Nobody's Hero

Still alive were the only thoughts running though my head as the alarm clock grew louder. In this small apartment the sound bounced off the wall creating an annoyance that even the deafest could not ignore. After a few minutes of this annoying ring, a small light started to emit from the bed. Seconds later, another alarm clock met its fate. It has always been hard for me to get motivated in the morning knowing what I am waking up to. This world and all it takes for granite and my mundane dead end job. There wasn't much to smile about these days. Being one of the non-denialist had few perks in this world. It is easier to explain why I hate it so much then to tell you why I would ever love it. I am not the only one with a “gift.” Everyone is born with it. Some choose to forget about it and live normal, everyday lives. We call them Denialists. They have forgotten about their gift or choose not to use it. The non-denialists are freaks in their eyes.
What we do is not natural. I drift in and out of sleep for the next 20 minutes when my phone starts to ring.

“Hello?” I say, groggy and still out of it.
“WAKKKKKKKEEEE UPP!!!!” A female voice yells from the other end of the phone.
“Wow. Really, Kacey? Thats not necessary.” I explain to her as I rub my ear.
“Really now. It isn't?” She asks snickering
“No, I was up and about to get in the shower. I'll see you at work.” I told her as I hung up the phone.

I don't get mad at Kacey any more. Annoying as she is, she still is my only true friend. I roll out of bed, hitting the floor, not being able to find the energy to pull myself straight out of bed. The poor quality of water in this city gave me one more thing to look forward to in the morning. Washing the filth of last night off was a chore in self-restraint. The oil and salts make the water very conductive. My manipulation of electricity is always put to the test when I'm in the shower. The last thing I want to do is shock my nuts. As a result of this gift, I can move super fast for short periods of time, regenerate my health, and be able to sense emotions. The power to sense emotions pretty much sucks. People these days are pussies. No one has any balls. After my shower, I end up sprinting to work with moments to spare. I arrive to a packed mall.


As soon as I get to the back room, I am approached by little miss sunshine Kacey. Deep down, her smile makes me sick. There is nothing in this world that would make me cheese like this girl. I'm glad I don't have her optimistic outlook on life. She is just building her self up for a let down. I do have a confession to make. Outside of my home, I am a denailist. I lurk in the shadows like an almost normal person. There is only one person who knows my secret and she's coming this way.


“Aw good morning sunshine! You really need to be more excited to be here.” She says with he sickening grin.
“Uh, Kacey, you know I hate this place and the people in it.” I say as I try to muster a smile.
“whatever Mr. downer pants, you were almost late today.”
“Almost is the key word, so stop worrying about me.”
“Fine, I'm done worrying. Have a good day at work, Xander.”

She walks off in a fit of rage. I seem to have the ability to do this to her nearly everyday. Fuck it, I thought to myself as I make my way to Dean's Shoes. It's the happy little place I get to call home for eight hours today. Dean's is famous for their "BOGO" deals at the end of the month and their size match guarantee. Lucky for me, it was the start of June. Work has always been a haze for me. Nothing exciting about shoes. Don't get me wrong, the occasional fat ass trying to fit into 3 sizes too small to boost their ego is always priceless. My shift was about up and the store looked great. Everything clean, shoes arranged PERFECT. Working in the service industry, your begin to realize customers fit into types. For example, Ms.Pedigrew. Annoying and needy, my favorite. I had an hour and a half left in my shift and she turned out to be my last customer. This Fragile hag tried on damn near every shoe in the store, making a mess of my uniformity. Too blue, too tall, too shinny. Nothing was good enough for this woman. I'm on the brink of committing murder when she finally picks a pale white pair of shoes. I rush her out of the store. I lock up and being my prowl of the city. The city of South Gate is home to 250,000+ people and they all know how to get into trouble. Every night I walk for miles listening to thoughts and clues for crime and danger. I hate this world, but I can't sit and watch shit happen, so I paint on my pretty smile and pray for rain.