Facing Me: Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

I snuggled up on the couch with a blanket and watched the television.

It was snowing outside; an evident sign that winter was coming. I chuckled as I saw what the news was reporting.

There has been some kind of break in at the Washington Treasure Museum last night. Police have yet to find person who broke in and even if anything was stolen. An inventory is in the process and we have heard that so far everything is intact. We--

I turned off the television. How dumb. When someone breaks in, the first thing they look at are the meaningless objects, when they should really be looking at their own employees?

I got up and walked over to a closet. There was your proof. Bound, gagged and unconscious, curled into a ball was a museum worker. I’m not a bad person; I just want to see how long it would take before the idiots finally noticed that one of their own was missing was missing.

With a flick of my fingers, I was in the museum with the kidnapped employee dragging behind me. I looked around and found a small, enclosed space. I left the worker there. This would embarrass them even more if they found him in their own place, when they found him.

The reason I’m doing this is to keep my powers sharp (in an entertaining way) in case I would ever need them in an emergency because one day I believe I’m destined for something bigger, even if it means only saving the neighbor’s cat from a tree. I just want to have lived for something and to have gone through all that past junk for a reason. I’m waiting for my purpose. As you can see, I’m not a normal person. I was born with supernatural abilities. Yeah, yeah, how cliché but what can I say? That’s as plainly as I can put it.

You see, I can travel anywhere at sonic speed. I can also manipulate time. I’m not sure how I obtained that skill but it’s very helpful. I just assumed I was born with it and one day it just started itself, and soon after I discovered it. It’s very helpful I’m never late for example, and I get perfect grades.

But every seemingly perfect thing has its weak points.

As a child, I was shunned from the family. They were scared of me and thought me as a freak. I’m much older now (and living by myself) and am still shunned emotionally by the entire community, but no one’s there to bug me about it so I live a good life.

I’m free to do whatever I want. I “borrow” lots of money so. Also, my powers always entertain me, as I think I mentioned before; and yes, people embarrassing themselves is considered entertainment for me.

I had great “luck” and a perfect life. I don’t care the heck about what the other people think of me anymore, should I? I have no need for the unnecessary pain that comes along when I used too think about it. . .