As the man sat in the room filled with people with abilities like him. Bound by chains with a simple message written in blood "YOU SHALL BE RELASED WHEN YOUR STORIES HAVE BEEN SHARED". So he began.
When I was young my Father bound me to a chair with chains that he has created that would heal any injuries to the person bound to them. My Mother praised him for his creation as she could only destroy. So everyday she would come in with the things she made and torture me. They continued this from when I was 3 to 10 years old.
Then when I was 7 years old they brought me to see my sister. My father put a collar on me to insure that if I behaved badly he would put me back early. After 3 days they stopped letting me see her.
Then when she was two I was allowed to see her again but if I was her what they were doing they would do the same to her. So I was quiet. And I always went back.
Until she was 3. Then my ears heard the most horrible sound I'd ever heard. She was wailing in pain. And it sounded just like me when I was younger, like it still sounds but my light was crushed but when I looked at her I saw something so much than my self. I saw someone who didn't to feel this pain. Someone who could escape it. If only they had to endure for a while.
So I broke my limbs to get out the chains. But it didn't work. But as her wails got louder my rage grew until the chains couldn't hold me back any longer. They finally broke. I was liberated but not free. I'll be free when they're dead.
So when my mother came through the door to see what had happened. I shoved my hand though her back until it protruded though her chest. And I watched has the light from her eyes.
My father was still in the room with my little sister so I brought my mother with me and tossed her to his feet. Then after a brief chuckle he ran at me. But sloppy like he had been waiting for this moment when I shoved my hand into his stomach. But still chuckling he bound me to the floor with chains. He walked over to my dead mother and took one of her eyes and ripped out one of his own. Then one at a time he ripped out both of mine and put theirs in. Then he said "those chains will keep you from dying but what about your sister hers are not like yours. I have given you the power to create and destroy anything you wish but even with these gifts you'll never be able to change" ...
I never heard those last few words. Or what he meant by the ones he said. But I took his advice and tried to destroy the chains. My little sister my poor little sister sat their and died of thirst as it took me 3 days to break free. Then I was all alone again as I sat cradling the one person who gave me hope. The one who I broke free for. Dead.
So I set out on a journey to the cities when I was 12. I never been outside my home so I didn't know much about the world or how it worked. So I learned from books at library's about revoultarny people who changed the world with good deeds and acts of heroism.
So I set off again but with a different intent. To help the world and its people. To help those who cried out for someone to save them. But he, he would actually come to them and help.
So for a while he spent day after day, week by week, mouth by mouth and after a while he found like minded individuals that helped him.
As his organization grew bigger and more members joined. It became unclear what all their motives were. Eventually he had to disband the entire organization because the look in some of their eyes. It reminded him of that sick gaze his parents had before they would cut into him. Like lioness had when they their prey on sight.
Later he joined a goverment military to take some of the load off himself. Because dark thoughts came back to haunt him. Things he would rather not day.
So he helped and destroyed the things the voices of the many told him to because even if he was like their lapdog he didn't want to decide anymore. To be the one with such powers no-one could stand against him and how he would decide what to do and how he would decide who lives and dies. Because even an innocent man fears the righteous man because he will do everything and anything to accomplish their own pursuit of what's right and just.
But still his thoughts would haunt him. Of the eyes in the mirror. Those eyes he used on so many. Those eyes he used to just try and help. But no matter how much he built communities for the impoverished. No matter how many criminals and psychopaths he put away. The world just needed more and more. Because he could help them as much as he could but they could never be fixed not really. He could kill every bad guy and save all the weak but more would just show up and worse would come later.
But even so he soldierd on and continued for the many. For what we the cost of the few on the many.
How much is to much.
When will it be enough.
When will all stop.
When will the screaming stop.
When will the pain stop.
When will the eyes stop looking back at him. Because the thing that terrified the most is when he would look into the mirror when he would try to change the people or the places. How he would try to force them to conform to his beliefs of what was right and was good. He would have the same look as his father. When he came to him with a smile. He now understood what he his father meant when he said those words. That what he was doing was no different then I was doing to the world. To destroy some thing enough and bring it back and over and over again hopeing it'll change. To try and make it something different but the world and its people never change. Theirs always gonna be saints and sinners, the innocent and the guilty, the good and the bad. So with all his power he couldn't change a damn thing. Just like his father. And now just like himself
