The Gifted

Chapter Two: Discovery

Quasar
I walked through the busy towns square, like a fish upstream. I was on my way to meet up with my brother, Luthor, as he had just finished his job at the butcher shop. I arrived at the building, and was greeted by the stores owner, a tall, muscular, and clumsy man. He held a butcher knife in his hand, and had some blood on his plain clothing. He looked me in the eyes and shook my hand, but asked " Where's Luthor, my boy? That negotiator skipped today despite how much of a pain it is to butcher and shopkeep." "I don't know, nothing special was happening today," I reply, starting to fear the worst. " Well when you find that irresponsible rascal, tell him that today's coming out of his paycheck!" He shouted angrily, and despite his clumsy disposition, he was intimidating. "Yes sir," I said out of anxiety, and left.

" Luthor! Luthor!" I yell into the woods, awaiting response. I had searched town, and reluctantly had to search through the woods surrounding town. "Quasar! Help!" Responds Luthor from the woods, a weak and beaten voice, more so than usual, as though someone had broken his soul. I rushed through, wind through my hair, twigs cracking under my feet until I found his beaten body on the ground. His brown hair was clumped and dirty, his eye black and his nose bleeding. He was bruised brutally as well. All he did was point, and I saw him. A gifted person, cloaked in a white cape that went into a hood. I ran. I caught up quickly, and tore the cape from his head. It revealed a man in white clothes holding a bag of coins that he had stolen. I grabbed his throat, and he fell, despite me putting no power into it. I looked at the man, to find him deathly afraid, and simply took the money back, and stomped his face in.

I returned to Luthor, who, ironically, looked more terrified than the white cloaked man. "He had a gift," he said, face pale and his hands trembling. "He had strength tenfold when both feet were on the ground. You killed him! How!?" He yelled, afraid and astonished. "I looked at the body, and found that what I had done with a few punches, could barely be achieved by ten men. My moment of realization struck me harder than lightning. I looked at my bloodied hand, and punched a tree. It toppled. "I have a gift Luthor!" "And I have...been, umm... poisoned," he says in response, not wanting to be a burden. I see a golden vial in his hand, still wet from being forced to be drank. I try to feel his heartbeat, but something else happens. He tries to brush my hand away, but instead, he flings it, without a try. His poison seemed to have subsided, but I killed a man to do it.