I awoke to feel my body a lot lighter than usual, almost as if I’m weightless. I get up and stretch, noticing my body has become a lot stronger and compact, like steel. I look at myself in the mirror, standing at 5’10 I wasn’t the tallest but not the shortest either. I have messy pitch black hair with calm green eyes. I wasn’t bulky but I had muscle there just really compact and tight after I woke up.

I throw a punch due to this intoxicating feeling of power, the air cuts and knocks over my dresser causing a loud *THUD*. *Knock* *Knock* “What’s going on in there?” Calls out mom, “Nothing, it was just an accident don’t worry.” “We’ll ok, be careful.” I continue thinking about what I just did, how did my fist create so much power? Is this a side effect of the accident? I wonder, but I won’t find answers sitting like this and neither do I intend to.

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A wise man once said that with great power comes great responsibility, and my wish from before can now be fulfilled. If I’m gonna use these powers I should know if I have any more and the limits of them. I started to put on my shoes as well as my hoodie, exiting the room. I bid farewell to my parents but they just tell me to be careful. I will hone my powers and show the world that evil will die.