The Stranger

4̸0̷4̶-̷ ̴E̷r̵r̶o̵r̸:̷ ̴F̴i̷l̸e̶ ̶n̷o̶t̸ ̴f̴o̵u̸n̵d̴- Stranger's POV

I don't feel a thing. No remorse, no sympathy, no thought in the world; I simply couldn't care less.

I shake my hands in the air, attempting as much blood off of my hands as possible. 

They deserved it. Deserved this. After everything they've done, I don't even care if they die at this point. In fact, I'll be glad, no, delighted to see their bodies twisted and turned, bending and cracking, blood pooling underneath them. Oh, how I wish I could just be on the floor right now, staring up at them falling, watching them splat on the ground until their bodies are so messed up and broken that they are unrecognisable. 

The fight was brutal. I thought they were going to kill one another, but nothing really happened. A few scratches here and there, the hero dripping in their own blood. I just stood there watching on the rooftop behind a rubbish bin. I'm still surprised how they didn't find me.

The fight eventually dulled down, and it was just overall boring. Same lame old punches, same lame old kicks and throws. It got better when they used their powers. That's when the fight really got entertaining. But I can always count on the hero and villain to make things boring once again. And if you know me, I need something entertaining.

So, I pushed them. 

They tumbled off the ledge, unsuspecting a single thing. I don't regret doing it. I much rather see them splattered on the floor than them doing the same old dance with each other. One punches, the next ducks, then they use their powers and on-and-on it goes.

The blame won't be on me. They don't even know I was here. Whoever hears the news of the pathetic hero and villain dying, I'm glad I'll be out of it. Yet, I still wish that I could maybe, just maybe, get recognition for the death of the one andmired and one despised. 

I remain peering over the ledge. I watch as they frantically fall down forever towards their fate. Death is meeting them early this evening. I turn around, brushing my hands on my pants covered in the guilt of pushing them. They deserved this after what they did to me. And who cares if they die, no one actually liked those two. They're just here to provide entertainment to this unsaturated city.

Entertainment that they still failed to provide.

As I make my way away from the ledge, screams echo around the city. Unable to control myself, a smile grows on my lips.

I'm so glad they're gone and out of my sight. Those puny, little rats.

It's funny hearing the screams of the people watching their beloveds fall to their death in real time. Now that I think, I kind of do regret pushing them off. I mean, I'll never get to hurt them anymore, and I'll never get to see them die. Well, maybe someone will record it for me.

The wind grows stronger once again.

I tuck my blanket closer around my body. A shiver runs down my whole body, as I can feel my fingers going numb. I can't keep my body heat stable. I'm a freak.

A FREAK!

That's what they all call me. A stupid, unloving, hideous freak! It's all the villain's fault. Every little name I've been called, it's been from him. Him! Agh, how much I loathe him. His stupid powers. I mean what even are they? Aww, a little fire? I can use a match or a lighter and it'll cause more pain than whatever the villain can do. Fire... FIRE? HA! That's so lame!

I click my fingers together, illuminating my fingers and hands, all the way down to my elbows. At least becoming a mutant has giving me something to be proud of. Lighting up where I walk with my body, I follow down the thousands of flights of stairs. It's quiet here, expect for my shoes clanking on the stairs.

I look down the middle at the endless stairs. It's a long way to walk, but at least I'm shielded from the ever-growing wind.

I continue to stick out my right hand in front of me, as my left continues to wrap the rag around me.

My smirk's gone. AGH! Why did I even do this in the first place?! What, because I wanted to kill them for what they've done? To get pleasure out of this? For what? I know I said I wont regret anything, but seriously? This was my best idea I could think of? I can't- I seriously can't. 

I stomp my feet on the ground, sometimes kicking the wall. I chuck my rag of a blanket, and flail my arms around while k shake my head.

"IM SO DUMB! SO DUMB! SO DUMB!!" Yelling at myself. I'm yelling at myself for something I knew I would regret, but guilt tripped myself into disregarding it. 

I jump up and down, causing a loud BOOM to echo, the sound bouncing off the enclosing walls.

"HEY!" A random voice yells at me.

I stop jumping immediately. Covering my mouth with my hands, I suppress any possible noise I can make. My chest heaves heavily, with my heart beating so much that I'm certain it'll break my rib cage. Bile stings the back of my throat.

"I know you're in here." The same voice says. I can hear their voice become closer to me. "Listen, I know what you did and why you did it." The voice sounds to be a few meters away. My legs move involuntarily. Down and down the stairs I go, not stopping. I don't care if I'm making a loud noise, I don't care.

"Stop running, freak." The voice is right behind me. I can hear it. I can hear it. I can hear it.

Pivoting on my feet, I swivel around to face it.

Nothing. Nothings behind me.

A screech of a door opens, and millions of voices hum.

I need to get out of here! I need to get out!

Since forgetting my blanket after I threw some kind of tantrum, my body has actually warmed up. My body's warmed up way faster without it than with it.

I'm sprinting down the flight of stairs. Every so often, I check over the railings to see how far I need to run. Each time I check, the stairs seem to grow in quantity.

Where am I even running at this point? Up, down? Am I even moving or are my legs stuck to the ground? I look down at my feet. No, they're still moving, but my surroundings aren't. And that's when I realise, my surroundings are spinning, and so is my body. Each step I take, I eitger bump into the wall, railing or almost trip down the stairs.

I can still hear the people, this time they're yelling random words. I can pay attention. Acid stings my throat again. My head's light. My throats dry. I smell blood.

Fire flies my way, I duck, unable to feel any heat. Well, anymore heat that I can already feel. My body's warm. Like, really warm. As I spin around, I feel my forehead. It's hot. Burning hot. Boiling hot. Steaming hot.

What am I even thinking? What even are words? I'm so confused? What? Am I saying this out loud, or is this my mind talking to me? Hi, mind. How are you, mind? Mind, why don't you respond, mind? Haha!

Woah, I think I'm floating! Wait, no, I'm not.

I'm cold now, freezing cold actually. Why am I so cold?

Hold up, why can I see words?

Hello?

Woah, everything I think is turning into words?

Hello?

The world continues to spin faster and faster.

Is someone reading this? Hello? Hi! You, I need help. I think... I don't really know! The people are getting closer. I can hear them. Help me! Save me! I don't know what's going on!

Oh... I'm hot now. NO IM COLD! FREEZING COLD OH MY GOSH IM SO COLD RIGHT NOW HELP ME I FEEL LIKE IM OUTSIDE AGAIN AND WHY ARE THERE SCREAMS? WHATS GOING ON OH MY DAYS HELP WAIT-

And before you know it, the world goes blank, and the last thing I feel is concrete meeting my skull.