Faded

Dreams are wonderful in any world in any reality because in them is another place where laws cease and magic is an afterthought where all that ever could can be done. Countless fantasies yet few of them draw upon what exactly it means to simply want with only one to mind that embodies the very meaning.

Endet was a seeker of fun per say with innumerable

different ways to exact the feeling he craves from lust to hunger where others held disgust or denied their emotions he dwelled within them but of course they would never last until one day after a bout of self massage he found emotion beyond all other that lasted forever.

It didn't just suddenly come to him out of nowhere nor did he realize it on a whim oddly enough the miracle showed itself through the many years of life he lived like a child. Slowly book after book comic after comic what wasn't their materialized.

He lacked purpose or more properly put a dream.

Endet was aware of it a hunch in a way but he could never put the empty part of himself into words until recently when the next line of thought came about, what would be his ambition?

One would assume the creation of a dream to be easy but he would say otherwise in a consistent struggle for months on end to find something he would truly want to do he failed. His world held no magic, chakra, nen or any energetic substance similar to them, there was just science and the material existence of reality which came with it.

So he couldn't be a wizard king not really a big deal

His favorite story's were of warriors in the first place, maybe he could become the first superhuman?

There was no reason for him not to make this his life's goal and compared to his very first concept a dude slightly stronger then everyone else almost seemed lackluster but the reason behind why he would chose this instead urked him.

A little while ago he had finished his rewatch of one piece for about the thousandth time already caught up to the latest events, in the story over and over again dreams were depicted as to be had with absolute freedom despite whatever the world had to say about it. That was perfectly fine he agreed with it whole heartedly unfortunately when the actual world of actual laws themselves say no issues become apparent.

" I'll become superhuman.. " His words left him like a blunt knife unable to cut stake he couldn't accept them yet they were the most realistic.

30 years of age while still obsessed by all new and full of wonder would categorize most as childish but he loved what he loved and still performed his functional part in society. He had one lovely apartment filled to the brim with collectibles from the classic Superman to Meliodas

there was also two adorable muts to keep him company named Sharks because of his big head and sharp teeth and spot she had a massive black dot on her stomach surrounded by white.

Those two animals made the colorful home he lived in more so with the interactions between their opposite personalities an entertainment by itself.

Up until he made the decision of his life things unspecificly were great Endet made enough money as a biologist to spend frivolously in his cheap place of living but that would soon have to change.

And anticlimacticly it did his focus shifted from emotional self soothment to research and experimental exercises.

Many discoveries torn muscles, ligaments and ruptured blood vessels among other mishaps where the few noteworthy parts of his life until the last few days of his existence as Endet. Several years after he made a name for himself as the first real life superhuman due to his creation of force enhancers coincided by a method of movement to more effectively wear down the body in balanced amounts.

He took inspiration from steroids and simply boosted his body only it was just to the limit and with everything involved in the output of muscular force, basically chemically altered organs done through dumb lucked out self experimentation.

People who crowned him as a miracle didn't need to know the reason behind way he could flip a car several times over without a body genetically gifted for lifts he'd keep that part to the grave, selfish most definitely but if he pushed for justification a early end at the hands of others more selfish should cut it.

Inside one of the emergency centers several miles away from his old apartment, Endet laid stiffly on a steel propted bed. His eyes twitched open unfocused before they slowly cleared up to see four man in professional suits positioned next to one another at the opposite side of the room. Their frosted cold demeanor with the inability to feel or move his limbs inspired fear within him.

The drum of his heart didn't have long to beat for the most elderly among them stepped forward, the man gazed down at him for a moment pity flashed in them as he saluted. The one furthest to the man's right handed him a metal tray with two syringes on it both of the same color yet different tags.

There was no way endet could manage to keep his cool after he saw that the thought of what they were gunna do to him made his mind frantic but he couldn't resist , movement lower then the nose was impossible. He could only just observe and wait given their were no clues as to how he might escape.

The man didn't cater to his anxiety swiftly he crossed the room placed the tray on Endets legs and spoke indifferent words unbefit of a emotional creature.

" Terrorist Endet Alexander you are charged with offense against the prime order: act 2 of the forgotten laws states those self made undefined are no longer human thus before you are two injections derived of two choices.

One will wipe the memory of everyone who has ever been in contact with you directly or indirectly and you will be made apart of us. The other a dose of poison lethal enough to kill three elephants or a singular you! " The words left his white bearded mouth flawlessly tantamount to the practice he must of had with an unknown amount of others like him.

When his explanation finished the three behind him moved at once, two of them held down endets feet their muscles unnaturally enlarged while the other pointed at his head a high caliber assault weapon as the elderly man lowered his palm onto his chest. It was one old fragile hand but somehow the steel bed beneath him bent inwards slightly due to the weight it gave.

Their actions greatly panicked the paralyzed so called terrorist until he felt the tips of his fingers again and the return of sluggish movement. On instinct he flailed about with profanity's shoveled out of his mouth, the so called choice who ever these pricks are give him were nothing more then join or die and even if he chose death the legacy he made would vanish still.

To escape was the only actual option!

The bed heavier then a car buckled under his adrinalin filled body, the Palm that held him in place unable to move drew a gap between itself and his chest with the two others who gripped his legs forced to let go upon the sudden desperate kicks he unleashed on their abdomens. For a moment he thought himself free when the hand he left crushed the steel turned ruble into sheet metal.

Had he not fallen to the right his organs would be spat out through his mouth but he didn't focus on that while they were distracted this would be the best and last chance he could have to get out of there. Or he thought so when his breath hitched and a bullet he could barely make out on its way into his skull, Endet had no clue how he perceived the object but thanks to it he managed to tilt his head just enough to get out the way with barely a gash across the forehead as consequence.

Breath sped up along with the gunners finger but before he shot again he bolted out of there, the tiled floor cracked with each forceful step until his muscles fueled by fear blasted the thick wooden door off its iron hinges to the other side of the hallway. From there he booked it through the hospital so glued on how to get away he failed to see the mush of flesh he created behind the door.

" DONT ENGAGE! " The elderly man ordered in anger at the sight of his delusional subordinates attempt to chase. Their faces expressed hesitation until they felt the atmospheric pressure of the room increase, after that they stopped real quick.

The man was straight up livid somehow in a perfect advantage he and his failure of a team fucked up! Unfortunately his power set was attuned towards destruction a fact that made the best decision to contact better equipped reinforcements. While he contacted a operator to request for any nearby assistance he directed his team to stabilize the people for collective memory wipe.

" Code yellow I need any and all available support teams near my current location to assist in recapture! " Urgency was key the screams of panic proof enough with man, woman and children scurried about in utter chaos.

He needed to cover the dead body most importantly it was out in the open where most of the pedestrians could see the corpse. His line of thought changed corse when he got word back from the other side of his phone.

" There are no teams near you sir… but their is one individual supporter who.. "gasp" she's a monster sir!" The voice he heard from his phone suggested fear in which she should for by the all mighty's name humans as a species are ants below those entities.

As a captain stronger then most he could guarantee their absurd strength, atleast whoever was there could kill him easier then he could kill the weak superhuman that escaped his palm if he released his power.

Outside the hospital entrance Endet sprinted to his car the realization of a much grander world left secondary to the pain of his miserable right knee.

From the amount his injury hindered him he could ascertain they must have taken advantage of himself after the terrible session of exercise he had several days ago.

With the engine started his heart slowed down he needed to get out of there like completely out of the city nowhere was safe anymore a hidden society that deemed him Terrorist completely fucked him! He attempted to mellow himself with some radio music but the moment his hand touched the screen.

It slowly started to disappear…