2 Choices

"Now, listen here woman. You have two choices. One, I do what I want with the boy and you can go. Only after watching a bit though. Or, your boy here can get off with watching me do what I please to you." He cackled in a disgusting tone.

"T-That's not my son..." My mother responded hesitantly while holding back tears with her knees on the ground.

"Oh? I thought the crimson eyes ran in the family. Usually being red-eyed means you have a powerful Birthright. I was sure you were related. By the pale skin and black hair. Guess I was wrong."

"That leaves only option one then kid." He smiled with pleasure.

I couldn't believe it. By my own mother. Betrayed, and forgotten. Like every other disabled person in this society. What a corrupt world that I live in.

"Well, lady are you disabled? I was sure your so- ahem sorry, I mean that this kid here had a powerful ability. But now I'm sure he's just another disabled weakling such as yourself." He told my mother while wiping the blood off his dark-skinned nose.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

What a weakling. I'm so powerless to stop him. If only I had a Birthright. My mother and I don't have the blessings others do. Even my father could do something. If only I had an ability like him. But, I must do something. Anything!

"Hey, Twinkles! Leave my mother alone!" I screamed with the little volume I could.

"You brat! I gave you a chance but now I'm going to enjoy ripping you apart!" He looked at me with maniacal eyes as he angrily threatened me.

*Fwoosh*

I was thrown aside with devastating force. Crashing into the coffee table.

*Crack*

"Ahh!" Screaming with pain, I clutched the right side of my body.

I must've broken a rib, maybe two. But, that doesn't matter. I must stop this bastard and save my mother. Even if she doesn't give a damn about me.

I grabbed a broken leg off the sad excuse of a table. Looking past it, I saw Moonlight treacherously crawling to my mother. Light bending all around them, they started to fade. I grabbed my shirt and ripped it. Peeling of the red fabric, I wrapped my broken wrist and made a sling.

My view getting murkier by the minute, I sprinted towards Moonlight's back. With all the effort I had, I jumped into the air and swung down hard.

"Not so fast kid!" Quickly moving his hand at me, yelling like a madman.

He shot a condensed laser right through my left shoulder. I inwardly screamed, barely keeping myself from collapsing due to the agonizing pain. I pushed through the unmanageable pain.

"That the best you got kid! Because your a sad excuse of a son."

"I kept you alive so you could watch. Too bad she isn't your mother. I think I'd enjoy it more if she was." He grinned from ear to ear.

I smiled.

"Whatchu smiling for? Huh?" He looked confused, lowering his smile.

"I'm smiling, because you've lost." I laughed with all I had, before wincing from the pain.

My vision failing me, I fell to the ground.

Moonlight noticed that something was off. The leg that the kid held had disappeared from his hand. How could he miss the object that almost killed him?

Then it hit him, quite literally. He opened his mouth, blood surfacing.

"What? H-How?" He turned to the right, seeing the red-eyed-women holding a piece of wood. That was embedded in his chest.

He thought that it looked awfully familiar to the table leg Oliver was holding. While choking on the few breaths he had left, all the unpleasant memories came back to him.

Tears came trickling down his cheeks. He looked up at the moon. The shimmering reflective light bouncing off his eyes.

"But, I was p-powerful, I was blessed with unimaginable power." He huffed, falling to the floor, "How could a powerless kid like you beat m-me?!"

His last breath drew. Defeated by his own pride. His own power blinding him of the fact that, he too was only human.

***

Now, as I said before, this was the catalyst that started my path for vengeance. Heroes are a false conception in this world. Before I show you the rest of how it all began, know that from now, this reaccoutment will take place in order from how it all started. Prepare yourselves...

Until our story catches up to the present...

***

My eyes shot open. The first thing I saw was white. The white roof of a hospital.

"Oh, your awake. How do you feel Mr. Wright?" The voice came from a nurse, blonde hair wrapped around her uniform with purple eyes radiating from under her glasses.

"I heard you were in the accident that occured last night on Wilbur Street?" The nurse seemed concerned.

"My name is Nurse Olivia. You may call me by my hero name, Stimpak." She blushed, "It's an embarrassing name, given to me by my peers."

Stimpak, that is an odd name indeed. It's probably best if I play along.

"Ah yes, it is a wonderful name." I winced at the pain my words caused.

"Oh it is, is it?!" Her glasses cracked from the immense aura her eyes gave off.

A deadly aura was sent in my direction, I tried shielding myself with my arm. Not knowing it was bandaged tightly. Chills went down my spine. Almost making me lose consciousness.

"I'm sorry how foolish of me. Remind me again Nurse Olivia, how'd I get here?" I asked bravely. Hoping my courage would put me in her favor.

It didn't.

"Yes yes, well like I said, last night a group of criminals robbed a bank on Wilbur Street. No heroes were in range to intercept them. They got away unfortunately, and harming the people in their way to boot." She looked sincere.

"A few people tried to stop them with their Birthrights, but all in vain. Did you attempt to stop them as well? Your injuries were too precise to be caused by rubble or debris." She pushed her glasses up as she spoke.

"Ah, no I didn't. I don't have a Birthright." I answered her after pausing.

Immediately after my answer, the murderous aura was released back towards me. With more intensity this time than before. The chill I felt previously was like a snowflake in comparison to this blizzard I was trudging through.