Powerful Boy. (English)

Chapter Two: Inferiors

The silence inside the limousine on the way to school was always uncomfortable. Axel was always immersed in his phone, ignoring Mr. Adam's comments, I guess being a popular kid can be exhausting for him. However when that happened, Mr. Adam would turn his face in my direction, annoyed, and I just kept lowering my head and fiddling with my fingers, while Mr. Adam babbled against me through his teeth and Axel said something like: " Leave him alone dad "

The limousine stopped in front of the school gates. The driver got out of it and as always, opened the door for Axel who was still looking at his phone. I opened my door to get out of the car, when Mr. Adam grabbed my arm, crumpling my clothes.

- You are not his protégé, Aaron. Axel will not prevent me from reprimanding you when you return home if you do not comply with what I order. I don't want stupid things. You understand? - His eyes turned from jet black to deep crimson red.

- Yes sir. - I lowered my gaze and nodded. The last time I didn't, I came to school with fingers marked on my cheeks. Everyone asked what happened, even Axel.

- Get out of here. You should be grateful that I bring you to school with my son instead of being stubborn. - I got out of the back seat and the driver closed the door and looked at me with pity, smiling sideways. I preferred to ignore it, I was fed up with the pitiful looks that Mr. Adam's employees were giving me ... If only I could ... have the courage. But I don't have it, and maybe it's better this way. You will never have to deal with your fears if you do not face them, it is a phrase that I repeat myself every day.

I would like to say that school was my escape, a time and a place to free myself from everything, yet it was just the other part of my exhausting day. At school I was just Axel's bodyguard, if he got into trouble, I would answer for him. At first he abused my forced generosity, however, later he stopped being such an idiot to me. I don't blame him, he has no idea of ​​anything, maybe it's better this way, I wouldn't want to find out that my father is a bad person.

This is me. Looking at me, I try to convince myself that I am a normal boy. For Axel I am just a distant cousin who lives with him, for school, Axel's bodyguard, for Mr. Adam, I am a lethal weapon that he can use for his most disgusting desires, for his employees, I am a poor boy with very bad Luckily, however, there is no mouth that money does not silence, or threatens to silence the truth.

In all this, the least important thing to you is knowing who I am, however, I am sure that the only thing you want to know is what I am. I still can't decide between the cute nicknames I have. Phenomenon, experiment or object? If I have to choose, I prefer not to be called in any way.

I have no memories of my childhood ... only feelings. Everything always starts in a huge room, full of test objects in which I discovered, controlled and exploited my abilities, I think it goes without saying that not of my own free will. I remember the daily fights with the mentors, the bruises on the skin, some broken bones and pain, pain every day. However the capacity of my abilities has not yet been defined. The scientists who studied me day and night believed that my ability was to create an ability according to my need or desire, however, that is not the case. So far I know that each of my capacities are above the average human, that's great until everyone who has the money pays for you ... stop being special, to be something mediocre.

However, let's stop talking about me, because I think I might bore you trying.

I walked slowly across the schoolyard, far into the main hall, putting his books in locker forty-two, I could see Sam, my only friend. A small guy, from a distance he looked like a scared mouse all the time. She was no more than sixty-five feet adorable, with a round, chubby face, her perfectly styled brown hair, she always wore different colored sweatshirts, and this was no exception. Axel walked carefree next to Fred, the sturdy little guy who chased him everywhere except to the bathroom.