "Wait! I'm dead." Thought Demian.
"His emotion..." Suddenly Demian heard a voice inside his mind, a voice that was not his own. "You can control it... just imagine it clearly in your mind. Make him feel what you feel..." Demian understood what he had to do, he focused on the emotion of fear. He pictured all the scary thoughts inside his mind. He was reminded of the dream he had. How the fire was closing in on him, how much fear he had then. Inability to breath easily and the scorching air surrounding him, the unbearable heat burning up his skin. His fear of parting with the people he loves. He focused on that feeling and tried to convey it to the thief using his ability to detect and manipulate the electromagnetic mind wave.
A few moments after, the thief suddenly made a blank stare toward Demian. Slowly, the thief took a few steps back as if he was staring at a ghost, "Aaaarrrrggghhh!!!!" The thief screamed very loudly out of the sudden. Demian grinned slightly, "Jackpot!"
