Iâd always dreamed of being a super hero. Soaring through the sky, saving people, and rescuing cats. Since I was a child, all my friendships were based on who would I be most compatible with, in order to increase my powers as much as I could. Not long before I was born, there was a catastrophe. Some sort of world-wide infection with some sort of poisonous agent. The weakest died, in terrible pain to be honest, but those who survived carried on with their lives with no changes at all, or so they tought. Slowly but steadily, they began to notice that, depending on who you came in touch with, people had certain⌠Special abilities. For example, a couple in a backyard trying to start a fire for their barbacue, kiss, and unwillingly create a flame that appears just in the logs they are using. Or two twins who are about to get in deep trouble for breaking momâs favourite vase, hold hands, and wish for the vase to fix itself. Surprisingly enough, it works.
From there, people began experimenting. Is it just with a certain person? Or are there combinations depending on who takes part? Can a pair lose their powers, or can these evolve accordingly to the relationship? That is why I chose my friendships with the biggest caution ever. I wanted to be powerful. The thing is, nobody would let me hold hands with them, or even fist-bump them, for some strange reason. As I grew older, I also became more reserved, to the point of not even looking someome in the eye if they were talking to me, or answering badly to whoever disagreed with me. I refused to let anyone touch me, and eventually people forgot about me, and totally ignored me. Everyone kept on going as if I didnât exist. Well, not everyone. There was Bon. He was the most annoying human being ever, and we quickly became enemies. Constantly insulting and fighting each other, to the point where we had to be kept apart.
That worked, for a while. Until he discovered that with the girl who sat next to him in class his telekinetic powers were quite impressive. No need to come close, and he could mess with me as much as he liked. The day everything began was the day he decided to mess with my water. I had it over my table, next to my physics homework. Suddenly, the bottle began to shake, and exploded. He began laughing so hard he fell off the chair, and the poor girl sitting next to him looked at me all embarrased. I took a deep breath and stood up, calmly, and approached Bon. Everyone was quiet, and looked at me as I moved.
â Listen to me, and listen carefully: â I said, as I placed my boot on his face â the next time you use someone else to mess with me, I will make sure to punch you so hard your eyes fall from your eye sockets. Have you understood?
I hadnât raised my voice at all, and yet the silence surrounding as was so strong you could feel it pressing onto your skin. He went pale for a moment, before he grabbed my leg and tried to bring me down with him. I stood still, pressing harder onto his face, until his cocky grin turned into a painful humm, and blood began to run down his face.
â Have. You. Understood. â It wasnât a question this time, it was a threat. I was ready to step on his head and make it pop like a grape.
Catching the look in my eyes he nodded slightly, so I took my boot away from him, and returned to my spot. However, as he was walking out of the class, he decided to smack me, perhaps as a revenge, perhaps to show how strong he was, but I turned around just on time to catch his wrist in my hand. Skin with skin. At first a surprised gasp travelled around the class, then I realised. I had been five, maybe six years without touching any sort of human skin, and now, I was wasting my first try on him. Surprisingly enough, nothing happened, at least not until we began to rise above the floor, surrounded by a blinding light, that came from who-knows-were. Everything around us was spinning quickly. We looked at each other in great surprise for a second, then the surprise turned into realisation, and then to disgust. I let go of him, and we both fell to the floor with a loud thump. As I raised my head to look around, I saw it: there was nothing. Where moments ago there was a class full of people, now there was nothing apart from dust. But it was not only our class. As my eyes began to adjust, everything took its shape. The closest part to us was totally calcinated, but as further away as you looked, the dust turned into burnt, and then to flames, still burning, and dead bodies. The smell of cooked human flesh began to invade everything, and the corpses began to appear.
I blinked, slowly. I had found the strongest of powers, and I had to share it with the only person I wanted to use it against.
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