[ A/N: Warning. Up ahead is slight NTR but don't worry, this will be the only time. There is no NTR after this one. ]
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[ FIRST POV. ]
The view from the roof of the Zenith Spire costs fifty credits a minute if you're a tourist. Which, to me, was a fuckin' scam. So, I just picked the lock on the service stairwell, and watched the view for free.
Picking the lock wasn't hard. This shit skyscraper was nothing but old. Only people who worked here were ghost.
Maybe.
I have no clue.
Seventy stories up, the wind doesn't just blow like the wind does; it actually tries to shove you around and maybe even off. Rude, huh? It smelled like ozone and depression up here --- the distinct, headache-inducing scent of processed mana. Below me, Tower City sprawled out like a circuit board designed by a drunk artist who had a fetish for 'colors'.
Neon ley-lines pulsed through the asphalt veins of the streets, and holographic billboards screamed for attention, fifty feet tall and brighter than the sun.
Some went high. A hologram, basically. Showing ads, or what's happening around the world or in tower city. Blimps lazily drifted around like lazy puffer fish. All sorts of high and mighty skyscrapers could visibly be seen.
I watched as a billboard, a gargantuan projection of Ethan Anderson --- currently Ranked #8, the pompous asshole named 'thunder' who calls himself a hero --- who also sells energy drinks to the masses. On the almighty billboard, he was smiling, his teeth whiter than my future, holding a can and bottle of Thunder-fizzy like it was the Holy Grail.
"Drink the Power," the ad boomed, shaking the gravel under my cheap sneakers.
I took a sip of my lukewarm, vending-machine soda. A pitiful 'fanta' can fitting in my grip perfectly.
"Fuck you, And, your fuckin' ADHD drink," I muttered.
My tone wasn't angry. It was just a statement of fact. A greeting, really.
I truly hated that fucker.
I sat on the ledge, letting my legs dangle over the abyss below. Down there, millions of people were scurrying around, casting spells, not to fight or protect, but to show off and feed their egos, flying on or gliding on what most people would call: Hover-boards.
Or just generally being magical.
Let me explain how everything around me looked like it was pulled out of a si-fi movie, and how now people could use powers.
It all started seventeen years ago, when god or maybe gods, decided to drop a fat dildo on earth for no apparent reason.
The Tower had punched its way out of the earth's crust like a giant, obsidian middle finger, and physics had decided to take an extended vacation. Once it landed on earth, shaking the whole ball of peasants for a minute straight, that was when the world turned into an RPG, and everyone got an ability
One ability.
And a System interface to see you're stats and what ability you got. Downside; Is you cannot see the rank of your ability. You're interface won't show you that.
Which is why the strong and smarter ones decided to build the "Ranker Association.". A place you can go and see your rank.
Every single human on this planet at least had an ability and system. Even if your ability was the lowest of the low and got you nowhere. You still got one nonetheless.
Everyone except me.
I checked my watch that somehow held on around my wrist still.
11:57 PM.
Is what my watch showed.
I was twenty-nine years old soon. In about 3 minutes from now, I'll be one more step away from unc status.
The year today was 2036, August 31st. Last day of the month than it'll be September.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn't bother checking it. I knew who it was already --- The automated system from the Department of Human Preservation, wishing me a happy birthday and reminding me to update my residency permit.
At least someone still gave me a happy birthday. Even if that someone wasn't real.
Let me tell you something else aswell. Because It was pretty awesome If you looked at It from the light and not the darkness.
I have a title that is rightfully mine. No one else in the world held this title. Other than myself. So inna way, I was quite special.
Title: The Last True Human.
Sounds noble, doesn't it? Like I'm some kind of holy relic or some shit.
In reality, it just meant I was the controlled. The null. The only person in a city of twelve million who couldn't light a candle with a snap of his fingers or double-jump. I was a protected species, like a panda that refuses to mate. Legally, nobody could kill me without facing the same fate. Socially? I was a walking, talking clown.
Whomp, whomp, right? Haha.
And yes, you did hear that right. I even had a law surrounding my very existence. Makes me even more special, doesn't it? That law was applied when the world finally found out about my condition. Which was approximately .... nine, ten? Years ago. I couldn't really remember.
There was only one anyways.
Law 1: One must not kill me.
Simple, understandable, and must be upheld. Yeah, nah~, That law was just to keep me around. Keep me alive for the "just incase" or "IFs" would to every happen.
The only reason the world never heard of me was because of the very association they held with deep, bright and unshakeable respect. Not knowing that they held my information as top-top secret for their own selfish needs.
Simply put; If abilities started killing people for whatever reason, I was the cure since I still had human blood. You may wonder why they still let me walk freely, Right? It was because one: They knew I couldn't run away. Two: They knew no one in this world would help me. And three: They were already draining my blood every single year anyway.
And why they needed my blood, was solely because I never awakened an ability so I wasn't touched by mana.
Every year, people from the association would come to me and draw my blood until they were satisfied, or I passed out. Which is why I was so skinny and could never grow muscle.
I couldn't fight back, even though I had the knowledge of combat and knew how to at least throw a punch, I couldn't. They had abilities and I had nothing. So I just surrendered to them. Letting myself be used as a blood bag. Letting my worthless mindset grow day by day.
I hated them. I hated every single person In this city. I mean, don't they fear that I'll "maybe" awaken a broken ability and cause world domination? Are these people that goddamn brain dead?
I took another sip of the terrible soda and thought about my mother. Just to get those villain-like thoughts out of my head.
But, I guess thoughts of my mother weren't the go, I just had no good memories. I did, but now those all seemed false .... which is why I'm even up here.
Anyway, my mother. Who, honestly? I don't even think was my real mother. We looked nothing alike after all.
She hadn't been abusive in the way that gets you a sob story movie of the week. She didn't beat me. She actually never came close too.
She just opted out. Right after the Awakenings happened and I tested negative for mana sensitivity and deemed ability-less. She looked at me like I was a broken toaster she'd lost the receipt for.
Like I was a useless potato.
So, she couldn't return me to wherever the fuck she found me. I don't even know why she let me still stay at her house.
She spent my childhood obsessing over my younger brother, who could turn his skin into steel. And my sister who could summon weapons from out of air. She spent my childhood learning how to be invisible. How to not 'be' there for me.
It's a useful skill when you're the only kid in middle school who breaks when hit.
The invisible part, I mean.
Let's just say .... my own family didn't love me.
I remember when I was just a fourteen kid. Cause you awaken the system and your ability at twelve.
If my memories served correctly, then It was back in my middle school locker room. Three guys cornered me --- minor talents, E-Rank potential at best.
Though, I think one of them are now quite ranked.
Anyway.
They didn't want anything from me. Who would want something from me?
One of them, a prick named Jason with a literal fiery temper, branded his initials into my shoulder. He was one of the ones who knew of my condition. His father did work for the association and probably caught wind of me by accident. Of course, the little shit was nice enough to not expose me.
"Just checking if it's true, Avon," he'd say while laughing. His goons chiming in with their weak ass sarcasm.
I hadn't screamed back then. I'd just stared at the wall, counting the cracks in the tile, waiting for them to get bored. It hurt like a bitch, Yes. But I just bit the inside of my cheek to suppress my mouth from opening. Drinking my very own blood just so It didn't fill my mouth up. (Big Pause)
That was the day I learned the most important lesson of my life: Dignity is a luxury item. Survival is the economy brand. You smile, you nod, and you wait for the strong to move on to a new toy.
It worked.
Sometimes.
Instinctively, I rubbed my left shoulder. The scar was still there, a glossy patch of skin under my shirt.
I'd left that town at fifteen with a backpack full of nothing and a head full of bad wiring. I came to Tower City because I thought anonymity would be better than ridicule. I thought being a small fish in a big, magical pond would be safe.
Fuck if I know why I was thinking like that. Desperate, I guess? Pretty fuckin' stupid now that I thought back on It.
And for a while, it was safe. I did part time jobs that paid shit. I paid taxes. I tried my hardest to live. And once I hit seventeen, I went to the academy where all up and coming geniuses and prodigies went.
I went only to at least gain some strength and learn how to defend myself. Which Is how I knew combat quite well. It was because of that fucked up academy, that by the way, I didn't last long at.
That place broke me into tiny, pitiful pieces.
All because of that motherfucker I still wanna kill till this day. The first ever person I actually showed killing intent too.
Anyways, after all of that, I left and came to the D district. A place close to the outskirts of the city.
A low key place where I kept my head down and survived.
That's where I met Mira.
Mira wasn't a high-ranker. She was a D-Rank healer with a soft voice and a smile that didn't look practiced. She was the only one who didn't care that I was ability-less. She said she liked that I was "grounded." Or "different."
Funny words, grounded and different.
We lasted two years. Two years of me thinking that maybe, just maybe, the universe had stopped keeping scores. Two years of playing house, ignoring the fact that she was ageless and glowing while I was just .… meat.
That leads me to yesterday. Where I found out what she really was like.
Cheating, if you hadn't already caught the hints. (If there was even any?)
I didn't catch them in bed. That would have been to cliché. No, no, no. Even worse actually. I caught them having dinner.
Now how could that be worse, You may ask? Well, It was because they were having dinner well Mira was getting her cheeks annihilated.
She moaned, D-Rank pussy ass did aswell. Rocking the table of "MY" fuckin' apartment like crazy fuck demons.
She looked like she was on cloud nine. Maybe even higher. And the dude railing her "honey pot" from behind? The motherfucker had the absolute audacity to feast well he did the deed.
Like he was some fuckin' king or something.
And something inside me snapped. I could feel that dumb green hat floating towards my head. So, I did what any man would have at least did In this situation.
I didn't storm in there and yell, "how could you," with a pained expression.
And I most differently wasn't gonna watch this shit like a cuck.
So I creeped.
Because, whoever this faggot was, had his back slightly turned, blocking his vision from seeing me approach. Which meant he couldn't use whatever ability he had because my trusty bat would be at his fuckin' dome before he could even cum.
I approached behind him slowly. His bare butt gazing at me with judgment. Same for hers aswell, almost like they were telling me "don't." But my eyes were locked on his head, not their ass.
The sounds and the thrusting grew louder, my silent approach not stopping. Or, so I hoped I was silent. After all, my heart was hammering inside my rib cage. Anger and pain was probably flickering on my face right now.
I couldn't remember since all I could feel was angry and disgust and disrespect.
"HNNNNggg~!! YES!! YES! YUSSSS! HARDER! G–GO HARDER!! OH MY GAW~DDD~!! HNNG~!"
And from the sounds of my "bitch of an ex" was making, she was about to reach climax for who knew how many she had. So, the nameless dude went harder, canceling out my growing foot steps.
I simply couldn't hold my anger back no more.
I raised the bat I had grabbed before coming inside the kitchen, the guy was a head taller then me but my bat was taller, and so I swung that bitch across the dudes head. A metal hitting skull thud interrupting their fuck show.
He dick slipped out with a wet sound. Her honey pot throbbing like an anxiety attack. (Twitching and gasping for more.)
I could hear her shock at the sudden wind and scene. But I cut her out of my view.
Even the tuna fish smell that came from "that" area.
I watched as the guy stumbled sideways, utter shock and pain crunching his pleasure expression away instantly.
He grunted at the head pain. Gripping the side I hit with urgency. I watched as a small waterfall of blood slowly went down his face.
Not one to stop or bathe in the thrill, I swung at his head again well he was still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
BANG~!!
The bat came down like gods own judgment. Hard. Brutal. And unforgiving.
It put the dude into a dazed state. Which most likely would last a couple of seconds. So I turned my gaze back to my now 'ex.' and seeing her shock, guilt, anger and lust, I couldn't help but feel even more disgusted.
"A–avon .... look I can explain, Okay!? I didn't mean t—!!" She tried to stammer out.
But I cut her off. With my bat, hehe.
I swung at her head aswell, catching her off guard, since she must of thought I wouldn't of did something like swing a whole bat at her.
But sucks for her. I did.
And my bat slammed down and landed perfectly on her head with a satisfying Thud sound, mixed with a Crack.
She screamed, stumbled back as she gripped her head top, her bare honey pot and bussoms blessing my eyes. Or, would have, if I didn't catch her being fucked.
I didn't bother speaking some chessy one-liner or even droll over her birthday suit, I just turned around, and bolted towards the front door because the guy was slowly coming back to his senses.
I wasn't stupid enough to fight a one on one. My ego wouldn't allow me to die by his hands.
Step! Step! Step! Step!
And as soon as I hit the hallway that went straight to the front door, I heard a defying scream from behind.
"AVOOOON!! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!!" The unnamed dude yelled. His throat probably cursing his existence just because of that one scream.
Obviously I didn't get the fuck back there.
I actually, for once in my life, accepted the part of me that just wanted to be at peace now.
Aka, suicide. And the part that just didn't give a flying fuck anymore.
So I didn't shy away from the angry hornet named 'nameless', I entertained It.
Once my grip held the front door handle, I slammed it down, the apartment door opening with a thunderous bang.
Behind me, nameless was standing outside of the kitchen door now, his expression fumming with unexplainable rage. His expression right then was .... beautiful to me. Absolute beauty.
And knowing If he killed me, he'll also die. Because like I said, who ever killed me would meet the same fate by the association. It fueled me with even more satisfaction. Even if mildly.
Just like his unexplainable rage, an unexplainable feeling bubbled up inside me aswell. And as I watched him stumble and walk towards me, that feeling got stronger.
It wasn't fear. That emotion left me long ago. No, this feeling was .... thrill, I think? I felt good, seeing another human suffer because of me. So, yeah, I think I felt thrilled.
And with that feeling, came an unexpected confidence and arrogance. Maybe because I've seen far to many of them, I myself became one. I don't know. My emotions were everywhere right then so I couldn't place a finger of where that confidence came from.
As I watched him get closer, his gaze gleaming with anger well they locked onto me, I flipped him the boldest, and most beautifulest middle finger I think I've ever done. With a cringe worthy smug grin too add seasoning.
"Bitch ass motherfucker~!" I'd boldly said to him as I ran again, leaving him and slut queen alone. I could hear him yell my name again, some nonsense about 'I'll kill you!' Yada yada, but his hollow words went in one ear and out the other ear.
When I was running, I had touched my face, not knowing why, but I just did. And I felt my face holding that some smug grin. Feeling It grow bigger as I ran faster.
...
And now that I thought back to that moment, I couldn't help but cringe hard. Very hard.
'Bitch ass motherfucker? The fuck type of one-liner was that? Maan, I sounded so un-cool," I thought with a light head shake. A sigh leaving my mouth. Long, and utterly tired.
She even had the courage to text me an hour later and say, "Please, come back, Avon. I can explain. Please?"
And I had to bring my phone far away from my face with a fat, 'bitch what the fuck,' expression.
I didn't bother after that. I just deleted the message app and stuffed my phone back into my pocket.
I looked down at the city again. The mana pollution was getting thicker, a purple haze settling over the lower districts. My chest felt hollow at this very moment. Not sad. Just empty.
I was twenty-nine. I had no powers, no family, no money, and the emotional structural integrity of a wet paper bag. I had spent my entire life enduring, waiting for the part where it got better.
But, I just can't go on any longer than I already have.
I now just wanted peace. I now just wanted to not be living.
"Depressing~, haha~" I said with a light chuckle. The wind picking up and snatching them away with greediness. Also whipping my dark hair into my eyes to add that, "Fuck you~"
Fun fact: My hair actually use to be pink. Not dark. Thought I'd say that for some reason.
I stood up slowly. My knees popping as I grew to my full height, and from the sounds of the pops, even my joints were tired of this shit.
I walked calmly on the edge of the huge building I was on. Since I was dying, I might aswell have fun by teasing death like a milf does when she teases a flustered boy. (Don't know why that's the example.)
And to do that, I did a slow dance to the end of the edge. Unhurried. Calm and steady.
I was doing that famous saying. The one that went like,
"Dance in the face of death~"
Is what I was doing right now. After a few seconds, I changed from the slow dance to a lazy T-pose, adding some theatrical spins.
I felt so free right now. So out of reality that I thought was crazy and weird. At least I was feeling that happy feeling, I guess.
The toes of my sneakers hung over the precipice as I came to stop. The drop was quite mesmerizing. A straight shot down to the plaza, where the crowds looked like ants swarming a dropped lollipop.
I just gazed down, my pupils that used to be light blue, now held a hollow black. I stood high and thought for awhile. Then I stopped entirely.
I didn't hesitate. There was no cinematic deep breath. No tears or tear running down my cheek.
I just stepped forward, like I was stepping onto a road crossing when the walk light turned green. My arms still spread lazy.
Gravity grabbed me instantly, like a jealous lover pulling her man towards her. Instantly, the wind roared, tearing the air from my lungs and hurting my eardrums. The lights of the city blurred into streaks of neon violence.
The rushing air deafened me. The ground rushed up to meet me, a concrete mouth opening wide.
I stopped looking at the ground and move my pupils towards the ominous tower. I blame that fat gods dildo for my suffering. Cause if that didn't show up, I might of been treated normally still.
I didn't feel fear knowing I was about to die. I actually felt relief wash over me. Warm. Kinda cozy. Something I want If I ever be reborn.
As I came flying down, the ground getting closer and closer by the second. I stared at the tower still.
Until, I think I saw something move at the very top of it, making me confused. I blinked and focused at the top quickly. Trying real hard to open my eyes wide but the wind was making that really difficult. Like it was saying, "nah, big bruh" and made me squint instead.
Even though the tower was very wide, tall, and huge, people could visible see the red bright glow at the tippity top of the Tower. Only at night time though.
And for some odd reason, I could feel it. I could feel the gaze of the tower watching me plummet. Or, what I think is the watching eyes of the Tower.
The intensity of the feeling made me feel small. Like a baby ant who couldn't even walk yet. But, It didn't feel malicious or anything. It actually felt warm.
Like a mothers loving gaze. Or an angels gentle gaze. Though I felt neither, so I guess, it felt like the suns afternoon warmth.
And without me knowing, I wasn't far from the ground but my gaze wouldn't move away from the top of the tower.
And as soon as my head was about 7feet away from doom. I saw the towers top glow brighter with a red and black glow.
It swirled like a vortex, just small and probably unseeable by the eyes below. But, to me? I could see it very clearly.
Darkness snapped my eyes shut like a steel trap.
Forever to wonder at why that happened.
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[ A/N: Please don't take suicide like this. Suicide is not something to make beautiful. This is just fiction, and I strongly advise you guys not to fall into a mindset like this. I have been there and it's not fun. Luv & peace. ]