A skinny, pale, albino teenaged boy with shoulder length hair was fast asleep on a bed. He looked very comfortable if you ignored the constipated look on his face. He tossed about on his mattress and consistently failed to find a comfortable position. Drops of sweat skied down his cold-hearted forehead. Yes, I wrote "cold-hearted forehead" and you can't do shit to stop me bitch.

He curled up and after he spasmed like he busted a nut, he howled like he busted a nut. He jerked (LOL) himself up to a sitting position. The sound of his hot breath being expelled filled the room. This went on for some time before he grabbed a patch of hair on his temple. The throbbing in his skull was powerful enough to be felt through his skin.

"Son of a bitch," Accelerator said.

Oh, this ripped young lad is named Accelerator. Well, not named but called. Nobody seemed to know what his real name was and even he forgot it a very long time ago. I don't know who came up with it but somebody probably just threw it out there and since then, everyone else, including him, just rolled with it. It's kind of like how everyone called Eminem "Eminem" instead of Marshall Mathers because come on, who the fuck is going to take a "Marshall Mathers" seriously out here in these streets?

Oh, and he was also the strongest person in the city, but that's whatever.

Not Marshall. What's that fake ass chocolate boy lift anyway?

Nobody say shit because I'm not down to beef with Eminem. It's just jokes bro. I don't have the lyrical prowess or rap making software to fight against a diss track.

Accelerator heavily heaved.

"Well this is new," he said despite his awful appearance. "I don't think I've ever had an actual headache before... excluding that one time I was shot point blank in the forehead. Not sure if that one counts, though."

It counts.

"Shut up."

That skinny ass white bitch grabbed the four legged modern cane next to his bed and tried to stand up. To his behest, it was more arduous than normal. After he planted both feet on the floor, his upper body rocked forward and he had to rotate his free arm in large circles and take a step forward to prevent himself from falling. His spatial sense seemed distorted as if he had one too many drinks at the club, which would never, ever, happen. But then again, he experienced a phenomenon that shouldn't have happened in the first place so keep an open mind.

I wonder if Accelerator can redirect sexually transmitted diseases.

(Okay, what the hell is going on?) he asked himself. (I'm no gymnast but right now, I've got the grace of a wasted liberal arts major at a graduation party. I don't even drink, and I went to bed at 11:39. I guess it's about... about...uh...)

Accelerator's jaw suddenly loosened and his vision grew shaky and unfocused. He swung in place a little for a few seconds. With a low gasp, his red eyes opened up to their upper limit.

(Wait...did I just space out? When the hell does that ever happen? Did I...did I catch a flu or a stomach virus or something? Yomikawa's cooking doesn't quite have that "can't be beat" quality.)

For a few seconds, Accelerator stood still. He didn't space out this time, but he didn't verbalize his thoughts either. Rather, he took the time to process the absurdity of the thought he just entertained. Then he chuckled.

"Yeah," he said. Then he clenched his entire face so hard, veins became visible on his forehead. "Yeah fucking right!"

He hunched forward as if to cock his body in preparation for a deathly howl. He balled up his fist and squeezed it with every fiber of unadulterated malice, hatred and hormones he had in his wire framed body. He clenched his jaw so hard that a line of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. It was a pride thing, yes. But to say he was angry would have made it to the #1 spot of that year's Top Ten Understatements.

(I don't know who's doing this. I don't know why they're doing this. I don't even care how they're doing this. When I get my hands on the son of a bitch who thought it'd be smart to fuck with me, I'll rip them a new asshole so big, so deep, it'll reach the southern ice caps and change the planet's rotational axis, turning this mudball into a testament of my Frozen, indiscriminate fury!)

Accelerator shut his eyes and took a deep breath for some seconds before he exhaled.

(Alright...calm down. Getting angry isn't going get me any closer to solving the problem. But it's a damn good motivator.)

He squinted. Then his pupils shifted to his cane.

(Wait a second… Something's not adding up. First off all, I've modified my cane in order to block any outside frequencies from interfering with my choker with a counter frequency of my own. And that was done in private. And...and…)

"Arghhh…"

Accelerator squeezed the side of his head again.

(My ability to manipulate vectors is dependent on my calculation speed, which is dependent on how much brain power I can use. I can alter anything the direction and magnitude of anything within the bounds of what I'm can consciously and subconsciously process.

Around his neck was an electrode styled choker with two wires hooked up to the back of his skull. On the front it, there was a tiny red light. Its presence seemed to take up the entire room.

(The Calculation Assistance Device connects my brain to The Misaka Network through a bioelectric wavelength. That helps me retain motor and verbal skills as and assists me in my calculations via matching wavelengths with the remaining the brains of the 9,970 clones. And this fucking migraine isn't doing me any favors. So that means…)

He pressed a button on the side of the electrode. With a strange sound, the red light turned green.

He turned around and almost tripped over his own feet but caught himself. He let go of his cane and grabbed the pillow with a single hand. With his free hand, he poked the long side of it with an index finger. He kept like that for a few seconds. His brow slightly tightened.

Seconds later, the pillow was sliced in an awkward N shaped pattern. He stared indifferently at the white rain. His eyebrows slightly tightened.

(It's just as I feared... That wasn't the pattern I was going for. I was trying to slice this pillow in a straight vertical straight line. For some reason, the accuracy of my calculations... has significantly gone down. That rules out any attempt at altering the contractions of the blood vessels in my brain. Wouldn't want to accidentally pop one. Or all of them.)

He switched the button off and stared at the floor. He began to pace back and forth.

(But how is this even possible? My passive vector calculations should prevent me from succumbing to any obtrusions in blood flow in the first place. And I've never gotten sick a day in my life so I've probably been subconsciously blocking any pathogenic agents from entering my body. That can only mean that this is the result of an outside interference.

(But who? If it was somebody from the remnants of the Dark Side, they'd have no way of tracking my location since the cane blocks out any interfering signals. And because of that, they can't create a counter frequency since they can't analyze the cane's properties from a distance. I'm basically incognito. Unless we're talking about that bastard angel who can just pop into my mind any time he wants, but there'd be no purpose to that since I'm being used. And as far as I can tell, he can't manipulate technology from a distance.)

Accelerator stopped in place. He chuckled and a sadistic smile crept on to his face.

(So the only possible conclusion is that somebody is actively out to get me. Somehow or other, my abilities are throwing a wrench into their plans. But it's not like I just decided today would be a good day to go take on the town like some tourist. There's no reason somebody would want me out the picture unless they had plans that would either A) specifically involve me or B)...)

His smile suddenly vanished. It felt like the room was spinning. All gravity disappeared. Every sensation, gone. The only thing Accelerator felt was the depthless void he had fallen into.

(They're planning on waning out the city's defenses, including the most powerful ESPers. Meaning the entire city is under attack. And going about how they casually took some of my power, they likely have the means to pull it off too.)

He struggled, but he managed to make his way to the exit. Normally, he'd smile at the opportunity to punish those foolish enough to cross paths with him on a bad day. But, this time his face was neutral...No, that's not quite accurate. It was subtle, but on that pale demeanor, for once there was a hint of anxiety. The most powerful weapon in a city of weapons was worried.

(This is bigger than me...Than Academy City's #1 Level 5. This affects the lives of people who've come this far in spite of the relentless cesspool of garbage this shitty society's casually thrown at them. People who truly deserve the happiness that they've fought tooth and nail to attain. But this isn't a job for those people.

(No, this is a bloodbath, a throwback to those nightmarish days I can never wash myself clean of. So rest assured, I won't allow those people get caught up in the crossfire. I'll never be an angel on the throes of heaven. But today, I'll be the Devil that drags your bitch assess to the deepest, smoldering pits of hell. And we'll dance to

till the to the moon rises in that skyless garden.

With shaky legs and an uneven gait, Accelerator marched to the bedroom door. He placed a hand on the knob and squeezed it. The door opened.

(I can't afford to waste any time...I have to talk to Yoshikawa. She'll know what to make of my situation. And then…

The room was a dark, but he walked towards the light. The boy who was both yet neither crossed over, and he squinted.

(...I need my morning coffee.)