I believe since you are interested enough to read this I will tell you about my life starting at the beginning. My name is Gabriel, Gabriel Gigante, but I do not really go by that much since I have no friends or family anymore. I was never very popular in school. That made it easier to disappear and keep my weird eyes a secret. My parents both have dark hair and brown eyes, but I have brown hair and bright electric blue eyes. I am rather smart but I did not try very hard and got average grades no matter what courses I took but I have always liked science. I gave up pleasing my parents at the age of six when my dad took to beating me on a daily basis.
My mom was the only one who knew. Dad would use his hands or his belt normally. My teachers took care not to notice and the bullies knew I was not going to cry so they left me alone like everyone else. Life went by in a simple pattern all I ever did was go to school come home finish most my homework then wait around until my dad came home. Once dad got home he would beat me it was simple. Occasionally mom would take me to the store with her but then dad would beat me worse than normal. I enjoyed the time me and mom spent at the store though she would get me something like a drink or a snack normally.
It was on my eighth birthday day that mom left my life for good before my eyes. I remember it clear as if it just happened. It was raining while we were leaving the store when he stopped us. I still do not know who he was. I was happy mom had just given me a plastic deck of playing cards she said they were perfect for me. He pointed at my mom and started calling her, a freak. He said I could live but she had to die and shot her. I did not know why he did until later but he knocked me out. I woke up as the police showed up. That was the first time in two years since my dad decided I was his personal punching bag that I cried. They found my mom's head after a few hours it had been cut off, but the rest of the body was missing. They never found the killer. My dad picked me up from the police station as one of the detectives started to notice my bruises and scars. I was confused that the detective took any interest, no one had before then but he gave up after visiting my house and talking to my dad. I wish he had kept in touch but it was pointless. My dad beat me to the point my eye swelled shut the following day that I took off school nobody even noticed. I never went back to school. Everyone assumed I was being tutored at home since the weird mugger killed my mom. In actuality, I just stopped going. Dad never knew I always left after him and got home before him. From then on, we had power trouble, which my dad used as an excuse to beat me worse than ever before. The weird thing is I never showed any sign of the beatings the following day. One day everything changed.
It happened on the anniversary of my mom's murder, which was also my ninth birthday. My dad said he was being nice in reality he was too drunk to hurt me so it was my first day in three years without being hit, after that night I was never hit by my dad again. I went to bed early because the power went out but it was the whole street this time the transformer had overloaded from a large draw of power. I woke up screaming in pain as lightning shot out from my body. My dad saw this and smiled. At the time, I did not know he was in the mafia as an underboss but every adult knew who he was and would soon learn of his freak of a son. The next morning he took me to his work with him. The power went out instantly. He walked in and killed his boss making him head of the Genovese Family. I was kept close until dad figured out how to best use my powers to help him. I figured out I could channel the electricity through my legs allowing me to move as fast as lightning, and I could shoot it out of my body in bolts. I became one of the world's best thieves.
I never claimed the title of number one thief but I was good with my powers never shutting off the only evidence ever found were scorched marks of my running and a double G at every scene. Dad was not happy about my signature but he knew it would not lead to him since he had every record of my true identity destroyed by me. That was his first mistake I just kept it all. I had six different identities by the time I turned ten none of them were connected to my dad in any way. The whole family feared my dad, but after my tenth birthday, my dad wanted to make sure his reign as the boss would not end until he died naturally.
I became the perfect killer to serve him as a loyal assassin he could turn his back on and not have to worry. He had me study both Sun Tzu and Machiavelli. They taught me what my job was. I perform better than expected once I got used to the blood. It took me a full year to become so good my dad feared me by that time he had used me to unify every mafia family under him and became the controller of all the crime in America except for one city. I stopped twenty attempts on my life by the time I was eleven but then I was so tired of killing I told dad I was done. He pulled a gun and shot at me. It just like those would be killers who had come for me over the past year. The bullet stopped just before touching my skin inside an electric field I maintained outside of my body to help alleviate the pain from my abilities. After his attempt on my life, I gave him a double G scar on his chest like I gave my every target before leaving in a flash.
I did not leave empty handed though I had three full identities with me including my own from birth and enough evidence to put my father away for life. I went to Chicago and lived on the streets sleeping in unused apartment buildings and avoiding any kind of authority legal or not. I stole food to survive, but I did not eat much. I thought I could live like that and be happy, but life is never that easy. After six months, I noticed my powers growing so that instead of the constant static shocking I felt since the morning after I got them it became a torture to be alive, but that was not the only side effect the stronger my powers were the faster I healed and my mind worked. I thought about suicide more than once over the next few months, but I decided to try something different. I did what most lower class kids my age do I turned to drugs. Taking a mix of depressants that calmed my powers some and painkillers to dull them even further, I survived on through the next few months. I had to take more and more until some annoying people started to chase me after I had an accident.
One morning I was sitting near a Hotdog cart waiting to do a simple smash and grab to take some food and money so that I could get some more painkillers over the counter medicine were not cutting it any more. Just before I went in a person in a suit sat beside me asking if I had eaten yet. I looked at he shocked to say the least. Here I was a homeless kid sitting on a park bench and a preacher I assumed from his dress and bible in his hand came up and started talking to me. He just smiled and went over to the hotdog vender and bought three plain hotdogs. After that, he came back to me handing me and a woman dressed in a skirt and a business jacket one hotdog each. I took it being careful not to touch him. I did not want to hurt the preacher dude who just got me some food. I ate mine then stood to walk around and look for some money, but he did not just let me go he actually asked if I would walk with him and his wife. I reluctantly agreed to walk with them. He started to tell me that he and his wife liked to come to the park on nice Saturday's like this one and help people as well as witness the gospel to those who would listen. I observed him and his wife as we all walked through the park earning us strange looks, because I clearly did not belong anywhere near them in the eyes of most people. I was wearing shoes ripped and torn from age, a pair of jeans that barely fit me, and a grey t-shirt under a thick once black trench coat. To say I looked homeless would have been an understatement. I felt in control of my powers at the time, but I was in some serious pain and needed money to solve that problem. I was wrong though my mind was foggy from the drugs and my powers were ready to burst out of me. I did not know it but there were others with abilities like those that I had and this couple was old friends with them. They did not know about me at the time so while we were walking and ended up in a deserted area I realized what was about to happen just before it did. Some thugs jumped us but before they could grab the preacher man, yelled at his wife and me to run away. They grabbed me before I understood why he was worried about me, which ended the confrontation quickly. My instincts for survival took over and I released all my charge outward in waves of electricity. Everyone in thirty feet of me was on the ground each curled up in a ball as all of their muscles clenched down so that they collapsed. As they all withered in pain, I ran, away finding myself near an abandoned subway station. Curling up inside the bathroom, I took a nap because I was exhausted from using up all my power. I slept through most of the day until people screaming jerked me awake. I was radiating power again. I always hated when that happened it was only getting worse the longer I went without getting more drugs. That is when they opened the door.
It was a group of teenagers. They laughed at the fear displayed on my face. I recognized the leader though. He was out of his teens. He had been a courier for the Mafia when I was with them. I smiled and relaxed the teens turned and looked at the leader who returned my smile without acknowledging the teens. "How is the old man?" I asked him with my evil smirk in place. He was stunned hearing me a kid talk to him about the head of all crime in the country with such hate. "He wants you back Greg." He managed to get out barely keeping the strength in his voice. I laughed at him "You are not high enough in the family to know what really know about my work and what happened when I left." I radiated the electricity my body had collected while I was asleep. I knew it was not a lot but if I could force them back and get near the rails, I would be unstoppable. I started to walk forward feeling the electricity coming through the door. "Will this be your last stop boys are you trying to get into the Mafia because I can tell you it won't end well if you use those knives and forget using your radios or phones they provided a nice snack."