The two elders in front of me presented themselves as my parents and they said and my name was Plexus with a look full of pride in themselves.

I hated the name.

But I don't have a better one to refer to myself, in fact I don't have much of anything, my mind feels empty and everything feels so new.

The only thing I have that can be called memories are images of fighting and men and women talking to each other very closely, but somehow I know that these memories do not belong to me, yet I can manipulate them as if they were a living thing and not only images of the past stored inside me.

 What do I mean by this?

Well I can be any person or object within the memory and see the situation from their point of view.

For example.

In a memory of a duel of two children practicing fencing with wooden swords, I can be both the children and the wooden swords to the ground they walk on.

It's a strange situation, somehow I know I shouldn't be able to do this but I also know that this is completely normal for me.

My mind is confused, it is filled with contradictory thoughts and feelings.

I am and I am not at the same time.

Who I am?

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Plexus?

Call my mother.

His expression looks worried.

True, I am Plexus!

I still don't like the name.

If I find a better one, I will change it.

Something wrong with you, Plexus!

My father asks.

I am confused, memories that do not belong to me do not stop appearing in my head.

My parents seem amazed and then again they seem proud of themselves for some reason.

I wonder if everything is fine with them, being rare will not be heiritary right ?.

The headache suddenly worsens, it feels as if violence and love themselves are forced into me.

A rare way of saying it I know, but what options do I have to describe it, have you ever felt like everything around you becomes people who fluctuate between trying to kill each other has tried to seduce you and then have the brilliant idea that your head It is the best place to continue your strange courtship.

This situation is strange, there is no other way to describe this situation, and the strangest thing at all is that it does not feel completely unnatural, it is like when you drink water, a little when you are thirsty is natural and invigorating but undo putting the ocean by Your throbbing sounds like something you would like to avoid doing.

My parents soon realize that I am not feeling well, they point to me and say "parental control", then the pains stop, a window emerges in front of me and I hear a voice coming from her that tells me that my law of love and Violence has been restricted by my parents.

Law of love and violence?

Now I know, this law is my special power that gives me control of love and violence.

Oh no, this my power is weird.

Because I can't throw fireballs from my hands like any normal man.

I want to cry.

And I do.

That day I cried for the first time in my life, while my parents went into a panic and began to hug me and try to comfort me. 

The world is unfair, one is born feeling curious and invincible just wanting to have absolute power and the ability to launch electric shocks from the hands and lasso rays of the eyes like any super hero that is respected, but instead of such powers that make you see how a pervert or a boyfriend you really should end, and also your parents give Plexus name.