T.E.D.

The Origins

It all really started as a child, in a grand city. When I was 6, my mother decided to homeschool me. But before we could, she died in a car accident. Soon, my dad moved us to a home in the country. He then, took his anger out on me, the only way he wanted to stop was by locking me in my room. For days and nights, I lazed around. I was starved and dehydrated. There was no electricity. For a year, life was hell. I barely got bathroom breaks! But when I was 8. My Dad had decided to take his life. He shot himself. For hours I had my ear against the door. Nothingness. Just silence. Days passed and the sound of the gunshot echoed through every dark corner of my small, child, ignorant mind. My Dad never let me go at least days without a meal. I knew something was up. I wanted to break my window and investigate. But I was too afraid. More long painful days stretched and I was on the verge of throwing up. I put my shoes on. I had enough and broke the damn window. I jumped out, and fortunately I had only a few scratches. I walked silently to the front of the house and peered inside the window.

There he was. Lying on the floor...dead. The gun a few centimeters away from his cold lifeless hands. After several failed attempts I finally got the large rock from our yard, to break the window.  I knocked in the rest of the remaining glass. The window was short and I easily climbed in without scratching myself. I should have felt queasy. But I dragged my Dad to my bedroom and locked him in. I felt no remorse. Just a dark scratchy feeling of coldness. I then, raided the kitchen. I took my dads wallet from his bedroom and went out into the city.

Somebody else's mistake, was my fortune. My golden opportunity. A phone.

The first place I had gone, was the same library I had once gone to as a little toddler. Now I was 8. I checked out books in English, science,  and mathematics. I bought a cheap pack of pencils, a few notebooks, and a flashlight. At home I studied and took notes. In just a week, I learned everything from those books. I checked out more. And more. I even ordered books and learned at an inhumane speed. My brain just clicked. Everything was soaking in like a sponge. And I remembered it all. As I waited for college level books that were ordered, I checked out a coding book. On that same day, my instincts kicked in at the store. Because somebody left their phone on a shelf on the store. I took it, and hurried out the checkout, acting like I had a busy day.

I used the phone at the library and learned so so much more. I studied in unseen corners and read books and websites and learned how to code at an expert level. All that took a year. What a normal scientist could learn in 20 years, I simply learned in just two months. Then was the time to make a move, an illegal act that could make or break me.

I hacked. I hacked to ship components to a random house, for free While the family was on an extended vacation, and I took the mail. I created a solar energy source and hacked into my phone to use unlimited high speed data. WiFi and electricity anr water. But I also turned the living room into a lab. I created and studies for three more years. Tough years, I couldn't go into the city without my face impacting hard into the cold ground. But they would soon learn their mistakes.

Oh and in case you were wondering, I burned my dads body. For an odd reason, no one looked for him or me. Good.

When I was 16. I had mastered; teleportation, cloning, several gadgets, nuclear physics, weapons, large contraptions, and more. My whole house had even expanded. And I had built a custom computer. I cloned money and components and other things. I even perfectly cloned food.

The dark times had come. The darkest and most mysterious act. I had made it rain a highly acidic acid over the city. I watched on my hill overlooking the city. Everything disengrating. People panicking and screaming, the barrier I had set up around the city blocked their way out. It amused me, the way they tried to break the field. That evil city, had finally received its revenge. The United States suddenly rose into a panic. Rumors of terrorist attacks spread.

I retreated into my lab and continued researching and learnin as if nothing happened. For 12 and a half years, I had done it. I learned all I could possibly learn. I didn't think I was; I knew I was...the smartest being in our galaxy. Maybe even universe. I learned how to genetically modify myself nd undo the effects. Although, biology was my hardest thing to learn.

There is still plenty more to learn. But that information is hidden from me.

I then, designed my “Z-Coat.” A coat to keep me cool or warm. It's loaded with technology and weapons. It's even immune to gravity so it won't ever wear me down or get in the way. It's perfect.

Now, suddenly the government found me. Swarms of helicopters surrounded me.

I stepped outside and teleported into the white house. Suddenly guns fired and all the bullets reflected off my small barrier around myself. I looked the president in the eye. “Prepare to be die bitch.”

“No.” He replied. He then explained it to me. Isis was becoming too big of a threat. They were testing me to see if I could take them down.

“Allowme a permission to kill. Then we have a deal.” I stated.

“How about a trillion dollars?”

“I don't need or want it. Allow me to kill, or I will destroy your government and take over. I do not take this threat lightly.”

“Then give me a day or two to discuss it.”

“Sure thing, Mr.President.”

In a few days I returned. They had allowed me permission.

I tracked Isis down and slaughtered them. Now I was the biggest global threat. I threatened and terrorized countries into allowing me to kill anybody I pleaded. I traveled the universe and did the same. I was taken more serious after I wiped out an entire species. Alas, after another year and a half, I returned home. Unable I find any fun, I created a website.

www.ratemykills_Ted.Com

I became an assassin for anybody who could give me any kind of decent reward.

My first and so far, my only call has been a villain who wanted to take over a town, he needed me to kill the “hero.” And in exchange he would give me a 5 star rating. After a few hours, I killed the hero easily. But the villain gave me a 4.5 star rating. I asked for 5 stars. Before he could take over that town...I killed him too.

Then everybody called me a...hero. Truly disgusting. I even shot one of their citizens and it was an old guy who was in a lot of pain. So they still call me a hero.

I suppose I can live with it, but I am to be feared. I am a God. I am merciless and I am not a hero.

I am just the beginning.