At My Fingertips

I always knew I was destined for something great. Something bigger than just me and bigger than just you, something all-consuming that impacts the world and all the insignificant people in it.

Since the day I was born my mother told me that I was different--gifted with this power to influence people and make them listen. A talent for making people give me what I wanted. She also said it would destroy my humanity if I didn't start caring, knowing damn well that I never would. My mother was the only one who ever saw me for who I actually am-What-I actually am. But that was the very thing that got her killed.

Because ever since I can remember I HAVE made people give me what I want, even if I've had to pry it from their cold, dead fingers.