Chapter:1 Is there something like true justice?

This question rang through Jack's mind as he lay bloodied and beaten on the ground a few stumps of cigarettes laying nearby from the bullies, the alleyway: empty it were always the same people but why, why him, whz was he was labeled a creep and loser for following his passions and having a different phisique?. That was the worst one yet it hurt much more than the last few times but not to the point of beeing unbearable. With a grunt he slowly stood up red liquid dropping in sprinkles to the ground from the corner of his mouth Jack ignored it. He wasn't really a muscular guy but quite tall? Oh he was that. He walked home it was at least something he could look forward too. As he took his usual path home he thought about what he wanted to do with his life flee to another country? No, never! he couldn't leave his father alone it was the only comfort he had in life. Maybe continue getting bullied by Merphie and his crew get ridiculed and abused? Not an option either, what then? What then?  The light turned green which pulled him out of his thoughts so he continued onward going through the bustling crowd he would think about this problem later. His stomach made itself known oh right... he hasn't eaten today or really drank much in the last weeks. Well this had to be taken care of. Right as Jack thought what he was going to eat today he saw something blue flying by yes here they were the heros! Coming to save the day. He smiled a few teeth were missing but he did as long as they were there he felt better knowing that someday maybe even tomorow theyd teach Merphie a lesson. But could he maybe be one someday? Jack only knew that in order to get powers you have activate a Organ in your Brain and this can only be triggered through an traumatic even in other words it has to be the shittiest day of your life. The Organ randomly appeared ten years ago in any child from then on, it was weird to say the least seeing people warp reality running faster as planes, fly through the air but all that was "normal" now. Lost in his own mind he strolled throughout the street near the end of the city "finally some fresh air" Jack spoke to himself as he breathed in deeply no cars no people just an uneven path leading the way but no birds chirped and you could hear every straw of grass tilting in the wind "ahh it's nothing probably" was he weird for talking to himself?  Maybe... doesn't matter anyways as he reached what he could call home it wasn't a nice summer house with pool rather an old house with signs of decay but it was home "is the door open?" This was a rhetorical question but it too was only one of many things left to answer, so Jack opened the ducked himself to fit through and called out "Dad?"

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the only thing responding was silence.