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Ssundee's Prologue

SSundee: Invincibility, age 12

Hi, I’m SSundee, but call me Ian. Unless you want to die, then go ahead.

Listen, before we start on anything else, I’m just gonna spit this out. I’m not normal, probably never was, probably never will be.

Listen, when I got extremely angry, I turned into this thing… and I become invincible. It takes over my entire body, and I barely have control of myself during it.

I was quietly sitting on one of the swings on the swing set, minding my own business. I hear the patter of footsteps approaching, but I don’t do anything. I didn’t want to get angry, who knows what people would do if they found out about me.

“Hey look! It’s Mr. Retard!” I look up to see Manny and Max, twins who loved to bully me.

“Can you leave me alone today? I really just want to be by myself.” They both laugh, pushing me off the swing. We were in the park and it was late out, so of course there was nobody around. I sigh, holding back anger.

“C’mon freak! Show us what you can do! Bet its nothing compared to us!” I had to give the twins credit, their powers were decent.

Both had the ability to make people think they were cute. That’s it. Still, I would take that over the hell that I had.

Manny puts his dirty foot on my chest, Max laughing as he watched.

“Take his sunglasses and break them! He doesn’t need them anyway!” I start to grow angry, I loved these sunglasses! And they hid my freaky eyes anyway. They faced different directions, although I could make them look normal if I wanted to. They were actually a brilliant blue, but nobody knew that.

Manny reached down to take my sunglasses, and I felt myself change. I grew to 3 times my size, gaining muscles. I grab Manny’s neck, breaking it instantly. Max tries to run, but I catch him and kill him as well.

 I change back once I calm down, staring at my pale hands in shock. I had just killed 2 people, and I had enjoyed it.

I smile, murder was fun.  

15

I punch a tree, knocking it over in one blow. I was learning how to control my power, now I didn’t have to be extremely angry to activate it, just aggravated; and even then I have control whether or not I change.

So I’ve decided I’d tell my parents about it.

They weren’t very nice people, but not in the way you’d think. Instead of hurting me and insulting me… they just didn’t acknowledge me. I was invisible to them, no matter what I did. Often when people asked how I was doing, they would reply with, “What son? Oh, you mean him.” I was lucky that they fed me, giving me whatever was left over. Which was never a lot.

Finally done with practice, I walk back inside the house, going through the back door. My parents were watching a soap opera, I take a deep breath. Normally I would not dare to do this, mom loved her soap operas, but this was important.

So I marched right up to the television and unplugged it.

“IAN!! HOW DARE YOU!!” I avoid a wild flail of limbs as my mom screeches, trying to plug in the TV.

“Mom! I wanted to tell you about my powers! Calm down, it’s on Netflix for fucks sake!” I probably didn’t have to say that it was on Netflix, because right as I said I had powers my mom and dad were on the couch. Taking that as a sign to continue, I sit down across from them.

“Okay listen, the reason I didn’t tell you or anyone is because it’s not a… normal power. So please don’t call the police on me, okay?” They nod, excited looks on their faces. I focus on anger, bullies, being ignored, the works.

I feel myself grow 5 times my size, hulking muscles growing on my arms, legs, chest, and stomach. I was hunched up against the ceiling, trying my best not to break through the roof. I look over at my parents, shocked looks on their faces.

“I-Ian? Honey,” Mom looks at dad, and dad looks at mom, “we want you out of the house. Pack your bag and go down to the orphanage, we don’t want a monster in our house.” Tears brim my eyes, I should’ve never shown them this power.

“No actually, don’t. Nobody deserves to see the sight of you in this world.” Dad appears with a shotgun, firing into my chest. I sigh, sadness fading to anger. The bullet clanks onto the ground, not a scratch on my skin.

I grab the gun, breaking it in half. I could feel myself losing control, and I look at my parents in sympathy.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper before losing control. I leap towards the two grownups, ripping them apart with my bare hands. I calm down instantly, shrinking back to normal size. I sigh, looking at my bloody hands.

“I’m sorry…”