Chapter 2 - CHAPTER 2

There was this weird blue symbol that he could not understand right infront of his right eye, as far as he could remember, it was there right from the moment that he woke up from his concerning black out. For one, he didnt know what it symbolised or why the hell it colud not go away, and second, he couldnt help but wonder how it appered there all of a sudden.

Watts blinked a couple of times but the symbol didnt seem to care but stubbornly remained in his field of vision. He sighied tiredly as he gazed at the ceiling trying to calm down is tense nerves, because for all he knew, this day was as fucked up as it could get. What else could he lose?

For some damn reason, this symbol filled him with a sense of dejavu, call it nostalgia if you may. as if he had seen it his whole life, like it was part of him that he had lost and now he had found. 

So he closed his eyes and focused on the damned symbol, trying to brainstorm in his brain to see if he recognised it from somewhere, and Bam, an illusionally blue screen suddenly appeared in is field of view.

 [STATUS PANEL

 Name: Jack Wattison

 Race: Human

 Bloodline: Unknown

 Existence Level: Level 0

Ability: CREATOR

 Physique: 1.1

 Spiritual Level: 0.8

 Mindscape: 0.9

 Ability Level: 1

 Ability Description: The bearer has the ability to create anything what so ever only hindered by his imagination and creator`s energy (Xymix Energy) he has. However bear in mind that everyting created will be the of the same level as the ability level or below if the bearer wishes.

 NOTE: Congratulations, you are on your journey to becoming the *****]

 "...."

"Holy wakamolli, am i going bunkers now?" he wondered out loud with wide eyes, shock prominent in his eyes. 

 Watts started wondering if blacking out had somehow messed up his fucking brain, cause right now, there is no possible explanation for whatever this was, it was like waking up one day and finding out that you are super man, you know what i mean? He sighied and closed his eyes, he took deep slow breaths until his jumbled heart calmed down a little.

 "Now, lets see." The words were still there. 

He looked at the ceiling dazed for a moment and then stood up from his big soft bed slowly, walked to the living room and opened the refridgerator for something to calm his nerves. His condo had two bedrooms each with a bathroom, a living room where on its side was the dining room and the kitchen, pretty neat, right?.

Anyway, opening the fridge, he took out a packet of flavoured packed milk and used his teeth to tear open a small opening and then he gulped down all the contents into his bottomless pit which was his stomach for this case. 

"Burp"

 He burped a little and then rubbed his stomach with a satisfied smile. Looking at the persistent words which were still in his field of vision, he felt frustrated.

"What is the meaning of this?" he muttered.

[When you died your ability was stimulated and it awakened as it tried to save you from permanent death, for easy understanding of your ability, it adapted to the most convienient form, (System) for the bearer to easily manipulate.]

`So does this mean that super powers are really there in real life? And now am one of them? How in the hell did i never get any news about this for fucks sake` he thought

Because if this was real, then this would make his world view shatter. But then there was this information that he had almost missed due to the immense shock, the system said that his ability awakened after he had died. 

"So i really died?" he wondered

This ment that the previous `black out` wasnt simple as it looked, he was fucking dead for crying out loud. And it had to be the work of someone, now it wouldnt be that he just sleep walked to his death, no. 

Someone wanted him dead for some reason, as for who that someone was or why he or she would do something like that, he had no the slightest of clue. But now if he had this kind of overpowered ability, what is to stop him from finding them and enacting revenge.

 For all he knew, he had not offended anybody yet, and even if he had, was it really neccesary to kill him? This was supposed to be a democratic country, no one....none at all would just come and kill him without consiquencies.

He had to have revenge, he first thought of reporting to the police, but then again, if this person can get him killed from an airport, a place with essentially cameras everywhere, then he had to have really big influence. The police probably wont help him but may even turn agaist him, right now though, he had a very interesting way of finding who the killer was.

But first, he had to first explore his ability, know the strength and weaknesses and have a good plan on what next he should do. He didnt believe that one can have this kind of overpowered ability without restrictions, he had to know. After all it would be embarassing if he found them out during battle, that would be silly now, would it not?

But then again, `What better way of testing my abilities than using it to enact revenge` he thought as he let out a creepy smile.