Zelinski, long before another man with the same name would become famous all around the world. This Zelinski was a newspaper boy in Serbia. Braving the cold every morning he would deliver newspapers to the old and depressed. By that I mean the old chirpy people and the young depressed ones. The war gave the old people happiness for some reason and the young got depressed because of it, you know why. Instead of great careers and family ahead, they saw only doom and gloom. It would make anyone depressed who was setting out in the world. The very young Zelinski was always surprised by the nature of these people. Why would they want to read something that made them even more sad than they were, particularly the younger people. The old people saw him like a god. Perhaps, death greatly interested them, he thought. And perhaps they were hoping that a bomb would land on their homes and poof! they would turn into dust in a a moment. It was in one of those mornings, Zelinski met Telekenisis.
He was sat by the pavement of the home of a person he had just killed. He waved at the young newspaper man and called him to his side. What's your name kid? asked Telekenisis. Zelinski, he replied. You know what I have done? He asked him. By this time, Telekenisis was known all around the world. The exact same time they decided to show his face and give him more coverage was when the war was going to end for some reason. Everyone knows who you are, said Zelinski. You are the infamous Telekenisis, he said without a granule of fear. Then aren't you afraid of me? he asked him. Sir, I read the newspaper everyday, he said. Men like you scare no one, he said to him and handed him the newspaper. Telekenisis for the first time in his life took a newspaper in his hands and read through it. Alas! he was down with it. He looked at the Kid! Goodness me! he said and had a terrifying look on his face. I better go now, he said to the kid as he patted the head of the kid and walked away. As he walked. Telekenisis, the kid said. He turned back. What is it now? he asked. You don't look like a bad person to me, why do you do these terrible things? he asked him. Because the world needs the good and the bad. The good to take out the bad and the bad to get the good people to stand up. I kill the ones in between, he said. The ordinary who have no fight in them to stand up to the bad, and no evil in them to cause people like you to become men. Me? he asked the kid. Yes, replied Telekenisis. The world you live in shakes continuously and you will grow up in tough times. These tough times will make you a formidable man, a good man! said Telelekenisis. The kid did not completely agree with the methods of Teleknenisis. But it is what it is, he thought to himself and continued to deliver newspapers.
There, there! shouted the people pointing at Telekenisis. Men ran with their guns towards him. He with his power of Telekenesis, carried a house and dropped it in the middle of the road. Blocking everyone's view. When they diverged out of it, he was gone! "Supak " they shouted and walked back home.