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Overkill

There are millions of terrible men in this world, hundreds of these terrible men have been empowered to do much more wrong.  These men are just short of demons.  I am likewise empowered, but tread a different path.  I stand alone on this road.  The others were consumed by their dark potential.  I could not let myself fall into mine, for it would be far worse than the wretched villains which infest this world.  I do what I can to stop them, I am often considered a cure worse than the disease.  But understand this: I am the only cure.    All of us share one origin.  It doesn't involve mutated genes, alien birth, scientific experiments or science of any kind.  Much simpler.  God got bored.    I can grow very strong, I can jump very far, I can move very fast, and I am quite nearly immune to damage.  But with these enhancements come grave consequences.

Whenever any aspect of me is augmented, or any time that a normal would be injured my body exudes death.  I don't know if it is an aura, a chemical, or just some cosmic blight.  It kills anything, and erodes things that do not live.  I lost my parents to it almost as soon as the abilities surfaced.  Twelve others fell to it on that day.

I hid for years.  I was hunted.  I didn't need much to eat, and I grew to understand my potential.  I needed to make up for my part of the darkness of these days.  Although I had no evil intent, the death toll had been so immense and without motive that it was more frightful to most than those who abuse their limited powers for their own benefit.  A man who can move five times faster than normal folks killing two people to rob a bank, that people can understand.  But a boy who surrounded himself with a cloud that instantly slayed his own parents, and tore apart the car he sat in as it cruised down the highway.    I can never forget it.  Falling through the bottom of the withering car, and being hit by some little Toyota.  Upon being hit the cloud exploded outwards, shredding the car and dissolving its driver before my eyes as I ricocheted into the air.  More cars and trucks entered the cloud and met similar fates.  I laid on the shoulder of the road thinking I was assuredly injured severely.  Likely dying, as everyone else had just done.  The cloud faded before the emergency vehicles arrived.  I watched as grass died and as the highway aged sixty years in minutes.  I ran.  I knew it was all my fault.  I knew that I was fine.  I was eight.

I re-emerged when I was sixteen, I looked much older.  Over this most recent year I had begun my slow crusade against those that had gifts with no consequences.  I try to capture them, but with what I am, it is difficult to assure that they will be alive.  I am online much, and will keep up to date as much as possible, this is the only way in which I can have somewhat normal interactions with anyone.

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overkill entry 2