dear me: a reminder of how i gained my powers

Dear me

i walked home from school after a grueling day of training now 19 years of age i was more in danger of hurt now, than ever danger, just so happened to appear as a Razor member. Razors were a gang of 12 whose ways of torture and punishment were demonic at the least of it Sodomy and branding were common ways of torture, the razor member emerged from the dark and pinned him to the wall "you that sex worker ay?" "no not me anymore screw off" I spat as i tried to walk away from him the Razor punched me in the stomach and held him in place "look let me go" I said weakly as the Razor unbuckled his pants I tried to break free i've dealt with creepy guys before but not of this level i needed to think fast i tapped into my mind as the Razor member turned me around and dug my face into the wall I found my way and kicked the razor in the crotch "fýge makriá mou! " i shouted the Razor member flew to the wall "gonatíso!" i bellowed The razor member kneeled before Me as his figure shook "piáse to óplo" The Razor member grabbed the gun he was holding now under my control.

"piéste to sto kefáli sas" The razor member put the gun to his head…

i raised my fingers to snap as i said one final word

"Vlastos"

BLAM!