He stares at the crowd with a hint of their macabre future, all he sees is ignorance and hatred around him. Not so much that they hate him for he lead a normal life with little troubles here and there that all must face at some point. But, instead he looks and sees the hatred he has for them. He hates all he sees for it’s ignorance, complicity, pain, and the many terrors that they are capable of. This man sees that it’s for God to choose who lives and who dies and the rest of that. But, he no longer cares, he’s prepared to die regretfully, which to him is the biggest sin that he can commit. None-the-less, he has now been given the ability to shape the world as he wishes. This couldn’t have come at a worse time from human kind’s perspective. This boy is now filled with pain, suffering, that he feels no one could understand though he knows they do. But, the worst thing of all for this boy is that he’s lost the most important thing that’s kept him…Hope. Without hope what is someone? If someone has nothing good that they can see then how can they live without the hope of better times to come and better things to come? Filled with decent memories until recently he realizes that he either can’t or doesn’t choose to take “it” anymore. Blessed or perhaps cursed with this new power, this power that myth and fantasy have dubbed Telekinesis. Telekinesis is the ability to move things with ones mind, it can be as delicate as someone bending a spoon or even as unfathomable as stopping the shell from a tank, or perhaps bending the tank itself. That same tank that had it’s ammo stopped and bent beyond recognition can also be hurled at speeds that many can’t follow with their eyes.

            But now, now this boy with nothing to live for and who doesn’t see any reason for anyone else to be alive due to the pain and horror they cause has the ability to do as he pleases among the world. Once, he would have used his powers for good to be the good ol’ hero that everyone loves and depends on in their moment of trouble, pain, suffering or even for their own fantasies. But now he sees no reason for anyone to receive hope when they will only be let down eventually whether by him or by others. A boy who as a hero would have tried to find himself a good ol’ “Louis Lane” and settle down…if settling was possible but now he’s lost faith in girls themselves. Not gay, but not really wanting the pain that woman can cause he finds himself even doubting what he has and always will consider the world’s greatest creation and finest beauty that any eye could ever behold, the human female. But, if they are so beautiful then why would they go about hurting themselves so…well this isn’t a romance novel but I wanted to give a clue as to how deeply hurt he feels to have lost faith in that which he always considered to be the best.  

            But, with such extreme powers, bordering insanity, and with nothing to live for except the 5 loved ones he has. Two of which are killing themselves. Another fascinating point about the uselessness of human kind, cigarettes. Why would any being with the amazing gift of reasonable thought ever choose to harm themselves and everyone near them by smoking “cancer sticks”? But either way what’s done is done what must be done must be done. He has decided that it’s over now he’ll spare no one and do his work slowly, and in the end he shall be his last victim.

            He steps out onto the streets glancing around, he sees 7 people. 2 going by in a car, and three children running outside in their front yard. He laughs to himself and poses the thought, “It always was a quiet neighborhood” Then he stops the car with a thought