In a world of superpowers, you are the anomaly. After years of being bullied and being called ‘freak’, you finally can’t take it anymore and reveal your immensely powerful superpower
I looked at him as he picked up the phone. This hadn’t been the first time I’d used my powers, and it wouldn’t be the last, but usually I’d used them sparingly, it at all.
“What have you done, boy?” A man’s voice cracked out of the phone.
“What- Dad, what happened?” The boy asked.
“The house, boy! The house is gone! Big fence around the whole lot, they won’t even let us in, they’re saying the city has rezoned it as a toxic waste dump! Who did you piss off, son?” The man said.
The boy looked back at me.
Junior Municipal Master. The city itself - its concrete, its steel, its trees, and its zoning ordinances, bent to my will as easily as other people could throw fire or fly.
And he knew. The few who could knit the cities back together into something approximating housing and industry, after all the combat tore them up each day, well. The government needed them more than just another boy who could fight.
