Original Unnamed Work #10000™

Prologue

As I stare blankly at the television before me, the heat of my coffee brushes past my four day growth - which has come to be because of the shit show that my life has become, I barely even process the diarrhea saturated serving of information I'm being fed by the newscaster in my petrified trance. As the words swirl around me, never actually entering my ear canal, a heaviness seems to settle on my shoulders; an eternal weight that cannot be removed, but seems to become heavier with time and age, has weighed me down since I was just a boy... this, however, seems different. Perhaps the urge to do something is more, well, urgent than before, and the pit that digs into my gut, my soul, is growing too big. Maybe it's time to step up my game.

Maybe it's time to go through with what I've been planning, to save this god forsaken rock from the idiocracies that plague it and the ignoramuses that are growing more and more in number by the day.

As my grip tightens around the ceramic of my mug, I watch the screen while my rage hits it's peak - which, in turn, causes the mug to seemingly explode from the pressure and shear strength I was testing it with. Hissing when my hand crumples and is cut by one of the thick, jagged shards, I, almost hypnotically, focus on the blood trickling down the pseudo paleness of my palm, which contrasts greatly with the darkness of the rest of me, and tune out the reports of sickness, death, and corrupt officials. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I'm fucked, no normal human would be able to do this and the brainless apes in power passed a law that forces people like me, people who are more, better, than the average idiot, to hide their obvious superiority; to pretend that we're on the same level as an average.

I couldn't abscond fast enough... I was too entranced with the blood that was slowly dripping onto the table.

I wasn't caught and accused of being superior than the vast majority of the world population, my flight instincts weren't that delayed, but, as I flung the door of the cafe open, I couldn't help but to look back as the audio from the TV hit my ears. It was almost unreal, too perfect and timed too nicely, but it had to be true. The asshole reporters wouldn't make up something like this, would they? No, that'd be too... too cynical for the likes of them.

There's been a leak of a biochemical that triggers the dormant gene that allows someone without powers to potentially produce a child that does, in fact, have powers, and the percentage of reported supers is rising from that gene being activated. Our numbers are getting higher, and now I also have to sift through the idiots that have powers along with powerless so only the genetically and intellectually superior can live and repopulate the Earth once I end the useless individuals lives.

The Beginning of the end is near. 

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November 5th Update, quote that goes with the prologue can be found in the conversations section of my profile