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[b][i]”I never wanted any of this.”[/i][/b][/center]
[hr][INDENT][I][b]Near Pointe Bordeaux[/b]
[INDENT]March 18, 2016[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr]
[color=a3b4bc]We all aspire to be something. Have hopes and dreams that we want to accomplish. Maybe some people want to be doctors; others soldiers. Others wish for their loved ones back, or to get good grades at school, or, hell, even get superpowers. Then there are those that just want to be accepted. To be normal in society’s eyes. They could be fat, thin, short, tall, or freakishly annoying. Maybe they have different ways of talking, or interpret things differently. They could be that weird kid on the corner of the street, or the over-friendly old man that gets pepper sprayed at least five times a day. Maybe there’s a criminal somewhere out there, that only kills and robs and steals because that’s how they were raised. Or there could be the token jackass that only acts that way because he’s grown enraged from his abandonment by his parents. The cliched orphan that fights for justice. The abnormally giant nerd that gets laughed at everyday.

And then there was Josh Kain. The man that never asked for any of this. The man that had dreams and hopes and aspired to be something, only to have it all ripped away from him. The man that got the superpowers when he never wanted them in the first place. He thought he’d calculated it all; that his life was going to pan out like a story, with the perfect ending. Mph. He never wanted to be an outcast, no! He cut all ties off from the world because of his obsession with greatness. He let himself become sour and bitter for all the wrong reasons. And now, as he trudged along in the middle of nowhere, his legs burning like fire, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ux_oUd67ims]At the End of the Day[/url] blaring through his headphones, he regretted everything. He couldn’t even remember what his parents looked like anymore. All he knew is that he needed to get somewhere safe. He hadn’t seen a single convoy for ages, and was going to faint if he didn’t rest soon. But he knew he couldn’t, not if he didn’t want to die.

But, even as he told himself all this, it didn’t stop him from doubting himself. What if he should accept his powers? What if there wasn’t ever going to be a cure? [color=d8d8d8]‘[i]No, no,[/i]’[/color] he thought to himself, [color=d8d8d8]‘[i]there’ll be a cure. Hyperhumans are a plague, and plagues must be cured.[/i]’[/color]

With a heavy sigh, he found a fairly large rock, and planted himself on it, heaving his backpack off his shoulders and zipping it open. He rummaged through it, and pulled out an A5-sized book, with a hard, black cover on it. He ran his hand along the golden letters on the front: “Joshua Kain”. Then, he turned it over, reading the words on the back: “To my golden boy, Mom”. Underneath there was an illustration of an adult woman’s hand, with a hand of roughly the same size holding it. Josh couldn’t help but understand the sentiment behind it - his mom thought they’d be together, forever and always. Of course, he thought it was stupid, and shook his head with a snort of derision, before pulling out a pen and flicking to a clean page. Looking around for anyone who might want to cause him harm, he leaned forward, and wrote in neat, cursive writing:

[i]March 18th, 2016
[indent]I have come far along the road, and am tired beyond belief. Pointe Bordeaux stands god knows how far ahead of me, and I have no means of reaching it faster without compromising my safety. And yet, as I walk along, tired and aching, I have to wonder - what of my mother and father? What of them? Even though I have a highly established lack of regard for them, I sometimes succumb to the feeling that they may be looking for me, worried out of their minds. But that does not mean I was wrong in my actions. They must’ve known, after all, they gave birth to me in the first place! There can’t be something wrong with your child that you know nothing about![/indent][/i]
He paused, sighing.

[i][indent]And yet, for some reason, I am still riddled with doubt, and there is an ever-growing pang of guilt that persistently itches the back of my mind. Sometimes, as I lay in the mud, and the dirt, and as I look up at the stars, I wonder - what if things had been different? A world without Hyperhumans, where I understood what it was to have a bond with my parents, like so many others did? I am able to perceive quicker, yes, but I am unable to perceive better. For now, all I can do is try my hardest to stay alive, and find a place to stay safe. The cure is coming soon; I can feel it.[/indent]
[right][indent]Joshua David Kain[/indent][/right][/i]

The book was promptly closed and placed in his bag, along with the pen, before it was all zipped up and secured once more onto his bag. He pulled a black, spherical container from his pocket, around 2cm in width and 8cm in height, before popping it open and pulling out an oddly-shaped blue pill. Josh threw it in his mouth and swallowed it, fastening the container and shoving it in his pocket, before looking into the distance. It turned out Pointe Bordeaux was closer than he thought, as he could just see its skyline as his vision became clearer. 

[color=d8d8d8][b]”Fucking finally…”[/b][/color] He muttered, as he heaved his weary legs off the stone, marching on to the sound of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CaypEojjKQ]Sail[/url].[/color]