The measure of a man is what he does with power
-Plato
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When everything went to shit, me and my little sister watched our parents die. They were torn apart, piece by piece, while he hid in a room inside a closet. That room was our family's safe room in case we were ever robbed or threatened. My dad was a bit paranoid, before I was always embarrassed of his over worrying and constant nagging. I now know that he was just worried for me. He just wanted the best. After a day, everything seemed to go quiet. There was no more screaming or the sound of things breaking. It was just nothing, but I dare not to break silence.
Soon enough, I realized we didn't have enough food, so I had to go out and look for something that me and my sister can eat. When I walked outside I see the once elegant and clean house, a bloody hell. Parts of my parents could be seen all over the floor, all of the furniture are broken, and glass littered the floor. My dad is ripped apart, I can barely tell if he was human if he didn't have piece of his clothes still there and my mom..... I don't even want to know.
Seeing how my parents had past. Is something that I wish I never saw. It was the first time I ever felt grief. "Mom... Dad...." my little sister said while crying. Though I knew we shouldn't be making noise, but how are we supposed to grieve. This isn't fair, I didn't do anything to deserve this. Neither of us did, we weren't perfect but what human is?
When we were crying, I can hear small chuckles. I looked towards the hallway and see, a small green boy. He immediately charged us.
the shock of everything, I just punched at it. It was just an instinct, my body reacted when I could not. The punch itself hadn't don't much to it, but luckily the ugly green thing had slipped on some of my parents parts. He then fell off the stairs. I grabbed a broken chair piece and walked closer. Not sure if whatever it is actually dead. When I looked down the stairs, I can see that the ugly green's neck had hit a table and died. I fell to my knees and cried again.
I was covered in my own parents blood, and I wanted to take a shower or rinse off a bit. The shower luckily still works though the water pressure is a little low, it's good enough for now. As I wash my body I notice there are small scratches on my knees. I touch them as if checking if they were real, but when I touched them a faint gold glow came out of my hand, and my cut sealed up almost instantly. *gasp* I have healing powers.
This means I can heal injuries, probably only minor injuries like scratches. Even if I could restore a limb, I don't want to test it. As I finish taking a shower and got dressed I heard someone come in, I can not trust anybody.
Dad has always told me that, "One must never receive without giving, because everyone wants something in return, whether it is praises or money, it just has to be something."
Mom, Dad I wish you were here with me, I don't know what to do. Everything is wrong and out of order. Why did I kill someone, I only wanted to live a life full of love. Find my soul mate and have kids, a life of normalcy. Or at the very least something that wasn't full of death.
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"Oi, bro?"
"Yea. what do you need?"
"Do you think the rest of the family is alright? I mean like the whole world went to shit."
"Who knows, and honestly, we can't worry about it now. Though knowing our family I say they're stubborn enough to live."
"That's true..."
That was weird for Blue. Maybe the end of the world can change some people. Don't wanna jinx it, but I have feeling things might get a little better from here.