I'm "special".  I have what some call a gift.  They are the ones who aren't cursed with it.  The doctors called it a Triple Helix or something.  It doesn't matter.  All I know is that since the age of four I have been able to move things with out touching them.  I have filled empty glasses without water.  I have moved through the air without a plane.  I used to think it was fun.  I used to think that the world was mine and I could do anything I wanted.  That was until they started testing me.  Those same doctors that tried to tell me I was "gifted" were now telling me to sit still and take my shots.  Like I had some disease.  Like I was a Monster.  So I ran.
It's not like they could stop me.  Whoever got into my way I killed without thinking.  They simply would drop to the floor with their eyes rolled back, drolling on themselves.  Serves them right.  Treating a child like that.  They can rot in Hell for all I care.  I ran into the night.  My bare feet never feeling the concrete they passed over.  Not because of the numbing fear, but because they never touched it.  As I rose over the city everything was quiet.  Everything was calm.  There wasn't anyone there to test me.  They were all gone.  Miles below.  Never to harm me again.  Never to harm anyone again.

That was twenty years ago today.  The night of my physical liberation.  The night I freed my body from the bondage of hospitals and wards.  The night my life became my own.  Since then I have honed my "gift" into powers.  I feel like a super hero.  I walk around my mountain, surounded by the peace and tranguility of nature.  I am the God of Mt. Me.  I have become so powerful and adept that blue waves of energy are constantly surrounding me.  Never ceasing to cleanse the air I breath and protect me from all that would harm me.  My cave, a part of the mountan I hollowed out myself, is my castle.