Chapter 001 - ???

I killed a man.

It was pretty late at night, enough so that you could just hardly see what was outside, but it was still too dark to find any defining features. My brother and I sat on the couch in the living room watching TV and eating the shitty pizza we had ordered the day before. We lived alone, just the two of us, as our parents lived across the country. For a family of only Disabled, we were pretty well off. That's probably why he showed up. The noises came from everywhere, a few minutes apart. A slight tapping at the door, a clicking by the window, footsteps on the roof. Then the window in the next room over, the kitchen, shattered. By this point my brother and I had already been freaked out, so when the window went, my brother hid. I still don't know whether he saw what happened next, but I can only hope not. A man stepped through the broken window, already facing our direction as if he knew we were there. I backed away from the doorway I had been watching from carefully as not to make a sound. Then it happened.

"Don't think I don't see you, it's my ability."

The man had a rough, grown voice. I hated it. I hated all Enabled. They already were in a realm of their own, what more could this man possibly take? I tried to gather myself but I was seething with rage on the inside. I wanted this man to disappear off the face of the earth. But what could I do? Not only was I a Disabled 14 year old, but this man had an ability to let him see me through walls. I was backed into a corner. I knew that if this man was capable of seeing both me and my brother through walls, he would've known we were home before he broke in. He came here with the intent to kill.

An average Enabled ability posses two traits; one practical and one lethal. While it's not incredibly common, enough cases of rogue Enableds have happened that almost all Disabled own a firearm or have practiced a martial art. I chose the former, for simplicity. Moving at a speed I hope was too fast for the intruder to react, I ran to the basement door, stumbling down the stairs. At the bottom, I quickly turned and opened a steel compartment located within the wall. It contained one of the two Glock 19 pistols located in the house, both of which were pre-loaded with fifteen rounds of nine millimeter ammunition. I grabbed the handgun, just flicking the safety switch as I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. I turned, to face the intruder one final time, but I saw nothing. I carefully approached and began to climb the stairs, trying my hardest not to make a noise.

My brother is up there, alone with a man who intends to kill.

Fuck it.

I dashed up the stairs, readying my firearm as I reached the top. I didn't see anyone, so I took a step forward. Then came the pain.

A swift punch in the back of the head sent me tumbling across the room face first. The blow had made me drop my gun a few feet to my right, but if I were to grab it he would surely kill me before I could use it.

The world was spinning and the most I could do was gather my thoughts. This is where the two aspects I mentioned earlier come into play. The practical? Seeing me through a wall. Lethal? Strength. It's the only way a human could've sent a one-hundred-forty pound fourteen year old across a room this size so easily. I tried to get up but he placed his foot on my back, forcing me to the floor with a sickening crunch.

"You Disabled are all scum. You grasp so desperately at life. Why? Your kind serves no purpose in this world, you're all nothing more than gum on my shoe. You. Are. Worthless." The man ended his speech by stomping on my back once more, even harder this time.

I hated him. I hated all Enabled. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to send him to hell. My only option was to try and grab the gun now or die.

Cold steel. The trigger felt hard to pull in my weakened state. Pain. He kicked me again. I missed. I shot again. And again. And again. I don't know how many times I shot, but there was blood everywhere. Mine? His? I couldn't tell. At this point, it didn't matter. I had no energy left, and no choices to make. My arms went limp, and I closed my eyes.