I was a thousand words in and I accidentally pressed F12 and opened the dev console and also pressed backspace at the same time which deleted the entire page. I need to stop the habit of writing on web services and use libreoffice instead. Luckily SB saves some of my writing even when the page closes.
Also, suicide warning and a very unhinged apathetic Taylor.

Sometimes people get powers.
Sometimes they are bad people.
Sometimes they make bad people.
But what distinguishes bad from good?
A matter of perspective or a matter of law?
But yet people change, and with them the law.
There is no constant you can hang on. Change is always inevitable.

EXE

Blood, the currency of life. Its coppery taste filled my mouth and covered my body as I lay here in my bathtub. As my blood flowed out of my self-afflicted wounds, I reflect on my admittedly short but feeble life. From the naive child that I once was to the dying teen. My mother's death came as surprise, as death was far from my mind. We always think of ourselves as immortal, that those things can never happen to us. I forced a smile and moved on.

Father was such a miserable person. Every day he'd eat the same kind of food, dress the same, sit in front of the same kind of shows... Yeah, he was just that kind of guy. Distant and unapproachable. Was his misery greater than his daughter or did I simply misunderstood his forced expressions? Brockton Bay was full of these people. People who seemed to not care anymore that crime was a daily possibility and that the economy will never fix itself.

Emma. My love and my betrayer, I'm always thinking of her sweet lips as she degrades me like I was the most pathetic thing in the world. I would have confessed to her but I already knew the answer she would give. If she knew, she would know how much more it hurt when those words came from her sweet lips. Oh, how I would like to hold her in my grip and take her away from those despicable people.

Of course, it was too much to handle. What is the purpose of life if nobody needs me, I could shrug off everything and life a miserable but long life and die in my sleep. Or I could die now and save myself the trouble. Every fiber of my ingrained instinct went against this but the emotions blanked it out. As the last vestiges of my consciousness left me I left a final parting whisper to the world.

'Finally, it ends'

No, my dear.

I have a use for you.

I am tired of this life.

Bear my sins.

Bear my curses.

I will take your death for myself.

So live a happy life.

Until you are ready...

To part this curse and die yourself.

EXE

Beep... Beep... Beep...

My eyes open to a familiar ceiling. With those words in my mind and the knowledge of this power saturating my being.

"Why?"

ҐInquiryҐґReconciliation ґPower ґHereditary ґTermination ґPrerequisite

"Who-what are you?"

ҐInquiryҐґClarify ґUtilty ґService ґIntelligence

"I see"

The apparent intelligence didn't answer back.

"What is this power he gave me?"

ҐInquiryҐґClarify ґOmnipotence ґReality ґSector ґBoundary

Even though his form of communication came in concepts I understood everything with unparalleled clarity. This power, the power to do anything within a sector of infinite universes. A power that only allows death by stealing it from someone else. Giving it to the dying recipient.
I only tried to kill myself because there was no point in living. But maybe this will allow me to live my life as I want, every selfish desire. Every opposition washed away.

As I willed time to stop, I was blinded and immobilized then I realized oxygen and light stopped too. Allowing only my room to move forward in time I was still blinded until I also realized that electricity can't reach the light bulbs So I willed a light source into being on the ceiling. It feels strange and complicated figuring out how to stop time so I willed time to move forward again and transported myself to the highest building in the city. The hospital gown was insufficient to warm me so I created a hoodie and jeans from nothing on my person while disintegrating the gown. Looking over the city I saw police cars with its lights flashing in the familiar pattern. I heard gunshots coming from the divide of territories.

People became heroes so that they can feel good about themselves that they saved someone. If they didn't feel anything when they saved someone weren't they simply a robot or a messed up individual? I could become a hero... But I also knew that I can't fix everyone's problem now that I can do anything with a thought. What was the point anyways? I could make the perfect society that lasts for an eternity but for what reason? No, I will only intervene in things that will involve myself and enjoy life for awhile until I'm ready to part this power.

Seeing fire spread throughout docks I thought about it for awhile and flew towards it while sucking in all the light in my body and creating a cape that also sucked in light. Making me appear as though I was a mere shadow.

"I may not be a hero, but I can still enjoy myself at least. Lung will be nice test of my power"

I flew there relatively fast but I also knew I could teleport there. So many uses of my power, but yet I am not willing to use them. First steps first. Running before you walk is a good way to destroy the universe with my powers. Seeing some weird forms of a cross between a dog and a lizard attacking Lung and shadows sticking to his head. Obviously, some capes were engaging him. He attacked haphazardly without aim and threw one of the mutant dogs through a wall. Time to intervene. First, remove the darkness limiting his sight.

"Lung"

He turned to look at me, although I noticed he had difficulty seeing in the darkness so I placed glittering stars over my darkness to differentiate myself from the night sky.

"Wrho arh yhou!?"

"Nobody. But I know what you are"

"Whra-"

I cut him off by pushing him against a wall and letting him fall to the ground.

"My entertainment"

He growled with rage and ran towards me, surprising me with his speed. Blocking his strike with my arm I got pushed back a bit while also losing my arm in the process. I flew above him a bit and look at my bleeding stump, noting the muted sense of pain coming from it. The Intelligence said I couldn't die unless I stole a death so wasn't too worried but I willed my arm back in place just in case. Not that wouldn't bring my arm back even if I didn't die. Making myself invulnerable I flew down and blocked his strikes without trouble with my new arm. My will making his every strikes kinetic energy dissipate into sparks.

"I wh'r khl yhou!"

He changed tactics and spewed fire onto my body. I felt warm but not uncomfortable by it. Even so, I thought back onto my lessons on fire and used my knowledge to stop the chemical process of combustion near my clothes. While the weird flame remained for some reason it didn't touch me similarly like a leidenfrost effect. He stopped doing it after he sees it has no effect and grabbed a light post and hit me with it as stood there with my arms crossed and bored eyes.

Eventually, his transformation seems to regress every minute and seeing that he tried to run away.

"I will come back girl and you will regret angering me!"

"I wasn't finished with you, Lung"

Grabbing him by my mind I forced his limbs together and dragged him to me with his face to the ground.

"I will-ugh enjoy breaking you bitch! Let me loose!"

Looking at him with a deadpan I dropped his intelligence from a 6 to a 2 in my mind. Not with my power, though, I wouldn't want him a vegetable. Willing him to unconsciousness and forming unbreakable cuffs around his limbs I try to figure if I could make phone calls with my power and how that would exactly work. Seeing movement in my vision I see what must be the capes that Lung was fighting. They rode those weird mutants on the back and seemed pretty young. They stopped near and looked at Lung with surprised expressions.

"Hey, I'm Grue. Thanks for helping us. We thought we would die here"

I merely gave him a stare that showed I don't really care. The blonde girl gestured something to Grue and came forward to me.

"I'm Tattletale. The clown behind me is Regent and to left is Bitch. While we are grateful. The heroes are coming soon so we should probably leave"

She pulled a card from somewhere and gave it to me. There were a phone number and contact information for multiple social media.

"Contact us if you want compensation for your help... Or anything really" Her eyes looked at me strangely for a moment but then shook it off. I should ask the Intelligence what that was later. He said he was near omniscient.

Grue seem to look at her weirdly but shrugged it off and they turned and bolted through the alleys. Leaving me with an almost intelligent lizard and the sound of a motorcycle approaching.

He arrived and went off his bike and point his halberd to me.

"You gonna fight me?" He called out.

"Are you?"

"No"

He walked to the immobilized form of Lung faced me again.

"You took down Lung?"

"Yes"

"You're telling the truth"

That was not a question. He seemed rather strange to me.

'what was that?'

ҐInquiryҐґClarify ґUtilty ґDeception ґContraption

A lie detector then. Although I doubt he will believe me when I say I can destroy the universe with a finger snap.

"How long will he stay unconscious?"

"How long do you want it to be?"

He looked at me with newly appreciative eyes and moved back to me.

"The PRT will arrive with transport, can you make him unconscious for 24 hours?"

"It is done"

"Hn, can you give a statement back at headquarters?"

"No"

"Can you clarify why not?"

"I don't want to"

So I rose into the air and allowed light to pass through me. Making me invisible in all spectrums.

"Wait!"

I ignored his call and flew above the city and appreciated the stars in the skies unmarred by pollution. Much has happened in these hours with my powers. I broke physics, fought an oversized lizard, met with some potential villains and talked with a hero. But it seems muted, these events mean nothing to me with these powers I have. Maybe I should pursue other avenues of entertainment. Either way, I might as well go back to my hospital room and some sleep. Even if I could just stop sleeping altogether.

Thinking about the potential trouble I need to deal with, I simply go back in time after I left, and put the monitor and iv back on. Hearing people rushing through the hallways I brought back the hospital gown on my person and laid relaxed as my father opened the doors and ran to my side and held me in his arms.