The smell of rain started to fill the area, cooling off the summer suns heat. The mix of the cool rain and the smell of freshly cut grass filled Frank's nose. He didn't have time to stop and enjoy it though as he was busy trimming the trees for any miss grown branches or leaves. His work day was filled with the same repetitive tasks that he made sure to finish on time perfectly. Filling the trash bags full of the dead leaves and brush, he looked around to make sure he didn't miss anything.
His childhood started off like any other kids life starts out. He went to school and learned basic things like math and science, read books about children, stories, monsters, heroes even. He had a simple life with a loving mother and father. His father however went out late and got home early in the morning, always smelling like booze and puke. His mother never had the courage to ask him what happened and stayed quiet. One night, a night Frank will never forget, he was playing in his room around the age of 14 when his father came home.
The sound of his big, heavy shoes slamming on the stairs like they always did. The clatter of keys and his fathers bags against the hard wooden floorboards surprised Frank, however he soon went back to playing. His father had never hit him or his mother so he thought he would just go to sleep after greeting his mom. Suddenly the sound of heavy shoes stopped at what Frank assumed was his parents bedroom door. There was no talking, an eerie silence filled the house, until those slow, heavy steps hurriedly walked to his bedroom door.
Swinging the door open his father looked around, seemingly panicked, as if he was looking for something. Soon his eyes locked on his son and they softened a little bit. "Do you know where your mother is?" his father asked calmly, still looking around his room with that drunken haze blurring his vision.
"Umm... last time I saw her I walked inside from school and dropped my bag by the front door. She was cooking supper I think, I didn't really pay attention," Looking at his father he could see a small sliver of worry in his gaze. "Alright son, go back to playing if you want. Have you and your mom eaten yet?"
"Nope, which is weird because she started cooking a while ago. Maybe she's outside?" Nodding his head, his father went down the stairs. Frank went back to playing with the action figures that he had gotten for Christmas 4 months ago. The world was filled with people of all different backgrounds, but there was a main theme for the ones in power, mutations, the ability to have mutations in your body were like super powers for the people. When they started popping up 40 years ago it was chaos, but after time things became normal again.
The Mutations Control Agency, the MCA, became the new way for control and peace. Any newborn child obtained a mutation. Which was then documented, categorized, and countered in a number of hours. They took their name seriously and controlled every newborn's power to make sure they couldn't hurt the public.
Frank was born with the power of earth control. With a sub mutation to control plants , he could have a flower bloom from a seed in two minutes. That didn't give him many cool powers but at least they always had a fully grown vegetables in the winter. His mother had a certain control over the earth element while his father had control over water.
Coming back inside his father had a rotten look on his face. "Where is your mother?" Clearly not in a good mood Frank just repeated that he hasn't seen her recently. Something in the gaze in his father changed. Something on a deeper level, something primal. "WHERE IS YOUR GODDAMN MOTHER!" His father yelled as he started subconsciously using his mutation. The air started to get damper, as if it was about to rain.
Clouds started to gather around their small house, slowly getting darker and darker. Then the rain came. His father, who was considered lucky, a middle level mutation expert who can change the weather of a small town, has decided to subconsciously start a deluge. Immediately the rain turned into a downpour, and then you could barely travel 10 feet without having your feet covered by water.
"DAD, What are you doing!" Frank tried to say to his father, but even if his father wasn't drunk he had no chance with the loud rain coming down. Running to the garage he took his fathers car and drove as fast as he could. Sirens began to ring because the general people inside their small little city wasn't expecting someone to go berserk on a whim. Chaos consumed the city, it all happened in 10 minutes. Barely anyone could get out of the city as it was late 11pm. An entire chunk of the city was drowned in 15 ft waves. Frank just kept on driving until the water looked like a stream passing him. Thousands dead, in mere minutes, the MC's, mutation counters, took 11 minutes to kill his father. If they got there any later then even more would have died.
Looking back he should have noticed the signs, his father coming back basically black out drunk, his mother leaving him with a baby sitter to go meet a 'friend', and how neither of them even cared about his safety even in the end. He felt truly alone. Well he had ten years to think about it and more debt that he ever pay off to the city. The sins of the father truly fell onto the child. Both of his parents were confirmed dead. His father... killed on sight, his mother... was found inside a waterlogged car with a young man inside a lake.
Finally finishing up cleaning up all of the dead, fallen leaves and tossing them into the back of his truck Frank headed home. He worked as a free lancer lawn cleaner. He was even highly regarded among his 'neighbors' as he could control plant life and mold it to their liking. He lived in a small shack that can barely be called livable while most of his neighbors lived in large houses with too much land to think about. The sole reason they didn't kick him out was because of his talents.
Heading on home Frank decided to head to his happy place. A place surrounded by nature and peace. Away from his snobby neighbors, away from the wreckage of his fathers madness, away from the weight of his crippling debt, away from humanity. He was never accepted in much for what his father did. They all judged everything without looking at any real information. "Morons," a tired old voice sounded throughout the forest. But even then Frank found peace, this place was his home, his domain, his happy place.