at some point, I stopped feeling the pain, my life just got boring, trapped with my own thoughts and the monotony of my being able to move, I kept my eyes closed so they didn't freeze, but I won't lose consciousness, like I literally can't, it's impossible, trust me, after a while I wanted to, but no, I can't, this is torture...
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It's been a year I think, my brain feels like its gonna explode, I'm 17 tho... so that may be a plus, I also used this time to practice math, I mean, I've been so bored I wrote a screenplay, this is hell, but now I can say I've lived through hell, wait this isn't hell, this is ice, hell is all fire, damn
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another year, at some point the cold started to burn, so I've been on fire all the time, it burns, how long will my healing last? seriously, what the heck am I supposed to do? at this rate I will die, I'll die at 18, ARGGG, I hat th- what's going on the ice is melting, some of my skin is exposed, a few seconds later I fall to the ground, I open my eyes, my skin is all black and blue, frost burn, but its healing at a slow rate, I'm exhausted, I cat believe this, I'm alive, the warmth is almost scorching, well, it's more godly, it's very nice, I'm in heave-
"hey! I know you're alive! speak when spoken to!"
my ears probably just repaired themselves so"rry"
"huh?!? whaz that?"
"quiet down" he sounds authoritarian, very much in control "he prolly couldn't hear, look at him, stop trying ta look for excuses to beat him up"
how is this man so sensible?
"so, how was your time in the icebox? learn your lesson?"
how do I answer? yes? Nah "no..."
he's taken aback then bursts into laughter "HAHAHAHA, I like ya kiddo"
good, I was right
"I let ya go, jus stay outta trouble"
I nod, this is trouble, and bad, I plan on toppling them, and yet I have to deal with this big boy here, crap, ill need to prepare
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I have no place to live... they demolished the house I used... you served me, well buddy, you will forever be in my heart, for about 10 seconds! Seeya! now that I'm walking it really dawns on me it has been 2 years, and yet I feel at home here, I still feel like I belong, somehow, it's weird, I thought id feel outcasted, honestly, anyways I need to figure out how to take that down, I counted at least 10 in that room unless there were some with a hiding power, I mean with their numbers it IS very possible, so ill assume there more then what I saw, so at most ill assume maybe 50 if I'm unlucky, 20 at least if I'm lucky, the main question is how do I deal with them if they have strong powers, that one metal dude was there so I have to be careful about that, wait, what if...
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"so you're saying you know where a villain base is?" a gruff police officer asks
"y-yea..."
he raises his eyebrow "how do you know this?"
now, time for the half-truth "i-i was born with a really good healing ability and I've been stuck in ice for about a month" 2 years is pushing it, so ill numb it down a bit
"prove it, you cant just make unfounded claims and act like they have proof"
as expected, I pull out a knife
"Hey, buddy put the knife down" he gets in a fighting stance,
his hand is on his baton, he probably has a close-range power, great to give yourself away, it's not a feint, no gun in sight, but all he needs is proof so no fighting, instead, in one swift motion I cut off my finger
he looks horrified as a new finger reforms within' moments "w-what ya do that for!?!"
"proof" why else? "does that work?"
"i-ill talk to my superiors, okay? if they act that's on them"
that works, for now, I'll talk to some others later, I don't have favors to call in sadly, I kept to myself, well for good reason, with me being useless power-wise, it was best to not draw attention to myself unless I wanted trouble, which I didn't, I'd much prefer to be out of the limelight, but if I do this... ah, I don't care, who am I kidding? if I'm gonna be a hero, I want a big entrance, make myself known, but for now, let's stick to a small-time mob
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well, I've been working out for a while, my past power healed the muscle fibers by resetting me, like a rewind of sorts, my ability was probably overwritten, I was loosely a healing type ability user, I was more along the lines of a rewind ability user, my power got a complete overhaul, which is probably why I was rejected, I wasn't close enough to the booster in terms of power type, but anyway, its almost the time, some lackeys have been trailing me, time to take care of them "c-come out" I need to work on my speaking skills...
"took ya long enough," a boney man says
"yea," a hooded figure says
I turn to face them, this will be a problem I don't know their- OW- my head... brittle boned? background character? what do those mean?
"HEY" the boney man states "come with us"
breathe in... breath out... "no"
the boney man punches me, I can hear his bones snap... and I can feel mine snap, they heal of course, but what just happened? wait, that must be his ability- OW- what is it with brittle bon- oooohhhhhh that must be his power, anyone he touches he gives them brittle bones, even himself, a double-edged sword, luck for me if I heal he doesn't!
"w-why aren't you screaming?"
why? I scoff "cause that didn't hurt a bit" hurt like a bich, they back off
"w-who is this," they both ask to no one,
I look around to make sure no one is around "I'm the immortal demon" pfft, I said that with a straight face, immortal demon? is that what I'm going for? not a traditional hero name, but it'll do, I run up to the bony one, and break his legs, my feet break with each attack, it hurts like crazy, the one in the back runs at me, I dodge, and knock him off his feet, I call the police
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"you say they were trailing you?" an officer who arrived on a scene asks
"without a doubt, that one there has the power of making anyone he touches have brittle bones," I say, I have to inform them of the danger he poses, but also, "I think you should have someone erase his power, he seems to be afflicted by it too"
"good to know, say? What's your name?"
id like to keep my name on the records "do freelance hero names work?
"it'll be iffy, but yea, they do," he tells me
"immortal demon" that's my freelance name, id also like to get a card for it, or have my name spread, can you do that?"
"I can, it seems your capable, from what I can tell you must have a healing or ranged power, I'm thinking to heal"
spot o- CRAP- again... deduction... what is up with me? is that his power? good to know... "what's yours?"
"oh! how rude of me! I'm detective john"
john... I'll remember him... "hey, here's an address for a mob base, I'll be there at five, please do assist me" I walk off, its almost time
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I'm here, time for the big face-off, I walk in and... oh no... I looked at the big boss man... "absolute compliance..." that's his ability, I don't know how it works, that's also dangerous...
"well well well" he speaks "you came back, took out to ah my men, honestly, I'm surprised, you look more strong too"
working out for me is maybe around 200% more efficient for me so that's fair, I probably have some muscle "I want to make a deal"
"waz this de-"
I cut him off, assert dominance, make him get angry "fight me yourself" attack his weight "or are you too fat to get up from that chair?" attack his ego "or are you just the type with no good power and have your lackeys do all the work?"
"have your heart stop," he says
huh? was that supposed to do something? oh, my heart isn't not beating, oh, my cells are just repairing themselves... but I am getting sleepy... "was that supposed to do something?"
he looks confused "die"
nothing... I guess I can't die... yaaaay.... "huh? ya off your rocker?"
he gets up "a good old fistfight then?" he readies his fists
I take out a face mask and put it on, my heart is back, good, it seems even that may kill me "sure"
he readies himself, as do I, time for a brawl, we run at each other as the doors burst inwards as police rush in and take all of them down, I watch, as the boss of the place is forced to his knees, and is knocked out, I explain his power
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I've been at the station for an hour or two, why? oh yea, to have my license sorted out, they keep asking for my name, but I don't want to give it to them, eventually, imma just leave
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oh thank lord, they gave up and I got it, they also gave me living space, run-down, but the more my rank rises the better living, right now I just have a tv and a low-grade laptop, a run down couch, and a bad bed. this sucks, I hate it, but at least it's warm
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I'm just in the alleys beating up delinquents, I call the police, show them my id and get paid, it's a good gig, depending on if they have a bounty I get more money
"so how many does that make this Mr. demon?"
"around 50, why?"
"well we've been thinking, why do you put so much effort into this, especially if you're a criminal?"
shi- calm down... calm down... stay calm... "how long?"
"we brushed up reports, but your fine, all charges have been dropped, you had no choice in the matter"
they at least have some sense in them "cool"
"so we wanted to ask, are you really immortal?"
I don't know, but I assume so? "I think, my real time on ice was 2 years"
"wow, you probably have the strongest recorded healing power known to man"
nice, good to know this will help me in the future "really, who's the second strongest?"
"probably max marshal, he's a well know streamer who's stopped aging at 25"
so he's immortal in the aging sense "healing?"
"no well kinda, but he's mainly stopped aging"
interesting, ill have to talk to him
"you can't talk to him, he's in government protection as of right now"
crap, well it is what it is, I'll find some way to talk to him, it won't be too hard, we both have eternity "ill be going"
"ok sir, stay safe"
I nod and walk off, well, this has been very enlightening, I take off the eyepatch, the light burns it, welp, if I'm gonna call myself a demon, might as well look the part
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I styled my hair to look all ruffled, I have bags under my eyes I honestly look terrible, well, it's the look I'm gonna go for so, ill have to live with it, I don't want to be respected by children, I want to invoke eerie fear in the villains, my mask has demon-like neon teeth you'd see in a comic, good choice on my part, I have a hoodie, black and red, I head off to bed... damn this is... uncomfortable...