Life as I knew it fell into an ever boring rhythm. Wake up, brush my teeth, eat breakfast and get ready to present myself to the everyday group of people I had to see at school, store, library etc. Now mind you, superpowers have been a thing of reality for a while now.
Everyone and their momma has a power.
But with power, comes separation, lust, greed and envy. But then there's the classic feeling that seemingly everyone has to dominate someone else, WEAKER, than them.
"Katsuki you're so cool! You beat that guy in one punch!"
"Haha! Of course I did, he's just a weakling after all!"
"Yeaaaah!"
Walking past the playground, hand in hand with my mother. I gaze at the group of kids rough housing in the sand box. A blond kid- I assume is Katsuki since he's the one standing triumphantly over a kid on the ground, practically bleeding to death, and his ragtag group of bullies were the only ones occupying the playground.
The world buzzed violently around them. 'They're dangerous'. Evil people with evil intentions, 'I should stay away.' I think to myself, turning back in the direction me and my mom are heading in. Things like that happen all the time around here, though when kids assert their dominance on one another, it's rough-housing, or just kids being kids.
But when adults do it, it's much more extreme.
Vrrr!
The world buzzed and I stopped in my place. Yanking my mother back. She looked at me with confusion, trying to read my ever-stoic face for any hint on what's going on, but I wait.
Soon enough, a loud explosion breaks out a couple buildings ahead of us. A car is sent flying in our direction, sending my mother into a panic as she scoops me up and dashes backwards utilizing her quirk.
Sonic Boost.
Although extreme sounding, all it does is give her a small boost in speed that would easily put her in leagues with sport cars. 0-60 type stuff.
The car landed on its top, ascending into flames soon after. But the thing is, where the car landed, me and my mother would've been there had the world not protected me with it's voice. Telling me to hold on.. To be patient.
"Osama, are you okay! Oh my god, we're going home.. You're okay right?!" Checking me all over even though I hadn't said a peep since we left the house, and seeing that I'm perfectly fine, she insisted on asking just incase I decided to change my mind.
As my mother speed walks/jogs in the direction we just came, I glance over at the park, looking for the boys who were just there, standing in the sandbox, but they were no where to be found, only Katsuki.
He stood awestruck, eyes sparkling as he stared off into the distance. Though, he couldn't hide his fear that took hold of his legs. They shook like mad.
I breath out a sigh.
The world sighing with me. I rest my head in the crook of my mothers neck, enjoying the warmth and the softness of her 100% cotton Burberry shirt. It was a good choice mom.
...
It was quiet on our way back. We got far enough away from where the commotion went down- probably a rogue villain trying to rob a store, only to get apprehended by a group of heroes, and fought back.
Being five years old and all, my mother thought I'd react a bit more. She mentioned it on our walk.
She always mentions my lack of reaction. I don't know why, but I can't fix it. I find comfort in not feeling anything. Maybe I'm incapable of feeling?
"Hey, Osama? Do you want a snack before we get home? Since we can't get dinner food now due to the whole incident at the shopping center, you'll have to eat at home. So choose wisely~" My mother smiled as she put me down in front of a store. Taking my hand instead.
I nod, "Okay." I say. Accepting her hand in mine.
But I stop.
Vrr!
The world talks again. Telling me to wait, that an opportunity is here.
I look around, slipping my hand out of my mothers and retracing our steps. Putting some concern in my mothers heart. I know it's bad, but when the world talks, I shut up. I keep looking, scanning the people around us, next to us and the ones that have already passed and are in the process of passing.
I give up, locking eyes with my mother with a sad droop. Letting her know that I was sorry. She smiles sweetly. I love that smile, she brings me so much warmth.
Walking towards her, I bump into someone, apologizing as I fall and hit the ground with an, "Oof!" But no forgiveness comes, instead, the world talks once again.
Violently. Scarily angry.. and impatient.
This strikes fear in me, why was the world so mad? Did I do something?
I look around as I feel the tears pool in my eyes. The world has never spoken to me like that, it's usually warnings. Or good possibilities... But never full on anger. I look around frantically, at this point my mom is the one that comes to me. Jogging over with concern and worry writhing all on her face.
"What's wrong? What is it? What did it say this time?" She whispers, taking me into a hug. Her curly hair and brown skin envelope me and instantly wash away whatever imprint the world left on me. She knew about my little conversations with the world, she might've been skeptical even- I know Dad was.
I guess it was part of the reason he left.
My mom picked me up, but the world vibrated again. No words this time, just pure vibration. And it just kept happening, and happening. Like a song stuck on repeat, or how a spiders web dances when a prey lands on it and can't escape.
Something was caught in the worlds web. And I don't know if it's me... Or someone else.
My mom decides to skip snacks and just take me home. She figured that today was bad luck, and we'd try again tomorrow.
Vrr!
But the world had different plans.
BANG!
A gunshot.
BANG BANG!
Two more follow right after the first one. My heart stops as a warm, borderline hot liquid began to poor down my back. I struggle to move as I'm frozen in my mothers arms since she was carrying me. It was weird cause she was frozen too.
'We have to run, guns just went off, mom!' I mean to say aloud, but nothing came out. Its just thoughts.
BANG!
And finally, my mother drops. It was only until the last bullet that I realized it was us being targeted and the pain of being shot set in. My back stung and ached as the pain was finally processed. I rolled out of my mothers arms as we hit the ground, my eyes stuck to her lifeless eyes.
Blood pooled out of her in three different spots.
Vrrr!
Vrrrrrrr!
Vrrrr!
VRRRrrR!
The world hummed violently, worriedly as a man clad in an all black ski-mask scooped me into his arms. Hailing profanity after profanity, saying something like, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this! H-He made me!"
But I was slowly becoming unresponsive.
I'm sure I was dying. But I wouldn't know, cause I was slowly enraptured by the darkness.