In a world where people have extraordinary ability's, there lives a boy named John Gray. John has brown hair, green eyes and an average looking body. he has a trash ability, people called light creation: he can create small amounts of bright red light on his body. His ability isn't useful in combat or anything else except for being a light source, which is the origin of his nickname: torch. In this world the social hierarchy is built around the powers of ability's, depending on how strong and useful your ability is you will be important or forgotten. John is the latter and because of this, he has been ridiculed by everyone in his entire life even by his own family.
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John was running down the school hall knowing he had to be fast. Why would someone run in a school hall you ask? Well of course he was running from bullies in particular a guy named Carl. Carl had white hair, dark eyes, a muscular body and powerful ability. He was part of a rich and powerful noble house so he had a lot of authority in school. This meant that no one could speak up to him if he was beating someone to pulp even teachers couldn't do anything about it. This gave Carl and his gang free play to hunt down John as if it was a sport.
"You can't run forever torch!" Carl yelled while running after him with a bunch of his friends. As soon as john ran out of the school building he made a sharp turn in hopes of losing his followers. When he looked back he saw no one it seemed as if he had lost them so he sat on the ground catching his breath. "F*ck this..." he sighed while breathing heavily. Sitting down was sadly a bad move because Carl had found and sneaked op on the john. "Found you!!" Carl yelled in john's ear. And what came after was a very painful one-sided beating.
Later that day John woke up in the infirmary being healed by the school doctor Stan. "have I been beaten up again?" He asked as he got out of bed. "Yeah... They got you pretty good this time." Stan said. Al-tough it might seem irregular for a student to be nearly beaten to death. It was pretty common in this world since more than half of the population in the world possesses super deadly ability's. After getting some more treatment John went to his class, due to doctor Stans rare healing ability being beaten up was no excuse to skip class. John didn't like school the reason was quite obvious he hated his peers he hated them for the way he got treated and he hated the teachers for not doing anything about it. As he opened the door to class he told the teacher: "sorry I'm late miss I was with mister Stan." knowing what this implied, with pity she told John to get a seat so he could start following the lessons.
When the lessons were over he packed his things and got away from the school domain as fast as he could, he didn't want to run into Carl's gang again. As he arrived at the bus stop he waited anxiously, scared that someone might see him and beat him into pulp again. his whole ride home was like this. of course he was used to it since this happened every school day.
"I'm home!" John said as he opened the door to his house. Butt as he expected he didn't get any answer. This wasn't new to john since his whole Family treated him like a waste of space the day he got that useless ability of his. Even his little brother and sister Oscar and Laura were harsh against him. Since they grew up knowing no different John couldn't blame them. His sister and brother had more luck than him, they got awesome and rare elemental combat powers ice and fire respectively, as a result, they were treated like prince and princess at home and outside.
John went to his room which was just a small closet with some furniture inside. Sitting on his bed which took in more than half the space in his so-called "room" john made his homework for the next day of school and went to sleep. he hoped he would wake up from this nightmare called life hoped he would go back to the time he was still loved and had friends, the time before he got that life-ruining ability.
Butt alas to no avail the next day he was still 16 years old and still hated by everyone in his life. He cursed his bad luck and opened the closet he called his room and went to the dining area where he took a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. When he heard a voice, it was the voice of someone he hated even more than Carl or any of his goons at that. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! Get away from this kitchen, don't you dare taint my children with your uselessness!" It was the voice of his mother who screamed at him he couldn't eat where her precious prince and princess (Oscar & Laura) ate. To not have to deal with her whining, he did what she asked immediately. while he was eating on the couch he couldn't help but think about a time before his mother treated him like shit. All because of that stupid ability!! John made himself ready for school, to be beaten and treated like trash yet another day.
In school he had the usual lessons and beatings he got every day. When the last bell sounded he again packed his things to get out of there as fast as possible but his luck couldn't be worse because while speeding through the hallways he made eye contact with Carl. After seeing Carl John knew he was going to get the beating of a lifetime if he didn't escape so he ran as if his life depended on it. "It will take too long to wait for the bus, if I stop running now I'll get caught." John thought. While running he saw that Carls goons were catching up to him, he had to do something if he wanted to be able to tell the tale. As a solution, he ran into a construction site where he could more easily lose his pursuers. But this wasn't a problem for Carl and his friends since one of them had an ability that would track the things the user wanted to track with utmost precision, it was perfect in combat if the user was a sniper. "How do they know where I am!" John yelled while running into a building.
once at the top of the building he tried hiding behind an electrical box. "Where are you Johnny boy!" Carl said knowing full well where John was. Winking to his friends to wait so they could surprise him, Carl crept up to the electrical box as quiet as he could. "HERE YOU ARE!!!" Carl yelled. John was cornered and had nowhere else to go. so he used his ability in a technique he had thought of a few weeks prior. lighting op his whole body in a bright red crimson light, blinding the opponent and trying to get away but sadly it didn't work as he got tackled while he tried running away.
"You know what the best thing about me beating you up is?" Carl asked John. "No one gives a shit." John felt his heart bleed by that comment knowing full well it was the truth. "ough!" John blurted out as he got punched in the liver. "Hey John, give us some light okay it's getting dark." "Hahahahahahaha" "Look at this pile of filth" Carl's goons conversed.
It was dark outside and on the rooftop of a construction site, there was a boy with a bloodied face was getting beaten, this was of course john. After all he had been through he couldn't take it anymore. His mother treated him like a useless stranger he didn't have any friends and would get bullied all of the time. "It's time." He taught, he was thinking about ending it for himself. Butt, of course, he wouldn't go down alone, he was going to take at least one guy with him of course that guy was decided to be Carl.
"You're going down with me!!" John yelled as he grabbed Carl at his waist in a wrestling position and ran to the edge of the roof with him. "Let go of me you fool!" Carl yelled as he sensed danger and activated his ability. At once a weird dark and misty substance came oozing out of Carl's body, this was his ability called shadow it released a corrosive mist under total control of the ability holder. "AAAAAAAGGHHH!" John yelled in pain as he felt his body corrode. "How can this son of a b*tch still run after this much pain?" Carl taught as he began panicking. Unlike John, he still had a lot to live for.
When they reached the end of the roof john made one last push with his entire body. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" They both yelled as they fell towards the depths of death.