The Blood Moon

Looking out the window, the city at night lit up beautifully, yet Reginald couldn't feel at peace.

Looking down at his sketchbook, he kept feeling as if there's something he needed to do. 

He took off his black spectacles on the wooden table, leaning further back in his chair. 

He recalled what was spoken today by the headmaster at his school and frowned. 

He looked down at his hands, narrowing his eyes in concatenation. 

Sweat slowly formed at the corner of his head before a small flame appeared in the middle of his palm.

"Ugh!" He fell back on his chair, "Everyone has some powerful evolutionary powers!" His arms dropped at his side, "What's the point of having such a cool power when I can barely light a fire in my hand." 

Looking at his spectacles, he felt like breaking it. He took it and pressed a small button on the side.

Click. 

A sound was heard, as light came out of the spectacles, slowly covering his whole body.

He turned and looked in the mirror, "What's the point of making such a cool mask, but it has no purpose." 

Staring right back at him, is someone wearing a mask with a lens shaped almost like a boomerang, glowing a bright orange, his dark red taper fade haircut in contrast to the orange. The black mask wrapped around his face except for his hair.

He dimmed down the orange and sighed. 

He pressed the button that turned it back into a spectacle. 

Looking out the window, he saw a small red moon. Dark clouds slowly move away. 

'Blood moon,' Reginald thought, 'Isn't that rare?' 

He looked back on his sketchbook, slowly drawing on it again. 

Drawing a woman who looked almost like him, he stopped drawing after a while. 

"If you were still here, how would you advise me," He put down his pencil, "Mom, I miss you. Everything feels like it's falling apart without you." He closed the book, feeling drowsy. 

"It is going to be 10 already?" He yawned, carrying his heavy body towards his bed. 

He just removed his spectacles and collapsed on the bed.