[b]Jace Williams - Atlanta, Georgia - Repentance..[/b]

"YOU LYING BITCH" Jace screamed realizing that Lucy had only been distracting him. It was crazy another person with powers turned on him, but a government operative had saved his life.

"Lucy don't run bitch I'm gonna kill you" Jace barked out and he was about to go after her when a metallic robot spider of some sorts hopped on it's leg. An electric shock flew through his body and he laughed because it tickled. He'd been shocked before and the last thing he wanted to do was laugh. The Syringe shattered against his skin, and he picked up the spider crushing it then tossing it far away.

In his rage he turned to see Lucy had sped off and was nowhere to be seen." Fuck!" Jace decided it was time to get out of there before he got into an altercation with the police. He hopped into his charger, and jetted out of the area. Today had been a long day, he'd exacted some revenge, saved a life, got drunk, stole a car, crashed a car, almost died, fought super Luke, and got set up by the next super person he met.

It wasn't long before he was back in his apartment, he'd stopped to grab some wings and things from zaxbys, and was just happy to be home. He decided the drinking life wasn't for him at least for now and poured out the contents of his bottle of Remy in the sink before trashing it. "Fuck.." Today had just been too much and he just wanted to rest. He got a text from Tamara saying she was going to visit Luke and check up on him, and he felt worst.  The whole reason the fight had started was because of Tamara, and his sister still cared about him. He was enraged, if Luke hadn't had powers of his own he'd be dead, and Tamara would be feeling even worst. That reporter was right even if she'd tried to set him up, indulging in his rage was making him worst not better.

"Fuck...I gotta problem...I gotta problem." Jace was fueled with rage, and he knew he had the police on his back. He thought about Judge Walton the last person on his list he wanted to kill, and in this moment decided it wasn't worth it. All the pain and carnage he'd caused there was no need to continue this senseless violence. He opened up his drawer and took out a dutch gutting it open. After dumping the contents in the trash he quickly went to work rolling up a fat blunt and sparking it.

"Shit.." Taking out his phone he went to put some Migos on in the back-ground as he went over to his couch and turned on the news. He had to turn a new leaf, he had to get better." Mama told me not to sell work." He said singing along to the lyrics as he hit the blunt again and again elevating his mind but not intoxicating him as alcohol did.

As he was settling into his relaxing body high after a long day of savagery, he saw something that caused his eyes to widen. Perhaps the fact that he was under Mary Jane's spell made it appear even more spectacular, although that was the wrong word to describe the horror he saw on his screen. Out of nowhere giant bullets had torn through the hospital, demolished a Mcdonalds nearby, and even killed some others nearby." WHAT THE FUCK?!" He was shocked seeing how much damage was done, and could only imagine the amount of lives that were taken. This in turn caused him to have a realization...as you typically had when you were this high.

[i]That shit is fucked up...the fact that someone can do that to someone there a monster..but..damn I've never killed that many people, especially random people..but I've still killed people quite a few....some of them are opps..tho...but some of them wasn't even opps..Lauren's son ain't did shit or her neighbor..I merced they ass for clout. I can't keep doing this shit, my head fucked up, my minds playing tricks on me...I can't ride this killer wave no more..I Gotta[/i]

Jace put the blunt out, and turned the tv off. He grabbed his phone and turned the music up. J Cole High for hours came on and he sat down just thinking about the past few days. The past three weeks, the powers he'd been given and the things he'd wanted to do. Sure he helped out his Auntie, gave some money to Tamara, and did other stuff but there was much better things he could be doing with his powers doing more for his neighborhood.   "God..if your out there please help me, these powers..I realize you gave em to me my G..I ain't been the best Christian, I let my rage consume me, I took lives, but I just wanna help my family, my neighborhood, other black people, other people in general. I Ain't done this prayer thing in a while I don't even know if you listening but these powers..whatever's going on..I know you gotta be playing a role in it...and I'm afraid I let the dude downstairs play me..and my thoughts please..if you listening give me some guidance some direction..Amen." Jace had closed his eyes before he prayed, and bowed his head. He looked up and felt a sense of relief however small, and decided to head to his room to grab his bible as he had some reading to do.

[b]The Next Day[/b]

Jace had woken up a quarter past ten and started his day after freshening up and such. It was the first Saturday in a long time and he just wanted to enjoy himself. He'd decided to take a break from smoking, not that Marijuana had ever caused him any major problems besides getting arrested.

"Okay God I'mma let you help me..but Imma need some help cause I be on one." Jace's phone was ringing and he picked it up. "Hello oh yeah bet...yeah Imma need dat."

"Beachfront property, alright I know about your situation at least on TV, but I know you got cash now, just don't fuck this up Jace."

"Bruh I gotchu, 12 bugging B, only reason I ain't turning myself in is I ain't tryna sit in a cell, my lawyers going have this shit straightened out."