Part 2 - Fighting a gangleader

I was hanging out with the friend that had just caused me to remember. We nicely talked and had fun gaming just as my mom entered my room, sobbing and asking Martin to leave who complied and left, only to hear me having a breakdown and not knowing what to do.

"Your father sped home in his car and had your sister with him. They died in a car crash." Was what my mom said.

My little sister, Sara, was a beacon of hope for me. I did act as her father and she did see me as that but that just hit hard. I had cried myself to sleep each night. Martin had praised me for biting through after I told him, as he thought I did it without issue and then I told him.

I felt tears forming in my eyes and tried to blink them away, no success. They started to roll from my eyes and I just shoved myself past them and went home, taking the elevator to the 6th floor and entering the attic. I looked around and soon noticed a few beams, probably metal that hung from the ceiling. I smiled and took a length of rope I hid in out part of the attic. I looked around. The attic was mostly concrete with a few metal beams exposed to support shelves and the roof. There was one where someone could put a rope onto. I pushed a chair to it and took a deep breath, trying to stop from crying more. I was glad no one had seen me until now anyways. A single song popped into mind. I sang along as I went to tie the rope in a certain way, just as I sang.

"There is a certain type of knot that you can tie with ease. It's useful and its happy and it suits your every need. But first I have to note. That you should never ever consider putting a rope around your throat. So, let's learn how to noose, its practical for every use. All you need is a piece of rope and to never give up hope." I sang as I went to divide the rope into two parts. "The snake goes up and the snake goes down, then changes its mind and turns around, and climbs back up to the top again this is where the fun begins, you take the snake and spiral down and at the bottom what has he found? The snake goes into the rabbits' hole, then you give the top a pull, never consider self-abuse, this is how you tie a noose." I sang as I finished tying the noose. I locked the door and pocketed the key. "There's a hundred uses for the hangman's knot that have nothing to do with K Y S." I sang as I quickly tied the other end to the metal pole, using a second noose. "You can make a stylish belt to hold up your pants, you can tie them to your wrists and do a hangman's dance, so let's learn how to tie noose its practical for every use." I sang as I stood on the chair, or stool rather and laid the rope onto my neck and around my throat. "All you need is a piece of rope and to never give up hope." I finished singing and kicked the chair out from under myself. I smiled, happy it would end soon, happy I finally was out of my misery and that I was free from everyone.

My vision got blurry and I started to see only black as I hung there, just about 15 centimeters above the ground. White dots appeared like I was seeing stars and then I only saw a pitch-black mass. I heard a muffled voice but then I felt like I ended. I must have smiled the whole time, with even a tear of relief and happiness rolling down my cheek.

I woke up a week later in the psychiatry ward in the hospital. I groaned at the disappointment of my failed suicide and the sudden flooding of information on a certain topic, this being my power. After a month of hospital, I got back to school.

"Look who's back." Noah said in the most annoying voice. He approached me by himself. A mistake he made and his last. That's what I had promised myself. To take out anyone I could that stood in my way to become a hero. I activated my power shortly and Noah stumbled into a big trashcan before I slid his throat and deactivated my power. He wouldn't be found nor could it be traced to me I thought. And thus, I went to pick off my bullies one by one. Martin, I got in the bathroom at the end of the day. He wore a blue shirt and jogging pants. I ripped his guts out and played with them a bit. I then cut his arms open and left the bathroom before going home. I had worked on my costume and finished it. I wanted that day of school as my final one, something I had set up with my mom and she agreed and supported me with becoming a hero.

I grabbed my costume, which never really changed, even years later, and went out at night. I ran around the area, but since there were no ladders nearby and I couldn't fly, I was struggling to get up high to get a vantage point, so I stayed low. I looked around the area and soon heard a voice nearby the home for elderly.

"Sir. You know we have to kill them." A male voice said.

I froze. I knew who that was from a few newsclips and that was the second in command of what effectively was the mafia here in Austria. Just that their leader had gained powers. I swallowed and hid in a nearby bush.

"Yes. And that is why we will kill these kids. With my power it should be easy." A very deep male voice said. If I had to appoint it to a different voice it would probably be the voice of Kharry Baiton and that pitched down by at least an octave.

I knew that guy. He was a villain to put it simply. The leader of that gang of shitters. No one really knew his power but from what I saw and heard; he is an artificer. A person who makes advanced tech rivalling the likes of futuristic franchises set hundreds of years in the future. I gulped rather audibly and the group of four looked at me directly. I thought that that was going to be it. I would be killed by these 5 guys. I doubted that 3 even had powers, judging by the fact they held weapons and seemed rather insecure. The weapons were firearms. One had a Makarov pistol, one a 1911, the 3rd a Glock and the last guy straight up held a Deagle. A golden one to be exact. At the time I didn't know the gun names but I still shat my pants as I heard them fire in my direction. I activated my power and felt a 9 mm bullet hit my Furr. The squashed bullet hit the ground and I jumped out and cut the guy with the Dessert Eagle down. Another 9 mm bullet suddenly hit my neck; a place also covered in fur luckily. The biggest threat next to their leader was out.