When I was a little boy right about the age of fifteen, it was clear I was different than the other "normal" kids my age. I was strong, hard as a rock, but bullied for being as dumb as one too. My Mom didn't live very long and even I could tell she was unwell by that time. She insisted that she was fine and mentioned how we didn't have the money if she wasn't. On my 16th birthday, she fainted and was brought away. The last words she told me before she died were,

"I don't want you to be one of them. Another one of those people that hurts others." 

All I could remember replying was, "I won't Mom," before the line went flat.

I decided that day that I wasn't gonna be one of those people who hurt others, I was gonna be The Person who hurts others. I went from foster family to homeless shelter pretty quick, and from homeless shelter to the benches. My mind was in shock and my goal was still present: To become The Guy.

I had never really tested myself before and knew that my abnormalities had caused nothing but trouble, but now I was going to use them. First, though, I would need a place to stay. Who else would take in a young, inexperienced 16-year-old than the McKinnys fast food joint that I watched from my bench all through the day and night? So I walked right to that old rusted steel door. The person behind the counter was taken aback and asked with a slight whimper,

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"What would you like Mr o-or Sir?"

"I want to speak to your manager."

"Yes, Sir right away."

The person behind the counter hurried through a door as if the store were being robbed. The manager arrived promptly and asked with slight annoyance,

"Whaddya want?"

"A job is all I'm looking for Mr. I'm young, I've got no money, and no place to stay," I replied back.

" You? Young? Alright then," the manager said his tone lightening, "Why sure we've got a fine janitor position for you, come right this way!"

I follow along to the back of the joint to see the most dirt I have ever seen in my short life. How was this place serving customers with all this grime and where was the health inspector? "Thanks," I mumbled, "Isn't there an-"

"Oh don't be ungracious and get to work if you want it. Previous janitor didn't last long. Hope you'll do better."

I now had a job. Or I did anyway. After a week or so and after a not-so-restful night on the bench, I went to work. I found there to be a different guy asking for the manager. A guy who hurts people. The manager once again arrived quickly to the scene to talk with the guy and I watched him hand over a lump of money to the other guy. A sudden bang rang out, and another, and another. All this I watched from the window. The guy had hurt people. I was going to hurt him back.