Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
Due to personal experience I can honestly say that having unique abilities that no ordinary human can possibly dream to possess is quite good. These unique abilities have been commonly called the kid-friendly name of "Superpowers", and have been the reason so many people have gotten rich, mainly by making comic book stories about people with those unique abilities. Any sane man or woman knows that the unique abilities that humans call "superpowers" (I hate that name but I will use it so any reader can better understand this introduction) are only make believe. Well, that is because no person with superpowers has had the generosity to share them, did not have the ability to share them, or perhaps did not know how. Perhaps another reason is that because of the current media on Earth in the present time this information is most likely to be shared immediately. I could ramble on about the topic of why sane people do not believe in real superpowers, but I must get on with this story because a reader can get quite bored with a boring introduction. So now I shall introduce myself and tell you my purpose in this story.
My name is Darius Cicero and I am a very old man, but if you were to see me, I'd bet you'd think I was in my late twenties or early thirties. It is odd that I look like this because I was born in 1421, and that would mean I should look like dirt. But it is because I possess what people call superpowers that I look young, and quite handsome if I say so myself. Moving on, what I bet any reader is asking themselves now is how I got these superpowers (Or when I am going to get on with the story). Well that is my business and I might share it with you later, but now I must discuss with you the superpowers I possess.
I have the ability of immortalality, which means I can live forever, unless someone were to kill me. I also have an amazing healing factor which means I can withstand horrible injuries. And lastly I can give people powers, but why should I do that? A better question would be, how I know I can give people powers, but as I have said I will explain later.
Well one day I asked myself a question: What would happen if I decided to use by ability to share these powers with an interesting group of people? What would they use them for? Good? Evil? And so as I was thinking about this I walked past a fight outside of a performing arts high school. One girl who had brown hair and looked beautiful was fighting with another beautiful girl who had black hair. There were three schoolboys with them, who I guessed were the friends of the fighting girls. They were desperately trying to break up the fight, but with no success. One of them had long and black hair for a male. Another had long and black hair also, but was dark-skinned. The last of the males had an afro and was wearing glasses, and seemed to be taking the most damage from trying to break up the fight. There was only two around who weren't involved in the fight. The first person I saw was beautiful, small and had red hair and both her hands were covering her mouth. The other one, who kind of looked like the brunette that was fighting, was videotaping the fight.
What the fight was about I could honestly care less, but I decided they would be part of my little experiment. The reason why I chose this particular group of kids is because they seemed interesting. I turned towards them, stuck my hand out at the group and blasted the seven of them with a red beam of light, thus giving them superpowers. The blast I had shot at them had also rendered them unconscious. Lastly, the blast also made them have no memory of me even being alive.
I walked away from the school and decided to go to my apartment to eat and possibly invite some entertainment that would please any male who looked my age. I was growing quite hungry after all.
Before this introduction is ended, any reader must understand how boring it gets being man who was born in Rome, couldn't die unless they were shot in the head thirty times, and was almost six-hundred years old. Will I be watching over those seven kids while they have their powers? Yes, of course, why else would I have given them the powers? I kid myself sometimes, but now I must leave the readers to this story. I hope I have been able to successfully say the origin of this magnificent tale.