The cost of the power

Ethan sat alone in the alley, his body still trembling from the adrenaline rush of the recent battle. The robber's lifeless body lay nearby, a stark reminder of the brutality he had just endured. As the initial rush of victory faded, Ethan's mind began to wander, and he found himself longing for the comfort of his family, he really missed his loving family..

He closed his eyes, trying to recall their faces, their voices, the warmth of their embrace. But something was wrong. The memories refused to come into focus. Ethan's heart began to pound as panic set in. He tried harder, desperately searching the depths of his mind for any trace of his loved ones.

"Mom... Dad... Where are you?" he said to himself, his voice crying with fear. "Why can't I remember you?"

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His power, the ability to create temporal checkpoints, came at a terrible cost—it was feeding on his memories. Each reset, each alteration of the timeline, was erasing pieces of his past, his identity.

"No..." Ethan's voice rose in a desperate way "Please, give me back my memories. I can't lose them. I can't lose you."

The alley remained silent, the only response the soft patter of raindrops on the ground. Ethan's panic turned to anger as he directed his frustration at the unseen force that controlled his fate.

"You son of a bitch!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "Give me back my memories! I won't let you take them from me, fuck you shadow you piece of shit you fucking retard fucking worthless bitch useless motherfucker!"

Ethan's mind raced as he tried to piece together the fragments of his past. He remembered snippets of his life, fleeting images and sensations that seemed to slip away as soon as he grasped them. It was like trying to hold onto smoke, elusive and fleeting.

"Why is this happening to me?" he asked, his voice laced with anguish. "What have I done to deserve this?" He started to cry.

The rain started to fall, a cruel reminder of the tears he had shed and the pain he had endured. Ethan felt alone, adrift in a world that seemed determined to strip him of everything that made him who he was.

"I won't let this beat me," he vowed, his voice steely with willpower "I'll find a way to get my memories back. I refuse to be a slave to this power, I will fucking murder you. You shadow bitch. I will make sure i kill you before I turn into a different person."

Ethan's determination burned bright, but he knew that the battle ahead would be arduous. The shadows had taken much from him, and they were not done yet. He had to be smarter, stronger, and more resilient if he wanted to reclaim what was rightfully his.

Author:- i actually feel bad for writing a character who suffers this much. I'm sorry readers. I just want to be popular

As he sat in the alley, surrounded by the remnants of his victory, Ethan made a promise to himself. He would fight, not just for his survival but for the very essence of who he was. He would uncover the secrets of his power, find a way to control it, and reclaim the memories that defined him.

"I won't let you win, bitches" he whispered, his voice filled with defiance. "I'll take back what's mine, even if it's the last thing I do."

Ethan's resolve hardened, and he rose to his feet, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The cost of his power was high, but he refused to let it break him. He would find a way to control the darkness within and shape his own destiny.

Little did he know that the shadows had only just begun to toy with him, and the true extent of their cruelty was yet to be revealed. Ethan's journey was far from over, and the twists and turns ahead would test the limits of his resilience and determination