I was but a simple boy, soon to be 15, walking around the streets of a big city in the 22nd century, accompanied by a lovely family, my only worries: what I would eat tomorrow, what game should I buy, and simply follow the flow of life...

A bright light flew above our heads, it was a man covered in fire, a licensed super, maybe he was a mutant, an internal arts practitioner, or just a lab rat whatever, it seemed that yet again there was an intense fight with a renegade super in the outskirts of the city, we get used to it when it happens every month.

At least those fights stay on the outskirts.

And so, I walked, laughed, tripped on a banana skin, and nearly fell.

“Who throws banana’s skin in the stre...”

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And so I killed someone.

It all happened so fast, while the vehicle supposed to hold the villain flew above us, it exploded, and a shadow fell then landed on the ground.

A man the size of a hill. The adults around looked like kids in front of him. Scars covered his skin like snakes. His body was a mountain of muscle, there wasn’t even skin covering it but just muscle tissue. Something was hanging around his neck... it was a long, weird rope.

No, it was an intestine moving with the wind.

And then it began.

I... was not fazed by the scene that unfolded, I broke a sweat, yet I kept looking at the scene and the massacre he caused, like the stars who watch life on earth evolve, yet I was genuinely scared.

He ran like a bulldozer and smashed or flattened countless people; blood, guts, body parts and heads flew everywhere while a dreadful sound that was supposed to be his laughter echoed.

A head landed near me, accompanied by the high-pitched scream of my mother and my sister.

The head was so small, so fragile, it belonged to a kid, the same age as my younger sister, eyes open with an absent look, he was dead, but I felt his despair, his resentment. This picture will probably haunt me forever.

Probably...

It all seemed so unreal, like a painting with only red, fury, and devastation. Finally, he turned toward my family, toward our side of the road, filled with countless innocent pedestrians.

But my thoughts were only on my family’s safety I prayed to the God I believed in:

“Please God, just make sure my family gets out of this nightmare alive... please I know I am not the most pious, righteous or simply humane person, but please just save them."

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Then the monstrous muscle mass got near my parents who decided to shield me and my siblings, twins, please God ... Please just take my life instead, I don’t care about life... My life is already... empty.

Time seemed to move slowly, like eons going by, slowly the pleading morphed to become something different.

I always knew, deep inside me, that I would grow up with a "Unique" mentality, not to say an atrocious evil mentality, but now my true nature, the thoughts I simply hid inside me, began to surface, while my life seemed to fly right in front of me, I... wanted to die, I was soon to be 15 and so tired of living, no true friends. Romantical relations just seemed devoid of love or any useful thing, no particular hobby, nothing special to me, days were just a number.

My family who always loved, but simply and by inadvertence or maybe intentionally pressured me to always be better, meet expectations without real rewards in this hellish place that they call country, while others did a fraction of my achievements and yet were showered in gifts, and enjoyed life, there was a huge gap between those dumb things we call humans and me, I do not particularly hate them, but I will never come to like them.

I knew there would come a point where I would break to either become useless or simply devoid of compassion.

In 15 years, I have only truly lived 1 year, I simply wanted to rest, and sleep for a long time, finally, I could rest... Finally, I could taste freedom.

Those thoughts flew in my head in the instant the bloody mountain took to advance half the distance, only 20 cm (about 7.87 in), between him and my family.

My thoughts yet again seemed to morph, something deeper, at my core, who I was, my arrogance, my nonsensical, colossal pride, I was not the smartest but I thought I was, I was not special but I thought I would be, this arrogance is what kept me alive and disciplined it was born out of necessity, to protect myself. Suicide? this is resigning to fate and death, I am not a loser, and I would not concede so easily, you want my life, never, even if the world collapsed I will find my way to life.

If I survive today, I swear to God, I swear on my pride, I will become greater than Existence itself, I will... finally live.

How? I don't know. Even the most special of supers would eventually die, but I would not. Not even if a huge bloody mountain tried to pulverize me to smithereens, but this was not the worst part, it was committing the vilest of all sins: vying for my possessions.

My family, he wanted Their life, how dare he, my FAMILY, MY LIFE, all mine, Mine, MINE!!!

Blood rushed in my body at unprecedented speed, and my scared face, quickly morphed into an apathetic, emotionless face, with a simple smile.

I simply glanced at the sinner. He stopped for a split second and said something.

" This gaze, it reminds me of those mysterious fellows... Forget it, and I thought you had some power, you are just a crazy little lamb who lives sheltered in the city. Let me remove that creepy disgusting smile on your pretty face... Die for me!" he continued his charge, while slowly raising both of his fists to form a hammer with his hands.

Something clicked inside my body, and with that, a new world opened to me, all the rage inside me, all those useless years in school with useless people, expiated with the death of an insect.

The only thing on my mind was to crush this mere mortal and it happened, for a split second his face began contorting.

“NO. I can’t die like this; I still have a ...” He never finished his sentence

The moment his body began condensing and retracting to become a meatball he was dead, utterly and simply dead.

And so what I awakened that day was not just powers but my true ability: who I really was, I knew who I was and what I wanted to do.

And no one could stop me.

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In a cold chamber, a silhouette was lying on a table from which numerous cables were coming out: if you capture any mutant this year, everything you built will be destroyed you will all suffer a fate worse than death, and the world will see the advent of a God, once a human, broken and filled with hatred toward his kind, almighty and above all.