When I was younger, this hearing other's thoughts shit was annoying, well more annoying than it is now. I couldn't control it. Thoughts came from every direction, an assault of emotions tearing away at my soul. I wanted it all to just go away. Too many people, I could never help them all. It sickened me. As I grew older, I taught myself how to drown it out, how to ignore the thoughts and feelings of those not in distress. Now, I walk the streets attempting to cleanse this world of filth and the kind of people who use these gifts for wrong. I'm no super hero or knight in shining armor. I try to do what's right by my standards, no one elses. If people don't like it, they can fuck off. I make mistakes like the next person. What sets me apart? Unlike the others, I fight, I contribute, I stand up for the weak, and I get persecuted for it.
It wasn't much of a walk when I started picking up feelings, the kind you can't ignore. Pain, embarrassment, shame, fear. Someone was in trouble and I had to do something. I could hear screaming coming from an alley two blocks up. They were quite loud and no one seemed to notice. I wonder if she started yelling that money was falling from the sky, if more people would come to her aid. With a deep breath, I charge towards the calls of distress, not knowing what to expect. Thoughts always race when I hear screams of the innocent. I see things, things no person should ever have to see. Lying there, surrounded by three line backer sized men, was a woman. She is half naked and beaten. I'm shocked and stunned. I can't move. The sight is horrifying. These men are taking there turns using her, abusing her, and sodomizing her every way they see fit. They throw her to the ground just as the middle one releases himself onto her. She sees me frozen, like a wax statue. Her emotions turn from fear to hope. PULL IT TOGETHER I tell myself as her emotions register inside my mind.
“HEY!!!!” I yell to the trio of disgusting rapist's.
They turn towards me, looking back with a cocky presence that would make Hercules look puny. The three of them look at each other, laugh, and shrug their shoulders. They continue to defile the poor woman. I love to be taken lightly. My hands start to glow ultra white as my sadistic electric smile grows. Oh, how I love to be taken lightly. The lights around me start to flicker as I concentrate the energy into one ball. My veins turn black in my wrists as my blood burns from the heat. Hurting like hell, but not even close to what she is going though. Hurk and his buddies are big, beefy, and slow. One shot should knock them out, I hope. Her screams grow louder and the light was blinding. Once more I yelled to them.
“HEY!!!!”
The three look back to see my glowing fists of rage and the egotistical group smile and ask for it. I shoot off one big burst towards the middle of the group followed by three smaller ones that sprayed out a bit. Just as they are about to hit, the smallest of the three, a red head little muscle bound punk just had to be a fielder he was good but not good enough. With the three of them covered in this guys force field there was no way I could defeat them I start firing off small bursts to distract them. I charge towards the group hoping the forcefield was not a very strong one. It isn't, but when I got through, I meet a very unforgiving fist. The largest of the trio has the ability to turn his body into stone. He nearly breaks my jaw with one punch. I've had enough playing these little games. I look into the eyes of their helpless victim. Fuel for the flame. My body begins to glow and my hair begins to burn. I let out a sadistic scream, releasing a beam of pure energy through my mouth. My fits are electric. I charge towards them. The beam cuts one straight in half. My blows begin to land, tearing away at flesh revealing bone. I destroy the fielder in a matter of moments. The stone hedge grabs me around my waste and prepares to chuck me into a near by brick wall. I grab his wrists and the heat begins to turn him to lava. Fist less the rapist is left in pain and agony he begs for pity he does not want to die. I think he should suffer for what he has done. I leave him alive with wrists cauterized from my grips of rage. I can barely bring myself to look at this poor woman. I have no idea what to say. Ask her if she is okay? Of course she's not okay. I was never very good at this kind of thing. I would rather just run away. She is shivering still half naked from the assault. I offer her my jacket. She is too jumpy and still very frightened.
“ You are safe now miss. He can't hurt you now. Come with me, I don't want to leave you alone while I call the police.”
She starts to get up, but does not have the strength. I have to carry her to a nearby deli. She is losing a lot of blood the ambulance are on the way, she gasps for air and begins to speak.
“Thank you, I thought I was going to die back there. You really are some kind of hero.”
“Hero. That's not me. I'm as sick and sadistic. as the next person you needed help. I do what I feel is right.”
The shop owner begins to bandage her up in the distance, sirens can be heard. Inside, I look for answers. My smile has never been bigger then when I think of this world in flames. Still, I help keep the wheels on the bus rolling.
