Aurora Genesis

Chapter 17: You Fucker

"Emerson!?" Salvus exclaimed while I walked past him once we went back to Aurora.

"Be quiet, go away." I snapped back him. "I told you-"

"You two, calm down." Daniel intervened. "You two clearly don't understand about teamwork! Shits tough out there so don't go against each other like this!"

Daniel gave Salvus a disappointed face whereas he shook his head at me. "I knew I'd have issues hiring teenagers."

"He's crazy sir! I mean-"

"Salvus I know, that's why I hired him." Daniel sighed. "I already knew he had issues from the start."

"Hey!" I barked. "Who the hell are you calling crazy!?"

"Watch your tongue slick." Daniel turned to me. "And yes you are very indeed mental, no other explanation for why an 18 year old is already a 9.3. For me it took decades for me to hit 9.0, because I was fine. I didn't have an ability to rage on, but to us that could be an advantage. That's why I hired you."

"You know what, I'm done for the day." I huffed out and stormed out. "And FYI that mother fucker deserved it. Especially after attacking us."

"Em-"

I closed the door to the office and stormed off to my truck. I slot the key into the vehicle but.....

It didn't start.

I'm serious, it was dead.

"Damn it!" I slammed my head onto my steering wheel. "Why now!? It's going to expensive to fix!"

I groaned and left the car. I decided I would just leave it and get myself home with my ability.

I remember two years ago ( age 16 ) I wasn't an angry person, far from one. Sure I was very depressed and tried to express it in hidden ways away from my family but that's pretty much it.

To be fair around that time I was a simple 4.5 and I didn't pay much attention to my power unless I needed it. But something happened where I found out I could vent with my power. It began where I would just cut weeds on the ground with it, but it later evolved to where I would just destroy shit outside. Old roads? Gone. Rotting buildings? What building? That's just the start.

Eventually it got to where my mental health degraded even further and my ability kept getting stronger.

That's not a good combo.

Why does Slave-ass care so much?! I didn't even kill the fucker! I just weakened him TEMPORARILY. Is he fucking afraid of me or something?!

I energy slashed a can of soda and smashed it with my foot.

He better be fucking afraid of me because if he ticks me off like that one more time I might fucking hurt him!

I plopped down on my couch and try to calm down, as I do that I begin to remembered what I used to be like.

I used to be like a calm person who didn't care for much about things, I just like to read, watch people do riding things with cars, work on computers and kept my space tidy.

Calm.

That's what I used to be.

Not this.

I pull up my sleeve and look at my tanned skin. Yup, still no mark. I don't even know why I keep looking.

It began when my brother turned 14 and I noticed he had already had a mark and I didn't. I already had other issues.....before so this just put the final nail in the coffin. I remember being so upset and angry. I was stuck, severely depressed.

I had pretty much given up on life and realized the only thing worth left about me was my ability. That time period is when I went ape shit venting and using my powers.

It's why I'm so high leveled, extremely high leveled and why most aren't.

I'll show Slave-ass, I'll be more powerful. Not just that, I don't want be soft and empath like I used to be. I have to shut off my emotions and become.......undefeated, someone no one dares challenges.

However I needed a distraction, for the team. So I could really flex out all 9.3 of my skills. I grabbed my phone and texted not only my fake girlfriend but also Celina, offering them positions in the team. I know Fiora would do just to please me ugh and Celina would cause she has been waiting to see some action.

Adding two more would make us four and with three of them distracted on a mission, I would make sure the enemy wouldn't dare test me! Every fucker thinks they're something, some hot shit. Ha, fucking pathetic!

But first my stomach was rumbling and I decided to make myself some dinner. After all, eating is claims to help you feel better.