Sitting on the edge of the wharf, with his legs dangling over, a young man contemplated the meaning of his life. He wondered what he had done in his past one—if there was such a thing—to deserve this: ostracised, demeaned and cornered where he couldn’t escape, where he had nowhere to run.
He never asked to be powerful. He never wished to have abilities beyond a normal human’s physical capabilities. He just wanted a life, one where he could do whatever he wanted, be with whomever he wanted to be with and be whatever he wanted to be. But fate was clearly against him in this regard and he let out a heavy sigh.
Leaning forward to see the water’s lapping tongue, he saw his face rippling on its surface. He wasn’t anything extraordinary with his appearance. He just looked like a normal person. Scowling at his own reflection, disgusted at what he saw, he laid back onto the pier with a huff.
His eyes took in the sky above him. It was nearing the end of the day, with the darkness of cobalt blue mixing in with the pink and gold hues of an approaching sunset. A dazzling halo of light surrounded the silver lining of the large clouds. It was as if God was shining a sacred torch from behind his fluffy barrier.
A short laugh passed his lips. God… There was no such thing. Not in this world. Even if he was real, how could he create such horrid creatures that lived in the world as outcasts?
Faint sirens and the whirring of a helicopter suddenly pierced the atmosphere. Probably off to catch another sorry super, he thought woefully, watching the dark spot amongst the gold as it headed off towards the city. I feel for them… I hope they make it out alive.
Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he placed his palm over his heart, feeling its beat. Maybe he did have a purpose for being on this earth… but what? What could it possibly be? What could he possibly be while the government and the general public looked down on his kind as some kind of dirty disease? Raising his arms, he made a rectangle with his pointer fingers and thumbs. Looking through them, he saw a single bird flying away from the city. He wondered what it was like to fly, to be free from the degraded world, where no prejudices and presumptions existed, where his people could live freely amongst the rest…
‘Bloody government… bloody people… making my life miserable,’ he muttered, letting his arms fall with a harsh slap against the wood. ‘Why can’t you just fuck off?’
‘Is that a sour attitude I smell?’
At the voice, he leapt quickly to his feet, hands out in fists. He was ready to fight to anyone if he had to. But all he saw when he realised what he was staring at was an older man, attired in a sleek, black suit. A Cheshire grin graced his mouth, and his long fingers held a smouldering cigarette. He gazed at the teen with an interest, a spark of intrigue twinkling in his eyes.
‘Who are you?’ the younger male asked warily, unnerved at the sudden appearance of this stranger. He licked his lips and stood a little taller. ‘Have you… have you come to take me away?’
The stranger raised an eyebrow at his question. Then he laughed loudly and heaved in one more breath of his cigarette before he extinguished it under his shoe. Blowing out a heap of smoke, the cunning grin returned and he held out an inviting arm towards his junior.
‘Come. I think we need to have a nice, long chat.’