The October Series

October 3rd: Dying in the Rain

It was a rainy day, it always is a rainy day where I'm from. Here, it rains no matter what, and it's never a little drizzle. It's always pouring rain. People are always mad at the rain.
"Oh, this stupid rain. Such an inconvenience!", they yell, as they hold up their yellow umbrellas to protect their ugly faces from raindrops. I am always mad at these people because I find the rain fascinating. Every time it rains, I leave the house in glee because I have a secret.
I was born with an ability that allows me to harness the power of the rain and use it for whatever I please, and on Halloween, I have my most fun. Normally, I use my powers to

scare off little children, wandering about the empty streets, and I intended to do that today, but I didn't. I and my mother live in an isolated part of town because according to the state, I'm dead. I don't exist. I was born with this ability because my mother gave birth in the middle of a flood, and call it a miracle, she didn't drown, instead, her child was blessed with superpowers of a kind. And people always discuss the poor little fellow that passed away along with his mother.
The night of Halloween, I was on our deserted street, waiting for little children to get lost, and then I could squirt them with water. Instead of that, kids my age showed up and started picking on me. They threw rocks at me and

laughed at me, and I had never been treated like this before. This might be a good time to mention that I have anger management problems. I shouldn't be pissed off, otherwise, I'm quite dangerous.
"You're a freak!", the kids would yell.
"Run home to your mum!", they roared.
Each time they said something I felt my body grow tenser, and my face crumpled up with rage. I could not bear to listen to them anymore.
What a bunch of morons, I thought to myself, They won't bother me anymore. I am going to show them real pain. It's about time I stop using my powers for foolish little things such as

making 5-year-olds cry. I want to see them hurt.
In an instant, I waved my hands in the air, causing the rain to follow, and I threw a handful of water in their faces. They were astonished and afraid, so they tried to run away, but I wasn't done with them. I grabbed them, pinned them to the floor, and threw an entire ocean of water onto them. I left them there, struggling to reach the surface to breathe. After an hour or so, I cleared the streets and looked down on their cold, drowned, lifeless bodies, lying on the streets, waiting for someone, somewhere to find them. Eventually, people rushed to the streets to find them, so I ran, no one ever suspected me because I don't exist. I'm

a dead man. I don't regret it. The sense of pleasure of watching them slowly die was probably what guided me to a career as an assassin several years later.