Echoes

Shane - January

My name is Shane.

I turned twenty a couple months ago, and that's when everything started falling apart. It turns out that at a certain point after puberty hits and starts making your chemicals go nuts, that it slows down. It's called growing up. However, if you are carrying an inherited genetic mutation, one I tend to think of as a defect, it becomes active.

When it started, I just got cluster headaches.

Basically huge intense pain on one side of your head, and some doctors describe it as the worse pain a human being can endure. I've even heard it described as worse than childbirth. Weird, huh?

 Anyways, the headaches came more and more often, and all the doctors I went to thought it was weird, scary and odd, and so I got pushed around hospitals for a while with experts, then gave up and went home.

Glad I did.

My apartment exploded when one of the headaches crashed by.

Every place there was a single cell of mold, it expanded enough to tear piping and shatter the structural integrity of my walls.

I ran, and as I did, the gravel moved around and tore chunks out of the ground.

Kind of really glad when the headaches left, because the cops and the CDC poked around my apartment and decided I was some kind of terrorist.

I'm in a prison cell.

Everything is screwed up.

Parents dropped by long enough to explain that the headaches is a weird mutation in my head growing. Part of my brain growing so it can excite certain magnetic resonances or some bullcrap like that.

Then they left.

Thought some time in prison would do me good.

Superpowers freaking suck.