CHAPTER 2
It has been three years and I'm getting kinda desperate. I just can't get my fucking powers to work no matter how hard I concentrate no baseball. Fuck yondu use your heart boy what the fuck is that suppose to mean doesn't it just doesn't bloody work. Since last week when I saw a dairy queen eerily similar to the one In the opening scene of guardians I have been itching to unleash my birth rite. Fuck at this rate I won't be able to see Micheal Jackson. Honestly, screw my mom, she just drove right past it and when I asked to stop she just ignored me completely. She clearly doesn't want to talk about the old pop which I understand but I deserve to know this would really suck If he was my actual father and I didn't already know. I'm not a very empathetic person but I feel for Peter Quill at the moment. I guess that old saying about walking a mile in someone else's shoes really is true. Tonight is the night I wanted to keep a low profile and not upset my mother but I am sick of this boring life. The 80s suck man. I'm not a teenager who can cruise around on bikes listening to kick ass music. I'm just a little kid who has to watch the shittiest TV imaginable. I look into my bathroom mirror and take in my getup im wearing black chinos, a black Tactical Turtleneck, a black headband, and black vans. Quite frankly I look ridiculous standing on a stool. My little kid face all serious looking like an over the top action hero. I loved it ridiculously majestically 80s never have I been more thankful that my mother lets me pick out my own clothes. The thought makes me sigh I know my mother is doing her best but I have to do this I look dread into the mirror and proclaim "I'm running away from home" I quickly grab my backpack and slip out my bedroom window. I walk away without turning my back, determined to finally realize my potential.
It has been a long day, over twelve hours since I left home. I have been hiking alongside the highway hiding whenever a car drives past. After all, quite a few people would report a small child walking alone. Quite a few more would stop and talk to me. And a few might even try and prey on me. I can not let any of these happen especially the later two since I'm an unarmed 3 year old. I have had to stop several times and while an annoying weight I am glad I bought lots of food since I had to stop to eat several times too. Aha there I see it in the distance finally honestly god damn I'm bored I could really use some music when do I get that blasted Walkman ah well a matter for another time I have work to be done. Carefully I sneak behind the store without being seen. I slide down the gentle slope and stop before I find what I was looking for, the tool which my father plans to use to eliminate all life on earth. In person it is strangely beautiful and I do nothing but stare at the strange alien flower.
Carefully I reach out and touch it suddenly I gain an other worldly connection of both the plant and my body. I am hyper aware of every atom and the energy that flows through us both. I'm suddenly aware of how much power I truly control. I could use my innate power and control of nature as well as this plant's connection to life on earth to consume all surface life in an ever growing flood. Thinking more locally I turn its leaves green then make the flower glow brighter laughing at my success, I take my hand off the flower . I attempt to make my fingernails grow and it works just as easily "HA HA HA HA HA HA" I laugh maniacally and quite audibly. Realizing my currently disturbing lack of stealth I quiet down and touch the plant manipulating it until it collapses into little flakes of plant matter that will quickly decompose, hiding the evidence of my fathers involvement permanently. Walking back to the dairy queen I walk inside and get myself a malt shake my favorite ice cream order. I walk up to the payphone but then I hesitate I was originally planning to call my mom and get her too pick me up but an all honesty I don't need too I can survive all on my own simply absorbing material from the surrounding environment and I can in fact grow myself an adult body and even protect myself from any who might try and fight me. And It would probably be better for my mom too. She would be devastated but hopefully with me out of the picture EGO will never give her cancer or in case I try to remove it use harsher means. Making my mind up I plan my tour of american museums with wakandan artifacts. Soon I will master the technology that built Vision and craft myself a nearly indestructible body.
