I can only think about the time I got my powers. I, of course, got it in the wrong place and at the wrong time. With Buildings crumbling and people getting crushed. Blood and gore spraying all over the place. It was a nightmare. Yet, the ways powers can awaken are incredible.
I stopped thinking about that memory after I saw a car pull up to the premises. It was a casual Lambo. Two individuals got out of the vehicle. I saw one of them was wearing a black hoodie while the other one was wearing a jacket. Then, another showed up from the building. The individual had a wife beater and some shorts. I couldn’t see that well. All I could see was their location, as two were near the car, and the other person was near the door of the building. I knew it was time.
“Was it successful?” said one of them, “Yeah, we got 4,000$ Boss.” My eyes were wide with excitement as I positioned myself. I let some blood cover the outside of my legs, then hardened them. My blood was unique, to say the least. I could harden and soften my blood at any density which allowed me to create and coat myself with it. Usually, when I pull my blood out of my body, it feels like moving a natural liquid like saliva, except the fact it could be from anywhere in my body.
“Good, come inside.” I soon jumped down. It was about a seven-story drop. I wasn’t stupid. Jumping from that height can lead to a broken leg or be lethal, but I knew I wouldn’t get hurt. I crashed into the car. My legs still felt a large amount of pain, but I could take it. I heard the car alarm go off as glass scattered everywhere, and I smashed the car’s roof in.
“Hero!” one of them screamed as they pulled out a gun. Yet, I shot a blood arrow out of the top of my wrist, which impaled the black hooded thug in the throat. I could hear them trying to yell out in pain before dying.
My blood arrows are created by hardening my blood and using it as a weapon. It's like shooting out webs like Spiderman or spiting at Mach 2.
The others shot at me, but I hid at the back of the Lambo to take cover. As the loud gunshot went off, I developed a plan. I coated my fist with blood and punched the back of the car. The car went sideways and crashed into the building. The gunshots stopped, and I could hear the muffled screams of the thugs before they stopped. Then I realized something.
“Fuck!” I yelled as my dumbass forgot how cars work. It exploded, sending me back to the ground. It took me a few seconds to get up; then it hit me. The money was inside the car. I’m a fucking idiot. I hope the money was in a fireproof case that didn’t pop open.
Then I ran to the car and checked the trunk. I infused some of my blood into my arms and tore it off with some difficulty. Inside were some mags, a bag, and some rope. I grabbed the bag to see what was inside: the money. Then I deactivated my Blood Hardening, which made my blood suck back inside me.
My greed got the best of me. Got to be careful next time. I put the bag on my back and looked at the damage I caused. I left one thug in a pool of blood, and the car buried the other two.
I walked over to the thug, pulled out the blood arrow that killed him, and then started to absorb all of his blood. Absorbing blood feels weird at times. It feels like you're drinking from a straw on your fingers.
Then, I absorbed all the thug’s blood. It may be unsanitary, but I absorbed people’s blood so I could gain more power. Also, to have more blood to store for the future, even if it has different blood types. I looked down both of the alleyways to see if anyone was watching. I mean, I had a hoodie on in case anyone saw me.
Then I ran home so heroes didn’t find me out here.
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When I arrived home with the money, it was dawn, which meant my family would soon get up.
I Lived in an apartment complex with my mother, father, and brother. We were always poor, but that didn’t mean our parents weren’t slops. My parents were strict on cleanliness and morals. I was clean all the time, but when I started my night raids two weeks ago, I needed to ensure debris or other substances didn’t get near my apartment.
I went to the back of the building and checked the basement. No one was there. The washers and dryers were often in the basement, and the only camera present was near the stairs.
I opened the basement window as it creaked. Then I jumped to the floor. I noticed it was silent, meaning no one was coming down here. I closed the window and reached the door I was looking for.
Beyond the washers was a large hallway with locked doors to storage rooms. There were five rooms, four of which were occupied with junk and the last one empty.
After I reached the door, I made my finger into a sharp blood pick. Then, I put it through the side gap and moved the internal lock. After I picked up the lock, I entered the room, turned on the light, closed the door, and locked it.
I had two locks on the doors: the basic lock and a slide lock made of my blood that only I could lock and open. This was in case the landlord wanted to open the door.
Before I came, the room had only two things: a small table and an empty shelf. Documents and pictures cover the table, and some boxes fill the shelf.
The documents were about heroes and villains. Superheroes don’t publicize all their abilities willy-nilly. They often have several classes: strength, speed, intelligence, and their ability name. This scale is frequently vague, and that’s on purpose. Heros documents their basic abilities, like Highrise, with his ability to manipulate air. Villains are different. They often tell you of all their powers, down to the last detail.
I placed the bag of money on the ground and looked. It was 6:03 a.m. I took the money from the bag and put it in a box. Then, I took the bag and placed it on the shelf. I turned off the lights, left the room, and locked the door. Then I checked if anyone was in the basement, and no one was. I quickly climbed out of the back window and closed it. Then, I used the fire escape to reach my room.
I entered through the window and changed my clothes. I didn’t own a costume and didn’t want one right now. Many, if not most, superpowered humans use costumes, usually to stand out and protect themselves from their identity. Villains get the short end of the stick as they take the most significant blow to identity. Villains kill more people who see or recognize their faces.
I packed my school materials in my backpack and prepared myself as exhaustion swept in. “Louis, breakfast is ready,” my mom said, as she often made casual breakfast: eggs and toast. “Ok, I be right out,”
I left the room in my school clothes and wore a casual blue shirt and jeans. When I got to the table, ready to eat, my mom asked, “Can you bring your brother’s food to his room?”
“Alright.” I grabbed the food and brought it to my brother’s room. My brother is in a medical bed with some tubes attached to him. My brother had muscular dystrophy. A genetic disease that forced him to stay bedridden for most of his life. He got this disease when he was only five years old. He is eleven years old and in bed and could never experience life.
Because of superhumans, advanced medical treatments exist due to powers that give them higher intelligence and healing. Yet, heroes and the rich use these treatments. People in the middle and lower classes often receive only cheaper, ineffective options.
I placed the breakfast on the side of the bed. “I hope you have a nice day,” he said softly. “Thank you. Enjoy your breakfast,” I said, hearing him breathing in and out.
There is a reason I need that money to get enough for that treatment. It costs around 10,000$, EACH FUCKING MONTH FOR 3 YEARS. The prescription also costs $200,000 per year. Right now, I can’t achieve this money goal as my parents struggle to pay for the cheap version, and I greatly help them.
I grabbed my backpack, books, and a cheap computer and ran out the door.
...
When I arrived at school, it was 7:55 a.m., which was terrible. However, my school was only a mile away so I could walk there.
I entered the school in a rush, as class was only in five minutes, so I ran down the hallway to find my classroom. I had to navigate through the students who were rushing while others stayed around like nothing was wrong in this world. I took my seat and wiped the sweat off my face. “Hey, loser!” I heard someone say from the side of me.
I looked to the side, and it was Julie Rosa. She was your typical high school bitch. A Ten out of ten. A Group of girls follows her around. Every boy wants her. She and her friends bully other girls for her, as she believes the queen ‘doesn’t touch pathetic losers or poor people.’ However, she does look out for her friends.
“What do you want?” I said.
“You’re in my seat. So, can you get your poor ass out of there? I don’t want your germs on my seat,”
“Womp, womp, I got here first. So fuck off.” I said. Then I saw people looking at us.
“Ugh, fine,” Julie slammed her hand on my desk. “I hope you end up like your brother so I don’t have to see your pathetic face again,”
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I gave her a hard stare. She turned around and walked to another desk near the back of the class. The teacher walked in, missing out on the conversation. Sometimes I want to kill people. You will get those thoughts if you have powers, especially if you hate someone. But I can’t be like those villains, or I will lose myself. Sure, she is an asshole, but she doesn’t rape, kill, or traffic kids.
I heard the Bell ring as the teacher, Ms. Barn, told us to calm down.
“Today, we have a pop quiz in section 3.4,” she said, which caused the class to yell.
It’s 8:00 a.m. No one wants to do this fucking shit.
I sigh, now getting ready for another exhausting day.
...
When walking from my fourth-period class to my fifth-period lunch, I often ran to the cafeteria as the line filled up and all the food disappeared. Luckily, my fourth-period teacher let us out early to get there.
My lunch was often good in my school if you had the money. Mashed potatoes and corn were just the cheapest stuff on the menu. It’s not my favorite dish, but it’s good enough. I could spend some of my ‘money,’ but I would not dare to touch it unless I had no legal money.
I got my lunch and sat down with some good friends, Jake and Diego. Jake was a typical weed addict, while Diego was more of a guy who typically got into a lot of trouble.
“Don’t you have perverted lessons today?” asked Jake, as I could hear some of his sarcasm.
“That shit spread that fast,” I said, surprised, then Diego added, “Yeah, Jordan is getting fucking cooked.”
Jordan was my student tutor for chemistry. However, I learned that he was a fucking weirdo who took pictures of girls under skirts. Likely a future sex offender.
“Yeah, bro, Juile was fucking pissed, so pissed in fact that her knight and shining armor Luc-ass, and his football goblins beat the living shit out of him so much that Bro was in a near full body cast,”
“Gezz, he was trying to get some game to one of Julie’s friends,”
“Nah, bro, he was being a full pervert on Sasha; luckily, Julie caught him,” Jake clarified.
“Sasha is dam hot, but yeah, Jordan is weird as fuck,” added Diego
Lucas, the varsity football team captain, was a jock and a half: blond hair, 6′4, All muscle. I have only met him a few times since he is a busy Junior. Lucas started dating Julie about a few months ago. I remember that he often confronted people who shit-talked about her or when Julie told him to confront someone.
As I ate my food, the cafeteria was filled with people. Then Jake looked at his phone, and I saw his eyes widen.
“Oh my fucking god, both of you go look on super-social. Brutal Super Fights posted this crazy video,”
“Why are you looking at heroes and villains getting splattered into gore?” I asked. “Just look at your phones, this shit has 200k likes,”
Diego and I pulled out our phones, logged on to the site, and found the post. I saw the post caption, ‘taken in Chicago,’ and a video was attached.
“Is it a video? This better not be a prank. I don’t want to see gore,” I said. “Yeah, Jake, I don’t want to see someone’s spine get ripped off or their head exploding,”
I looked at the video. Someone recorded it from a window overlooking a dark, poorly lit alley. Then I saw a car pull up with two people coming out of it, and my eyes went wide as I started to recognize where this was.
Then the video continued as I expected; I landed on the car, used a blood arrow to kill one of the thugs, and punched the car into the building, nearly setting it ablaze.
At the end of the video, a Zoom shot of me absorbing blood shows me starting to look around, and that’s when the cameraman ducked down and ended the video.
“Bro, we have a new villain to deal with,” I said. “You kidding me? That motherfucker absorbed blood; you know how scary of an ability that is.”
“Jake’s right; if that villain could place a hand on you, he can likely suck you up dry,”
“Pause,” I and Jake said in unison. Then I added, “It could be a she,”
“Yeah, sure, bro. Diego started to say, “If it were a she, her Ti...”, but he was interrupted. “So you are the one who sent me this cringe love confession,”
I saw Sasha looking at Diego. She had dark skin and wore a sweater, jeans, and gym shoes. She was holding a letter.
Jake started to laugh, But Sasha yelled back. “Shut up, you fat pig!”
“Oh, come on, do I look like I’m an obese pig? Of course not,” He talked back. Soon, Sasha started to argue, and Sasha’s friends came over to likely support her.
I looked at my phone, not wanting to deal with the situation, and I decided to look at the comments on the post while my friends dealt with that shit.
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Luckyboyuu21: Bro, why is it in 144p? Mf recorded on his mother’s laptop from the 80s.
SukunaKing92: Yeah, this shit is worse than that Vivio fight.
Ewegamer69: Bud, I hope to god it’s a nasty bitch
Slothnetheir323: Bud, go outside and get some real bitches
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Skitterfangirl3: Go promote your trash somewhere else
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Villain_Connoisseur45: I don’t know man. He either dies in the next few days or joins a notable supervillain team.
Nigteron38: Bruh, I bet he will join the Kereos and the Helldrivers, Those two groups like slaughtering Mfs in Chicago.
Villain_Connoisseur45 Replied to Nigteron38: Yeah, but I want to see what he will do next unless his dumbass got caught already.
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That guy is right. Now, I’m on the villain’s and hero’s radar. I haven’t explored my power far enough yet. I know I can regenerate, coat my skin in blood, absorb blood, and create small constructs, but if I want to get stronger, I will need to be more creative.
“HEY, Don’t think you’re out of this situation,” I heard another voice. I looked over, and it was Candice. She was a blond bitch who was always yapping about something, often wearing a lovely dress. “Bruh, what situation? This is none of my doing; now go back to watching My Little Pony on your phone,” I said, relating a little laugh.
“OH SHUT UP,”
“What? You’re annoying me,” I said as I grabbed my back and finished lunch to throw it out. “Can you help us,” I heard Jake and Diego say.
“Nah, you asked for it; you deal with it,” I said. However, I saw a much taller figure heading my way and immediately knew who it was.
“Hello, Louis. Can you have a chat with me?” I heard Lucas. The tone he was giving made me wonder if he was mad or calm. “Well?” I heard from Candice. I turned to see her smirk. Then, I turned to my friend, who gave me the middle finger out of spite.
I groaned. Then, I followed Lucas to his table. I saw a few of his teammates. The football team at Cliff High was no small joke. People say they might not look like much, but they are one of the best teams in the state. They would smash me through a wall if I did not use my powers. I saw one of their practices, and their coach pulled out a concrete wall and smashed into it. Most Athletes were more potent than most average humans by a significant amount but not as strong as superhumans.
I sat down at the table with everyone looking at me like I was about to be executed or something. Then I saw Lucas sit down next to me.
“Listen, Louis. I don’t want you to talk shit about my girlfriend; you likely heard rumors about me, so let’s cut to the chase. Julie is hosting her 16th birthday party soon, and you will be her butler.”
“What the fuck?” I said in shock, and even some of the boys at the table were giving weird looks, “NO! I’d rather get my arms broken,”
“Oh, I know, but I do want to tell you something,” Lucas whispered, coming closer to my ear. “Julie has pictures of you in a magical girl costume, in and out of it; I would recommend you just listen to her,” then got chills up my entire body with his smile plastered on his face.
Do other people know embarrassment is worse than death? I would rather die than tell people I was a villain or wore a magical girl outfit. It was true, but I didn’t want to do it.
I did it for money. My parents didn’t have enough money for rent for one month, so I needed to help them, looking everywhere for a place to make quick money. There was this anime convention back in the summer where I would get 200$ if I cosplayed as part of this popular magical girl group. The process was painful and tedious to get in. Luckily, my parents could pay for me on time because of this.
However, if this got out, I would get bullied for the rest of my years, and to be honest, I don’t know if I would be able to be mentally stable by the end of it. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE HAVE POWER OVER ME; I wish I could use my power without my identity being exposed. It was not that easy killing someone who had money; I would be a priority target, and I didn’t want to kill her.
“Fine, when is this party at,” I said, now pissed off. “Not so fast; you will be Julie’s servant, not just for the party, but helping her with the party and cleaning the after-party,”
I scowled. So it’s not just a one-day thing.
“Also, what kind of party do you need a butler?”
“A significant party to her, me, all of her friends, and other families will be attending,”
Julie was also wealthy, very wealthy. Cliff High was one of the best schools in the State of Illinois. I got in because of my good grades. That didn’t mean that bullying went on, and other shady shit, but one good thing is that this school doesn’t have a strict dress code.
“So, why is she doing this?” I asked. “I don’t know; I think she just hates you. Anyway, the party is in a few weeks so that you will be helping her tomorrow and trying funny shit. I will tell you that she will know and will do it.”
I heard his friends giggle and make negative and positive remarks, such as, ′ Dam bro is lucky,′ or, ‘Dam, Julie has a new slave.’
“Ok, thank you for telling me about the opportunity.”
“I’m just trying to look out for my fellow climbers,” he said, lying. He didn’t care for me. Both were evil, and both enjoyed this. I will get back to them.
...
Right after school, I went straight to my following location. I would have gone home, but I usually bring my ‘stuff’ to school. As stupid as it is, a black hoodie will not get you weird looks unless you are alone in an alley chasing someone; maybe a mask would.
It took about an hour’s walk to reach my new location. During one of my classes, I often looked up places where no one would go. Trees surrounded it, and some run-down buildings—the perfect place to test some abilities.
Going to these locations to train was always risky, as anyone could show up without warning. If lucky, some were thugs, villains, or heroes in the worst-case scenario.
I will need it anyway because now the public and the Superhuman community are aware of me, I think; I don’t know; I mean, it’s just one video.
I only went on two-night raids and two Power tests, and they had no real issue except for the immoral killing. Gaining 10,000$ with the third now with 14,000$. However, It would take 10 years to get a million, and I need to use the money to help my parents.
I went near some trees to stay out of sight. I changed my into a black hoodie and put on my mask. Since this was my ‘debut,’ I only wore a hoodie. Now, I need to make sure no one sees my face.
The mask I brought with me was a generic one with horns. It had a black and gray scheme.
I quickly scanned the central area. It was an abandoned four-story building with some open parts showcasing its age.
“Dam, this place is about to fall apart,”
I quickly traveled inside to find a location to test. I looked around for a few minutes before I could spot a somewhat open area with four concrete pillars, two nearly falling apart, and some light shining in. I laid my backpack on one of the more stable pillars on the bottom.
In my other power tests, I mostly tried to control more of my blood and do something with it. I was also trying to learn some combat skills. My uncle taught me how to throw a punch, but you need more in a super battle or a better chance of living.
I got to testing with my powers. I hand healed my hand out, and then it flowed out and formed into what I wanted. Creating blood structures felt like getting hardened sand and forming what you want with your mind.
I held a blood sword, which I looked at with curiosity. I took a stance, gripped my blood sword, and swung the blade at the concrete before me.
The blade went through the concrete as if it were made of butter. The concrete fell aside from being broken into pieces, and some of the dust got on me.
I retracted my blood back into me. However, I felt something was off; I was being watched, like someone ready to jump me, and turned into a lunch for a predator.
I looked around my surroundings, and my heart stopped for a moment. To the right of me, I could see three heroes from the halls I had entered. Oh fuck.