Wen. Who was he? What was he? A coincidence. A 15-year-old kid, with no real issues, who gained superpowers. Everyone knew the burden of such power, and were afraid. They were always afraid. When he looked at himself, he couldn’t even look at the face that peered back. His hair had become tendrils, long and oily. His mouth had mutated into a hideous maw with four mandibles. And his eyes… when he looked back… he saw in his eyes a feral beast, something that would relish every moment of carnage, panic, and pain.
Too many were afraid. Too many were confident they could control.
None were reasonable. To them, he was a mindless weapon. They were not government officials. They were the others of the military, the sick quacks, and rich people who always got what they want. They wanted to tear him apart, no doubt about that. And those others who weren’t of that mad group, their eyes were lined with fear, as they looked at a monster.
He could barely speak without a special mask. And who would want to speak to such a wretched creature? He was terrified of what would happen to him, what they would do, but most of all… he was worried when he snapped.
When he became the beast they all were afraid of, of the darkest a person with such power. He had become that beast once. It was in an interview. After the multiple tests, a certainly pompous man came in.
He poked and antagonized. He talked and talked… and Wen snapped. The man was lacerated multiple times, before being smashed through the door. Guards had to restrain Wen in his rage of roaring, biting, and snapping. Something feral had emerged in him, and it could never be shaken.
It wanted to cut loose.
It wanted to release.
But how could he?
He must tame this beast within.
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ooh I like how you write these kinds of short stories. Definitely adds a lot of character.
Nice! I like your style! Good story, for sure.
hot god these are fun!