Sadly most of my friends stories end in tragedy but not all of them. One such story is of a boy who had no family his father died
instantly in the car crash and his mother managed to punch out a window and throw him to safety before the car exploded. He was
found by the firemen and was raised by a good family but he knew how they had died, being his first memory. He never let anyone hurt him or anyone else for that matter.
He was very defensive of those like him and did not tolerate abuseive or mocking,
he was often in detention for beating up whole groups of boys who made up those nicknames like “Burn Victum”. He knew they were worng and the teachers agreed with him but he had to be punished. Just to be fair to the parents with all of the hospital bills.
He was a star athelete and was a accomplished student. When that rival element came in, as it must, he was in football. Where better to hurt someone and get away with it, thats what they thought. I had not mentioned his particular gift, which was Invulnerability,
we had not noticed before that in all of those grade-school fights he never had so much as a bloody nose. The rival team dedicated an enitre play to all converge and crush him, rendering him unable to play. That might have worked had it not been for his gift, when he was hit from all sides the crowd booed the rival team and them gasped when they heard the screams of pain from the rival team ring out as one. The entire rival team had either dislocated, pinched or broken their bones and spinal colums when they hit him.
His gift turned the damage back onto itsself.
The rival team lost and became bitter enemies of his, but he had little to fear from broken and paralyzed teens, that couldn’t get anyone to do anything back to him because they could see the outcome in front
of them. He has since become well known for his contributions to various popular hero teams and hasn’t forgotten to visit his small hometown.
In the vast aray of gifts, abilities, and talents small schools do their best to acomadate all that they can. When gifts are Psychic in nature the child is usualy sent to a specalized school with other psychics, but some are over looked or demed non-dangerous. There were a couple psychics in our school and their gifts included Object Read, Total Recall, Memory Imageing, and Telemechanics.
One student who should have been brought to the specialized school had the power of Telekineses, this student hid it very well. Everything around him seemed to curve his way or get a little extra push, but when things did not go his way somethimes he would push back violently, he was a master at making things look like an accident. One accident was when a boy had impressed a girl he liked, he was on the swim team with us. When the boy impressed the girl by jumping off the high dive, when he went up for an encore, the boy with the psychic power jerked his foot out from under him with his telekineses and watched him fall off the high dive. His intension was for him to land emberasingly in the water but instead he landed on the concrete and died instantly.
During our sophmore year a new teacher was brought into the school. He wasn’t really much of a teacher but a “Monator” he was able to sense the use of powers, the place, the intensity and the user of that power. He also had a small degree of power suppression, to stop a power from being used. This definately kept the gifted students in line, he was like a psychic detective.
His gift kept the school peaceful until a year later, he pointed the finger at several students who were doing illegal gambling by fixing games at local sporting events. The student had enough of his monatoring and all converged on him at once.
The story of his death is only for the strongest of stomachs. The powers of the students all bombarded him at once even with his higher level of power and strength, it was the sheer number and gurilla tactics of the students that brought him down.
It started with “SandBox” who could control the dirt on the ground, who then locked his feet in quickstone. Then “Pressure” quickly removed the air from around his body in attempt to suffocate him, the Monator then used his Suppression to counter “Pressure’s” power and allow him to still breath a little. Then “Shrapnel” and “ScrapMetal” assaulted him with metal bats leaving shards and twisted chunks embeded in his skin and muscles.
Again he used his Suppression to help him push out the metal chunks. In the moments while his concentration was broken and “Pressure” switched his power to pump oxygen back in around him. This is when the students decided to stop toying with him and finish him, the boy with the telekineses they named “Push” stepped in and began to compress the Monators body, the Monator fought back but his strenght was failing.
All this time “Pressure” was pumping oxygen around him and then “Shrapnel & ScrapMetal” struck their metal bats together
and ignited the oxygen into the flame that was the final stroke.
When he stopped screaming and died they crushed the remains and scattered them into the wind.