Blessings of Anathema

Chapter I: Pablo I

"Attention passengers, we will be landing in New York City, NY in approximately 15 minutes. Please take your seat and buckle your seat belts as we will begin to descending shortly."
My body began to rumble.
Great... we hit turbulence just before reaching New York.
I looked around at everyone else and noticed something.... nothing else is shaking... the people are completely still, the plane remains perfectly horizontal and even the drinks aren't rippling....
I'm the only one shaking.
I reached down and grabbed my left arm. It's this damned curse on my arm.
"Hey...." the person next to me whispered.
I looked over at him. He was a mid aged man with quite the impressive amount of facial hair.
"Aren't you Pablo.... the one who is filling droughted water holes around the world? You're amazing man, can I have a picture?" He held up his phone and smiled at me.
It's a sad twist of detail. To them I'm a blessing to the world... but to me... I'm just a walking anathema.
I took the picture and relaxed in my seat until the plane landed.
I exited the plane and entered the airport without a problem.
So where does he live, I wondered. I took out a piece of paper that our mother gave us. It has his address written on there.
I was walking and reading it when suddenly I felt a heavy force on my shoulder. It twisted my body a bit and when I looked over I saw a man standing with his arms in the air. "Oh I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to bump into you."
I grabbed him by his throat and picked him up.
He looked down at me with fear and I snapped out of it. I dropped him and looked at my hand.
What was that.... I would never do something like that...
"Hey..." the guy said. "Aren't you Pablo?."
I looked up at him with shock... and a bit of sadness. I wish I could tell him... that the person that attacked him... is not Pablo.
I turned away from him and ran until I exited the airport. I found the closest taxi and handed him the note. He put the address into his gps and then we were off.
After roughly an hour, we reached a sketchy ally with multiple doors. "The door you want is 25." I thanked him and took the note and exited the taxi.
This place feels eery, like the nature around here is rejecting me.
I found door 25 and knocked on it. There was a few seconds of silence and then the shuffle of locks. The door opened and there he stood. Dark Purple hair almost draped over his right eye. Black long sleeve shirt with black shorts and black shoes.
Well his dull choice of style hasn't changed at all.
I looked up at him and starred directly into his grey eyes.
"Hey...." I broke the silence with. "Dalton."