College Sucks. But life sucks more in general.

"So, how did it start", you ask? The appearance of superpowered individuals, the freakout of the general public, the hate groups, the nazis, the apocalypse guys, the advent of god and all of the stuff in between."

"Well first of all, I am ninety-percent sure you made up half of that stuff and second, It all started pretty slow."

(6 months before the Epi-Prologue.)

College was sucky.

Well life in general was sucky, but college was more sucky in the sense that it was apparently a slice of the future. Meaning just the internship to working your ass off with horrible deadlines from the management, terrible attitude from your superiors, with all of your sweat and tears to be sweapt under the rug in the grand scheme of things.

Yeah, life is more sucky but you often remember the starting of the horrible time more clearly than the obscure middle of that horrible time.

"Whyyyyyy are you like thissss?" I half-pleaded to my phone screen seeing yet another project to be completed within six days with two more projects to be given in the next two weeks with our finals the next month. All of this after concluding our semester one month earlier than scheduled.

"This is bullshit!" Junaid screamed through gritted teeth next to me as he continued to work on his pending assignments, his left-hand gripped his forehead with the intent of snatching out a piece of left lobe.

I would have made a comment about the nails digging into the skin but I was too busy sulking on my knees with my face buried in the desk, my hands conjoined in a prayer to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ as I suddenly converted from Atheism to Christianity to escape this hell on earth.

Dad always said it only gets worse but at this point society needs to get its shit together. Because we are doing something wrong if 'it only gets worse.' Is a point after this rock-bottom.

"It's not that ba-" Justin tried to weigh in his two cents on the matter but Junaid was having none of it.

"Justin! I'll smash your overachieving ass so hard, it will send you to Jesus." He openly screamed this time with his left hand leaving his forehead and going for his shoe which he would most probably throw at Justin.

I mean? Not the first time.

Justin face morphed like he was just put on Beyond Scared Straight and proceeded to turn a ninety degree and give us the company of his back.

"That internship in Jenova is gonna be worth jack if we don't pass."

"Preaching to the choir here man, I'm leaving no way in hell I am completing this staying here all day." I said pulling myself up and going for the gate.

"Same time tomorrow?" Justin asked.

"Yeah." I said after forcing through a sigh.

I walked out of the empty classroom we turned into our den for today, say what you will about the course schedule of this university they did not pinch penny on the campus. Guess they have to not screw us over in atleast one place. Moving through the white and grey hall I noticed a leaf fall through the open window stilt into hallway but stop mid-air.

Guess even castles have spiders, huh.

I thought and reached for the leaf.

-x-x-x-x-x-

"Work with me, why don't you?" I said to myself hitting my head to get that blood flow pumping in overdrive for what I knew was going to be another stressful night while the news on the television was still pratting on and on.

*ANOTHER INCIDENT AT THE CALI HOUSE OF METALWORKS, THE CONTINUOUS INCIDENTS SMEARING THE NAME OF BELOVED CITY HERITAGE*

*11 POLICEMEN KILLED IN AN ACTIVE SHOOTOUT LAST WEEK. STILL NO COMMENT ON THE INCIDENT*

*THE GLOWING MAN? MYTH OR TOURIST TRAP?*

At this point the news was like music for me while doing work, as child news sounded boring and stale but as an adult, it was like a comedy show going on 24/7 with a new sketch every hour.

Having one corner of my brain going 'Seriously what the heck?' really keeps the train going.

"Write a six-page essay on GRACE, done!" I said with the first hour.

*My GRANDFATHER STARTED THIS WORK DURING THE INCEPTION OF THIS TOWN, WE HAVE STRUGGLED BUT LET ME REITTERATE- WE. WON'T. CLOSE.*

"Mass and Gravitrons project. Donezo sir." In the next three hours.

*"MY FATHER ISN'T HERE ANYMORE YET THEY WON'T TELL ME WHY"*

"How speed effects time? This quiz is eezy." In the fifth hour.

*I'M TELLING YOU MAN I SAW HIM AND HE WASN'T JUST GLWOING LIKE HE WAS BURING. *

"Just finish already damn diagrams." I said in God know what hour.

*SUPRISINGLY, WE WILL SEE RAIN THIS SEASON AS THE WINDS FROM NORTH THIS SEASON PUSH TOWARDS A RAINSTORM JUST WAITING TO BURST. *

And finally I lay defeated on the table. My face performing a perfect kowtow face grind on the ground as I admitted defeat to my demon Professors and course planners once more because they clearly did not expect humans to apply to their courses.

The defeated me turned around in my chair to have the well-deserved cup of OJ after performing the admirable duty of a defeated general. But 'UNFORTUNATE' circumstances forced me to stop on my literal heels as they slammed on the ground once my eyes laid eyes on the absurdity that was beholden to me.

There It was Redbull.

There it was Pepsi.

There it was my half-eaten chocolate bar.

There it was my socks which fell behind the bed.

There it was- EVERY SINGLE FUCKIN THING IN THE ROOM. FLYING. IN THE AIR. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT FLYING THINGS DO!

Very slowly I pushed forward on the chair considering the teeny tiny possibility that I fell asleep while working and have not infact completed anything. That thought was scarier than the multiversal-level ghost in my room- with the ability to raise more than a singular item!?

Little by little I moved and finally touched the flying can on Coca-cola.

Then everything fell.

I would have chalked this up as a lucid dream, but the unnoticed boxers that fell on my head told me otherwise.

I would have said this was gonna be one of those days but-

"NATHANIEL!" I heard the scream from downstairs.

This wasn't going to be one of those days, it's gonna be worse.