To whom it may concern,
I am Gravitron, I am here to help those who are in distress.
I am often mistaken for a hero, but I am just a person who
wants to see people getting along with each other, not hurt
each other. I have strength and agility, and I have talents
that allow me to be stronger than humanly possible. Do not
fear me, for I am not looking for power or conquest. If you
choose to harm others, fear is not enough to protect you
from me. Often you will not even know that I am around, but
you will fail in you efforts to do evil. Know that Gravitron
is near when you are defeated by accidents.
Signed,
Anonymous
Will dropped the letter addressed to the local newspaper into the mailbox. He felt better about warning the criminal element that he was arriving. If he could deter them before he had to use his powers, he could stay here longer. He hated leaving towns before he could get work. He needed money, the burger he had eaten two days ago was a distant memory to his starving body. He needed a shave, a bath and thick steak smothered in onions and mushrooms.
It never entered Will's mind that he had the power to get money whenever he wanted. Those Salvation Army buckets full of coins and bills would be easy pickings for a man with the ability to reverse gravity. Who could stop him from entering a bank and lifting everyone to the ceiling and taking whatever he wanted? His responsibility to the world that hated mutants was greater than his desire for even food. He would find a homeless shelter, take a bath, get some food from the soup kitchen, and then look for work. He loved the outdoors, and construction sites always needed laborers. Many paid cash at the end of the day. A sound from the next street broke Will's train of thought. Screeching brakes, and crunching metal, then a scream.
Will hurried around the corner to find chaos. A sports cars had cut off a truck driver who had swerved too hard and his tanker had tipped over onto a station wagon. The tanker had crushed the wagon so that the doors would not open. All Will could see of the station wagon was the driver side, where a shrieking woman was trying to open her door.
Will lightened the tanker enough to tip it back onto its wheels. Then he caused the station wagon's roof to become lighter, and the pressure eased from the door, which the frantic woman opened and ran from the wreckage. Will made sure nobody else was in danger, and then he headed off toward the homeless shelter. The people at the scene of the accident oblivious to the heroics just performed among them. Will's stomach growled.
I am Gravitron, I am here to help those who are in distress.
I am often mistaken for a hero, but I am just a person who
wants to see people getting along with each other, not hurt
each other. I have strength and agility, and I have talents
that allow me to be stronger than humanly possible. Do not
fear me, for I am not looking for power or conquest. If you
choose to harm others, fear is not enough to protect you
from me. Often you will not even know that I am around, but
you will fail in you efforts to do evil. Know that Gravitron
is near when you are defeated by accidents.
Signed,
Anonymous
Will dropped the letter addressed to the local newspaper into the mailbox. He felt better about warning the criminal element that he was arriving. If he could deter them before he had to use his powers, he could stay here longer. He hated leaving towns before he could get work. He needed money, the burger he had eaten two days ago was a distant memory to his starving body. He needed a shave, a bath and thick steak smothered in onions and mushrooms.
It never entered Will's mind that he had the power to get money whenever he wanted. Those Salvation Army buckets full of coins and bills would be easy pickings for a man with the ability to reverse gravity. Who could stop him from entering a bank and lifting everyone to the ceiling and taking whatever he wanted? His responsibility to the world that hated mutants was greater than his desire for even food. He would find a homeless shelter, take a bath, get some food from the soup kitchen, and then look for work. He loved the outdoors, and construction sites always needed laborers. Many paid cash at the end of the day. A sound from the next street broke Will's train of thought. Screeching brakes, and crunching metal, then a scream.
Will hurried around the corner to find chaos. A sports cars had cut off a truck driver who had swerved too hard and his tanker had tipped over onto a station wagon. The tanker had crushed the wagon so that the doors would not open. All Will could see of the station wagon was the driver side, where a shrieking woman was trying to open her door.
Will lightened the tanker enough to tip it back onto its wheels. Then he caused the station wagon's roof to become lighter, and the pressure eased from the door, which the frantic woman opened and ran from the wreckage. Will made sure nobody else was in danger, and then he headed off toward the homeless shelter. The people at the scene of the accident oblivious to the heroics just performed among them. Will's stomach growled.