With zero effort he threw me across the room. Before I even hit anything he was able to teleport behind me and knock me out of the air. Such speed! Before I could process what happened he was behind me. He returned to his original spot with incredible swiftness, "Get up Victor I won't ask again." I couldn't get up no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't even speak. "Tchh, weak…" he muttered under his breath. His foot caught me in the side with tremendous force. Next thing I knew I was on my back staring up at the ceiling and everything started to spin. "I said get up!" He screamed at me. Using the last of my strength I got up on my feet. Just getting up drained the last of my energy. I brought my fists close to my face, getting myself in a fighting position. "Come on ya bastard, I ain't going down that easy. I'm going to make you pay!" I said angrily. The strain on my body was immense, I could barely keep my eyes open.
He licked his lips. "Mm maybe you won't be so boring to fight after all." His voice was so sinister. Everytime I blinked he teleported closer. I can't read his movements at all! His fist catches me in the stomach and I double over gasping and coughing up blood. My eyes start scanning the room frantically and somehow he's gone. As I am wiping the blood from my mouth his leg catches me in the mouth. A sickening crack echoes throughout the room. He broke my jaw?! He's not even trying! He's just toying with me! How am I supposed to win this fight?! "Awee did I hit you too hard?" He said mockingly. He was seriously pissing me off now. I have to give this everything I got even though I am running on straight adrenaline I still have a little fight left in me.
Retaking my fighting stance I get ready for his next assault except this time I'm using the rest of my power. Damnit where was that odd power when I needed it the most! Suddenly he's gone once more, he's going to surprise me again! Remember why you have to win! For the ones you couldn't save, so breathe Vic- become one with your surroundings. HAH got you this time, he appears again, his fist going straight for my face. I swiftly block with my hand out of pure instinct. His fist connects with the palm of my hand and a horrid cracking noise rings out. He had broken every bone in my hand from the impact of the blow. If I hadn't blocked that punch I'm sure my head would've been taken clean off! In the blink of an eye he swings again but this time I barely block it. My other hand is completely shattered as well. I can no longer use either of my hands. The pain is so agonizing I can barely stand it.
"This isn't nearly as fun as I thought it would be. You're nothing but a worthless human like all the rest. Such a disgusting and imperfect race, I thought you would be different but I was mistaken. I'll be doing this world a favor by ridding it of filth like you. Maybe you can serve your world with a purpose as one of my experiments. Regardless, it's time to end this! Machine gun blow, 1st form, rapid fire punches!"
Before I could reply a deadly assault of punches hit me all that same time, relentlessly pounding my body. I can't even fight back or stop him, it hurts so bad…everything hurts! I don't want to die at the hands of this bastard! Suddenly it had stopped, the attacks. The pain had stopped and he was standing with his back turned towards me. He hadn't even broken a sweat. I looked down and there were holes, my body full of them, blood gushing out profusely between my fingers. I tried applying pressure with my limp hands but it was no use. This was it, this is how I die? My life started fading fast and the last thing I heard was his voice.
"Pathetic," he muttered. "You'd be far more useful as a pile of human mush on my table than a living person." Before I knew it the darkness had swallowed me whole. I felt this emptiness take over me; it was a feeling I thought I was familiar with. I was wrong, this is very different. I was falling into a neverending empty void. Was this what death really felt like? It's nothing how I imagined, maybe the afterlife is a joke and it's just an infinite expansion of darkness.
I started to relive my memories in my head as there was nothing else to do. I had my body back intact but I couldn't speak or move in this domain. What did it matter if I could move or not anyway that wasn't important now. When I was a kid I was so obsessed with heroes, I had figures of them, clothes of them, posters of them…I wanted to be just like them when I was older. Of course that was before I was diagnosed as powerless. My favorite Hero is the rank 2 hero Damian T. known as the wildman. He was so cool I remember dressing up as him and playing hero around the house. My mother thought it was so cute but my dad thought I was ignorant like my brother and I should aim to be something realistic.
My mother was always in my corner and kept my test results private from me so I could enjoy my youth and dream to be whatever I wanted. Most kids wanted to be astronauts or rock stars but I wanted to be a hero just like my older brother. My brother was ranked 12 in the U.S. and died 5 years after enlisting. He died in the line of duty at age 20. He saved 100's of lives as the agility hero, Silver Bullet. We were all devastated and it sent my dad down a dark hole of alcohol and he became abusive towards me and my mother. I remember one night he came in wasted and he was extra pissed. My mother had asked what he had been doing all night and he promptly replied with "None of your fucking business woman!". He then began hitting her over and over in a drunken rage.
I dressed up as my favorite super hero once again and I tried to stop him from beating my mother…it didn't work and he ended up beating the shit out of me breaking multiple bones and I was only 10 at the time. While he was beating me he said this "You little ignorant piece of shit why don't you just give up, you're just going to get killed like your stupid brother! You don't even have damn powers like the rest of us! You're a damn disgrace for a son! You will never amount to your brother in a million years so just give up!".
After that my father disowned me and I was sent bouncing around foster homes until I was old enough to work and get a place of my own. I would've lived with my mom but she chose to stay with my dad and ended up killing herself months after I was kicked out. My theory was that she stayed with him to keep him away from me at all costs and eventually she couldn't take it anymore.
Do you think I can still be a hero, mom? Why aren't you here when I need you the most! I can still save you right?! Can I still be just like you, Brother? I was too late…Just as I finally discovered I had a power my life was stripped away from me.
My dad is probably rotting somewhere in hell right now. I hate that sick bastard. He's the reason I am so alone and push people away. He ruined my childhood and practically killed my mom. This is all his fault!
Despite all my emotional turmoil I somehow hit the bottom of what I thought was an endless pit. But I felt no pain from the impact. It was like I landed on a cloud that broke my fall. A voice came from the darkness. "Do not be afraid, my child, for I have brought you here." An entity who looked to be made the void of space approached me, its stars and all. "You are special Victor, truly one of a kind. It's true you aren't powerless but you seem to have figured that out already. You are one of my 10 vessels, you are the 10th. A few humans selected by me receive a tiny fraction of it." What is this thing talking about? Was this all real? "Usually that power manifests into a flare based on the user's background and is leagues above most other flares. Yours hasn't though, you are wielding 1% of my raw power, Victor. That is what makes you such a valuable asset to me. Therefore I can't let you die just yet. So get up and fight my son and prove me right, prove you are a worthy successor to my power." That was the last thing it said before I woke up in my house.
How am I back? What the hell was that? Me some kind've vessel for a god? That couldn't be right. I should be freaking out but for some reason this all felt right. Like this was the power I deserved from the start. Even with what I know now I'm not even sure how to draw out this 1% fully yet. That's why I was beaten so badly by that man. It could only make sense that he was one of the 10, that's why he was so strong. I have to train, find a way to make this power my own even if it's 1%. This is how I can become a hero just like my big brother!
The first order of business was to get myself cleaned up. I figured I only have so much time before that man or his goons return. I went back to the bathroom, everything in my house was a mess, our fight trashed my place, furniture and garbage everywhere. I looked at myself in the mirror, the holes were gone and I wasn't bleeding anymore. It was like the fight had never happened in the first place. I took a shower and changed clothes. My choice of attire was gray cargo pants, tennis shoes, and a black hoodie which I pulled over my head. I had to say goodbye to my house, it was no longer a safe place for me to live. I brought no personal belongings with me. This was the start of a new chapter in my life. And with that being said I exited my house and started down the sidewalk.
Your end isn't now.