My life wasn't normal; then again what the fuck is normal anyway? My brother could control his powers from the beginning, light and auras were his specialty. He could make the Aurora borealis appear in our bedroom at night then make himself disappear in the early morning hours at the flick of his wrist. He was soft spoken but then that was because he could read people's energy like a book. Why talk when their own bodies would give them away? Least that's what he would say to me. I'm not afraid to admit that for a long time I envied him and the powers he had because while he could hide his with no problem every electronic in twenty feet of me could blow at any moment if I wasn't careful.

Upset, angry, excited, or sick? Something was going to blow and I would hear my name screamed. Really I know that's why my Dad never stayed around. Two freaks were enough let alone one unable to get his shit together, though the last straw for him didn't come until I was sixteen.

I was bored that rainy day and since Mattie was busy I went down to the arcade. The place was ancient but it could still get a crowd on a Saturday night. But on this day it was pretty much dead with the only other person around seemed to have been passed out on the Polybius machine near the entrance. I didn't care, assuming he was just high so I took my quarters to the Mr. Pac Man game that was sitting in the far corner. It was old school but to me it was still pretty awesome. So I carefully started to play, really I could have cheated to get the high score. It would have been child's play to hack the machine's data and make it say Alfred at the every line of the score board but I was trying to be honest.

The game had a special place in my heart like many others that would come after so I would earn my place. I was getting pretty high up there when fate decided it had other plans.

"Hey fucktard."

I tried not to flinch, instead pressing the buttons harder as I saw his face reflect on the screen. Out of all the arcades in the whole town the asshole had to walk into mine. His black hair was matted down from the rain and his blue eyes were looking cleanly at me, almost begging me to say something.

"Didn't you hear me?" He said in a whiny tone as he took my sleeve. "Huh shit head?"

My eyes narrowed and I could see in my reflection that my eyes were glowing a dark blue. "Go away." I answered sharply as I tried my best to control the power that wanted to break free. "Leave me alone."

He grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around so fast my head was spinning. "Why don't you make me, Sparky."

Oh that lopsided grin of his was enough to send me over the edge. I should have walked away, I should have been the bigger man but when my fist hit him square in the jaw I knew it wasn't going to happen. But damn it, he deserved it and it felt so good. "Oh go fuck yourself!" I yelled as I took a step forward, sparks jumping from my fingertips. After years of taking shit from him and his minions I finally had a chance to stand up for myself. It was only me and him and in a fair fight I at least stood a chance. "Or why don't you go fuck-"

I didn't have a chance to finish as he lunged at me, knocking me down and started to beat my face into the carpet with a fury I wasn't expecting. "Fuck who dipshit?" He growled out as he slammed my face down. "Huh? Answer the question!"

I had never seen him so enraged and never did I imagine he would be as strong as he was, in fact it felt almost inhuman. I knew if I didn't do something fast he would have killed me too so I shoved my hand in his face and let lose a bolt of electricity that would have put a lightning storm to shame. It sent him flying backwards but to my surprise it didn't kill him, fuck it barely looked like he was fazed. "Oh you wanna play Pork Chop?" He said, licking his lips as blood poured from his nose. "Cause I'm not done beating your pretty little face in."

I was dizzy but I jumped back to my feet. I could feel the electricity hanging heavily in the air then and I knew it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. So I took a step back, bumping into the Pac Man machine as I did. "Stop!" I screamed out as he took a step towards me with murder in his eyes. It was going to happen, every inch of my mind was scrambling to force it back, to stop but in the end my mind switched on me. It couldn't stop what was about to happen so it decided to save me instead. My body dissolved into the machine behind me just as the current in the air erupted.

Every machine in the arcade exploded like massive bomb with enough power to wipe the building clean off of the map. Nothing was left except for the Pac Man machine and me hiding safely in its data stream. I stayed in there hugging Pinky until I knew the coast was clear than I pulled myself away from the game. Once I was five feet away the machine collapsed into rubble but I didn't stick around to mourn the loss of the game that saved me.

I had to get out of there fast and after a few hours I was able to make it home sometime around midnight. The house was dark and the back door was locked but thankfully for me my mother always left the basement door unlocked. I stumbled in, trying my hardest not to wake anyone but as I opened the door leading to the kitchen a blinding light met me. "Gas leak my ass." He growled with a look of disdain on his face. "You blew it up."

"I didn't mean to." I answered weakly, my head was pounding, my legs were shaking and all I wanted to do was curl up into my bed and forget the whole thing happened. In my mind I had killed at least one person and I didn't know what had happened to the other man passed out on the other end of the arcade. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" His voice was booming. "No you were sorry when you destroyed all my electronics, you were sorry when you knocked out the power grid every time you cried. You were sorry when you made your mother's heart stop when she gave birth to you! No! I should have known then you'd be nothing but a monster then but your mother always came to your defense well no more. Get out!"

I stood there like a lost wet puppy. "Dad..."

"Get out!" At that moment my mother walked in, took one look at my face and burst into tears. "Now!" He yelled again.

I had no choice so I limped out and hid in the shed until dawn broke the next morning. My face was caked in dried blood and tears and I was sure my nose was broken in more than a few places. "Alfred?" I heard in a gentle voice. "Let me clean you up."

It was clear she had been up all night crying too by the look of her red puffy eyes. "Mom...I didn't mean to do it." I managed as she started to gingerly wipe my face. "Please can I come home?"

"You're father's mind is made up." She answered with a sad sigh. "You could have hurt a lot of people this time." I couldn't say anything, but just hung my head. "So you're going to live with your uncle..."

"I killed someone Mom." I finally said looking her in the eye.

She sucked in a breath before answering. "No you didn't. There was no one there. In fact it was closed when you...had your little incident."

I shook my head. "Mom,"

"Alfred." Her voice was low, almost threatening. "There was no one in there. Now your father went to work so come in, gather your things and wait for your uncle."

What she was hiding from me I'll never know but, there was something in her eyes that scared me and deep down I know whatever it was scared her too.