Michael was on his bed the image of the tragedy a few days ago clear in his mind. The screams of horror, the pleading looks, and the despair, it was like a scene from hell itself. Even though he had gained new abilities he could not save those that were within his reach. He had gained power and was able to protect himself, but he was not like those protagonists in novels who are able to save all they wanted to save.
Michael could still see the face of the boy who begged him for help. Michael told him that everything would be alright, he told him that he would save him, that he would be able to go home but in the end, he watched that little boy die in front of his very eyes. That was the first time in Michael's life that he felt truly helpless.
'Damn it! Why, why did this have to happen?!'
