Powerless (Jelix/Septiplier/PewDieCry)

Prologue

♧Jack♧

He had always felt as if he were useless. People all around him would constantly inform him that he has no future. No talent, no worth.

Of course, he'd never respond. A response usually only caused violence.

He kicked a small stone a few feet away from him, only to kick it once again as he reapproached it. He was walking home from school, an endeavor that gave him too much time to think.

What if he was as worthless as they say he is? He could never fit in. This world around him, it's full of people. People with potential. With worth. With abilities that far surpass anything he could ever dream of.

Yet, there he was. Nothing.

He thought back to where it all had started. A young man believed he had created the cure for cancer. The cure was in gas form. It was believed to have been risk free, but he never tested it on any living human subjects.

All of the world leaders decided it would be a good idea to mass produce the cure, and release it in such a way where it would affect everybody.

It couldn't have gone worse. Not only did it fail to kill cancer cells, but it also poisoned the entire human race.

Wonderful.

A few decades later, strange abilities started to appear out of nowhere. Someone here could manipulate wind. Someone there could read thoughts. The cure was no longer as bad as everyone thought it was.

It's not impressive anymore, though. Now everybody has a power.

He sighed and walked into the park. What's the point in going back to that house? He'd only get rejected once more. He's such a failure.

You see, his power was as useless as could be. If you could even call it a power. In this world, everyone was great. Everyone was powerful. Then there was him. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped is away.

Why him? His parents developed decent powers, so it didn't make sense to him.

He leaned against a strange black gate-like door, and sighed.

His teachers at school always told him that he'd never amount to anything. Of course he believed them, they're professionals.

He shook his head and ran his fingers through his thick, green hair.

He shifted his weight slighty, and a small vibration began where he was leaning against the door. He let out a yelp as the door opened. It immediately shut once he had fallen completely inside. His eyes widened and he banged on the door frantically.

Nothing.

He prepared himself to turn around, when suddenly a hand was covering his mouth.

No, not a hand. A cloth.

His vision blackened around the edges, but he could still hear faint yelling in the background. It was too unintelligible, however, so he gave in and blacked out.