Ever since that fateful day, martin had ingrained every detail into his mind. Every superhero (supervillain in his his eyes) who participated must die as well.
Since that day , things went sideways for him . His father and mother had died , no one to take care of him , no home to stay in . He decided to leave and fend for himself. After all if he waited around for a while and the superheroes decided to clean the evidence , they would for sure find him and wipe him from the face of the earth as well.
He ran for a long time not knowing where to to go , tears still falling from his eyes as he ran away from his home to a dark alley in between two houses .It looked like where one would not suspect a child of two of the greatest superheroes in the world to hide.
He hid behind a trash as he cried heavily on his knees.
That was seven years ago when he was confused to all of this. But now, living in alley had changed his perspective and sharpened him to who he was now.
'Haaaa, now I got to make some money' martin was satisfied after that hearty meal but he could not just be creating a dinner table full of food every time. Not only does he have to really desire for the creation of the object , but he has to study the object intently. Several hours of hiding beside a window of a restaurant and studying their dishes for days got him that meal he just had.
And he could not just keep creating, for a while he has known that all things have a price and creating anything will surely have a dangerous price. And he did not want to find out what it is.
' I wonder what extent I could use my powers to' he thought inwardly to himself as he stared at his palms