I don't know when this all started. When my entire world shattered. When I lost everything. All I can remember, nay, want to remember is some of the most basic details about myself, my name is Crow. I'm 27. I have long blonde hair, blueish eyes, large features, and I'm about 6'4. Where can I begin? 10 years ago. Yea, that seems the best. I was only 17, new to the world and yet...I had already despised it, and everything on it. Few things escaped my anger and only those I trusted went unscathed by this fury, my friends Pyrus, Maxwell, and Waterclaw were the few who escaped this...entropy, I caused. My friend Pyrus was a short, ferocious woman, who stood 4'9...I think. I can't even remember anymore, It's been so long, but I still remember her red hued hair, I don't think I could ever forget it. There was Maxwell, him and me were about the same height at the time. 6'2 I think. We used to get into so many fights and arguments, all were mirthful, but we knew that our carefree attitudes couldn't last. Then there was Waterclaw, she was short still, just not as much as Pyrus, she stood 5'5...the thing was...the thing that sets mine, and their stories apart, is that we weren't normal teenagers. In fact we were abnormal…

I was always taught one thing by cousin, who was my role model, there are three kinds of people in this world. Those that are born ordinary, those that are born ordinary but can change, and those that are born special. I was the second. My power, was something I was scared of, it was a glowing ember and I knew if I gave it the tiniest bit of fuel, it'd quickly grow into a wildfire. But before I speak about my teenage years, I have to talk about how I even got these powers, and what built my dismal view of the world.

My story isn't a kind one. It doesn't start "happy" or end "happy" but it's still a story. I was an outcast, born into a world that hated me, despised me. I was alone, my family was too busy fighting, and biting at each others throats to notice it. Friends? I didn't have any. Everyone avoided me like I carried the damn plague, for what? I think I still remember overhearing some of them… they didn't realize I was on the other side of a wall, listening. Their little "leader" began, "Is that one kid still coming to school?" he continued, "I just wish he'd leave. He scares me. Something about him, he's evil. I just wish he'd die and disappear." A second kid chimed in quickly, "Yea. After all he doesn't have any friends, he probably will give up soon." the third and fourth didn't say anything but I almost felt them nod in agreement. As they passed me, I couldn't help but stare. They quickened their pace. My childhood was dotted with fights. Either someone challenged me, feeling they could beat back the "monster" or they just didn't like how I looked at them. That's what led to that horrible mistake years ago.

I was only eleven. It happened so quickly I still feel that I'm not completely sure what happened, one minute I was all alone, talking to myself calmly, the next a kid was in my face calling me a filthy outcast, that should die. I tried to walk away but his friends quickly filled in the area, surrounding me. I wasn't happy. My mom and dad had kept me up with their incessant arguing. I snapped. I told him to step out of my way before I made him. I still remember his smile. It was so snake like, he had hit his mark. Suddenly I was on the ground, staring at the sky as a warm fluid leaked out of my nose, and pain quickly gripped my face.

THWACK. A sharp smack was heard as his foot connected with my side. I heard the cheers, the praise to this attacker, and the curses to me. I quickly attempted to get up, only to be pushed down by my attacker again. I looked around frantically, but all I saw were these twisted demonic smiles surrounding me, engulfing me as they derived pleasure of my pain. I questioned myself why the supervisors weren't trying to stop this. A voice responded, with a sickening voice, They just want to see you suffer as well. Something snapped in me. I got to my feet as the attacker riled up the crowd, as he made to hit me with his right hand, I merely jumped to the side avoiding the punch entirely, quickly my hand reached his throat, in seconds I had knocked him down, got on top of him, and soon all I saw, no, all I knew, was blood. When somebody finally pulled me off, I was screaming and raving, cursing to whatever god would do such a horrible thing to me, and the kid? His face was just blood at that point. He stopped moving, like I cared at the time.