"I knew it, I knew it! You're such a fucking cunt!"
It's hard to tell the difference between thunder and fists when you're a child. Hard to understand the way lights flicker and blood begins to pour. But, S.W. Jasper understood, for as long as he can remember. When daddy gets home, you hide. When mommy screams, you hide further. So far away that nothing can reach you. Not even the light. Not even the darkness. And the boy learned to hide, better than anyone could have imagined. He hid so well it took years from the first alteration of reality for anyone to know he had powers. He hid so well, most people thought the curse of the mind ended the night the great business tycoon C.M. Jack Lee was killed.
But, just as it had for generations, the blood continued to pool into darkness and S.W. Jasper learned that sometimes, your imagination is no kinder than your father's fists and kicks.
And so it was, at it has always been. A child is born, a gift comes soon after, and the world weeps. lots of text goes here!