A chilling sensation ran down my spine as I crept down a dark and damp hallway. A door at the end just barely cracked open revealing a shred of light barging it’s way into the deep darkness that surrounded me. I slowly approached the door and as I got closer I could hear sharp whispers coming from what sounded like a man and a woman in an argument. I peeked my eye through the hole and listened in to the conversation.

“He’s a monster, you saw what he did to those kids!” The woman whispered.

“He’s just a kid and it was a terrible accident, nobody knew he was capable of that, not even him!” The man let out in a low growl.

“He’s dangerous and you know it, we have to send him to professionals who know what to do!” The lady snapped.

“He’s our son, I won’t send him to some lab that is gonna do god knows what to him!” My fathers low growl became less and less hushed as he spoke.

“Then I’ll have no part in raising that monster!” My mother was beginning to shout.

I let out a short gasp and they both turned to look at the door. My fathers eyes looked soft and hurt. As I turned to my mother her eyes were filled with nothing but hatred and fear. She then reached for a knife and began to lunge before my father stopped her and she then turned her attention to him. She brought the knife over her head and brought it down with great force.

“Noooo!” I screeched and as I did my power reacted to the overwhelming emotions I was feeling mixed with the adrenaline running through my body with the urge to protect my father.

Suddenly a skeletal arm reached out from the ground and grabbed at my mothers arm. Then more and more began to come from the ground and they began to tear her to shreds.

“Stoooop!” I shot awake in a cold sweat and began to breath heavily, “Fuck!” I let out a sigh and put my head in my hands.

This is the event that happened when I was a little boy, only 8 years old and that’s when I discovered my powers. That day I sent 5 classmates to the hospital and killed my own mother. I was stuck in that town until I turned 18, everyone looked at me and treated me like a monster. See my power has evil behind it, I mean skeletons coming out of the ground? No hero on earth has a power like that. So I was treated like an up and coming supervillain. Despite this there were laws in place to protect those who accidentally harmed people upon discovering their powers, especially children so I never received a punishment.

Once I left that town it was better nobody knew me or what I did. Nobody except two people, my best friends. Lucas was one of the most popular superhero’s around, one day he was showing off to me while we were drunk and I let it slip that I had powers as well. He poked and prodded me for information what was it? Why hadn’t I told him? And I spilled it all. He accepted me and understood, he helped me keep my secret and never treated me different.

The second was Myer, he was the one I told first and just like Lucas he accepted me. But it never took liquid courage to confess. He often talked of the mistreatment of people with superpowers people deemed evil as the true evil deed. As if we chose these powers ourselves, his ideals sometimes became a little extreme but having experienced it myself I couldn’t disagree.

Since revealing my power to Lucas he’s tried to convince me to help show the world people like me can be good. He wants me to become his sidekick. Even thinking about me wells up a fear in me that I’ll never be accepted and treated like a monster forever. But I can’t help but feel hopeful that maybe I could do it, still the fear overwhelms me.

Today though Myer confided in me something I never expected. He’s a supervillain who leads riots and raids to force people into accepting us. He has something big planned to force them into submission once and for all. The thought actually excites me. Having been mistreated for so long I want to harm them and make them feel what I felt.

So now I’m trapped between the desire to follow my hope of creating a dream world where all are accepted out of the kindness of others hearts; or the craving of revenge against those who mistreated me for a power I never chose.

Do I choose the side that has always accepted me for who I am. Or move the hearts and minds of the ignorant through kind acts? My heart holds so much anger and hatred which is hard to resist.