I never thought I would be counted among the Irregulars, but here I stand........

My name is Eric Licht, born into the family of Mr. Licht as the second son. I had always been incomparably stronger than all my peers but I never let it get to my head. Though I was seen as a problem child, I led a normal life (or as normal as possible) until the night when my life would change forever. I had barely retired for the night when I heard banging sounds outside the house. I ran to my parents room, informing them of the situation as the entire family ran to the living room. Immediately, four guns pointed at us at which we all fell face down, scared for our lives. At that point, I realized that they were robbers. I tried crawling towards the phone to call for help but a shot narrowly missed me, destroying the phone instead. Then, two guns pointed at me but for some reason, I didn't flinch as I said "get that away from my face" to which the leader (or at least I assumed he was the leader) replied "or what?" as he cocked his gun, ready to shoot "get that piece of trash away from me or else--" I was saying but my mum interrupted "Eric, will you shut up and stop making worse an already bad situation?!". The gun was then turned on her as I got angry, angry at these people for destroying my peaceful night, angry at my mum for getting unnecessarily angry, angry at myself for being weak as my vision got blurry. When I could see clearly again, my vision was tinged green and I was laughing, a sound that creeped me out as much as it creeped out everyone else. Then the first shot came. Looking back at it, I can't quite explain what happened unless you'd believe if I said the bullet had ears. As the shot was fired, I screamed "STOP!!" and the bullet halted an inch to my mum's back. Still laughing, I asked "Didn't I say to put that trash away?" The leader then came forward. Laughing, he said "seems I will have some fun tonight" "you wish" I answered as I rushed at him with a punch which he nimbly dodged and grabbed me by the throat, threatening to strangle me to death but I managed to get myself loose and took a step back. "My turn" he said and lobbed some fireballs at me which I dodged but they exploded, putting my family in danger. Angrily I ordered his comrades to shoot him. Immediately, he was surrounded, guns pointed at his head and I said "you have been found guilty of robbery and attempted murder and are sentenced to death". Quick as thought, he was shot dead and I turned to his comrades "For the role you played in killing your own, you are sentenced to death, death by suicide". Immediately, they put the guns to their heads and committed suicide. My parents and siblings got up to see six men lying dead on the ground and a seven year old boy laughing hysterically but I ultimately passed out too.

When I came to, I was locked up in my room and I noticed my vision was back to normal. "Had last night been a dream??" I thought to myself but the answer came when the police came and asked a few questions. After that, I was moved back to my room, even talking to my siblings was forbidden. Treated like a monster by those whom I called family, I was angry. Every time I tried to get my parents to release me, they shunned me saying "there's no way we can allow a monster like you out into the world". On the day that was to be my eighth birthday, my dad came to my room and for one last time, I asked to be released from my room to which he refused vehemently. At that point, I lost it all and, using my innate strength, I broke the door and pushed away and out of the house. The first few weeks of my leaving home was utter hell. I had to find a way to survive and since nobody would put up a strange kid from the street, I had to learn to use my abilities to extort money from people. Here, I found out that my abilities had a backlash depending on what I order people to do. The harder the task, the stronger the backlash and sometimes I could even pass out from the backlash. I continued this way until one day when a man came up to me and asked "can I talk to you for some time?" "What about?" I asked to which the man answered "Irregulars" "What about them?" I asked again. "Are you one of them?" he asked me and I replied "Depends. What does it take for one to be termed an Irregular?" "For you to be termed an Irregular, you must be able to do things that most others consider impossible like say, throwing fireballs" Does unquestionable orders fall into this category?" I asked "unquestionable orders?" he asked, confused to which I replied "my ability allows me to make demands that you can't go against but depending on the order, there is usually a backlash". "That means you are an Irregular. I'm also an Irregular and I've been sensing Irregulars around the area". "So...." I said and he continued "I want you to follow me". "Where to?" I asked and he replied "Maybe the only place you can learn to control your abilities". "A school?" "Something like that. It's a government run facility for training Irregulars so they can use their abilities to better the society". A school didn't sound so bad, so I followed the man who introduced himself as Mr. Robert to Charlotte Academy, one of the Academies for Irregulars.