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Hope [Kryptonian in MCU]

I don't want to be alone. I don't want to hurt them. But I still end up hurting them even if I don't want to.... Why am I like this? Who am I?? What am I??? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being alone in a place where he has the power to snap the neck of a person without even trying, destroy continents if he gets angry, and having the abilities to battle and beat the so called GODS. What will our main character do when the only thing he want is to be accepted? [MC will be 6 year old in the beginning. He will be 21 years old when the canon starts. He will have an entire arc of his own where we will see him grow up and fight his inner demons. This will be a no-harem fic and there will be romance but I haven't decided with whom yet. So I am open to ideas]

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Freak

I am special.

Well...I guess special is not the right word.

Freak would be more appropriate I guess.

I am different compared to other kids my age as they can't shoot laser from their eyes, nor can they change Mr. Sebastian's truck into a rocket with a single kick, seeing as to how my kick sent it flying into space before it got destroyed.

He is a jerk. That's why I kicked his truck so don't judge me!

He was also keeping some kind of white powder inside his truck with some toys consisting of guns and bombs even though he is a doctor.(I can also see through objects and people if I concentrate a little)

Don't know what that was about *shrugs shoulders*

I also recently found myself to be able to fly, like ACTUALLY FLY without the help of aeroplane or wings,

I was FLOATING in air!

At first I thought maybe it's just me growing up but guess what?.. I was wrong.

When I showed up at the kind lady's home(she gives me really tasty food when I am hungry which rarely happens if never) while flying, her daughter saw me which ended up with her being really scared of me for some reason, and she...

She called me a FREAK Q_Q

I know that she didn't like me that much because she tried to avoid me and threw disdainful glances at me when her mother was not looking.

Also the weird feeling I get from her when she sees me talking to the kind lady and when the kind lady smiles at me, gets really overwhelming for me. [Author's note: It's another power he has which is from his mother's race. Yup, he is a hybrid]

I consider her to be a Friend because the kind lady told me that she(the daughter) also consider me to be her friend.

Seeing her scared expression....

Made my stomach churn.

After that encounter some people with black suit came to visit that neighborhood looking for me. But I was already far away from that place. (Oh I was able to see and hear them from 350 km away, guess I also have 'freakish' eyesight and hearing)

I left that neighborhood because....

I was sad I guess?

(Sorry kind lady, I won't be able to eat the pancakes You must have made for me today Q_Q)

I don't know what to feel anymore.

When I first woke up, I didn't even know who I was and what I was doing here.

I was scared.

I wanted to know something. Anything!

But there was not anyone near me.

After coming out of some kind of tin-can? I came in contact with the most horrible feeling that I ever felt. I didn't have any memories prior to waking up but I still knew

That what I was experiencing at that moment...

Was the worst pain I ever felt !

My eyes were burning.

Different kinds of smell were assaulting my nose.

Every kind of sound, from a pin dropping on the ground to the sound of an explosion,

amplify that sound to 10 thousand times louder,

I was hearing it.

It was suffocating.

It was painful!

I did everything I could to make those sound go away and eventually I was able to do so, after concentrating hard enough into what I wanted to see, hear, feel and smell.

That was the day I was born I guess?

When a normal kid is born they have their parents with them.

Their parents take care of them, giving them all the affection that they could, teaching them how to walk, talk and be a good person when they grow up....

Freaks don't have that kind of luck.

They don't have parents. They don't get to have the fortune of being able to learn how to walk, talk and many other things from their parents.

They don't have the fortune of being loved.

I don't have parents...

I don't know why but saying that I don't have parents hurts me more than I thought it would

I believe that they also abandoned me cuz they found out I was a Freak. Q_Q

I don't know why this is happening to me but I know that I should not tell anyone about my 'strange abilities'.

Yeah, I guess that's what I will call them.

I don't want them to hate me.

*Image of a city getting destroyed*

I don't want them to be afraid of me.

*Face of a girl screaming in fear*

I don't want them to.....

*Image of a man with scars on his face holding a boy, not more than 19 years old, by his neck with a cruel smile on his face*

Call me a Freak Q_Q

This story is a remake of the first book I wrote. Plz share ur views on this

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