[ WP ] A person 's eye colour correlates to what superpower they have , activated at age 18 . You are the first person to be born with totally black eyes .

I remember the first time I looked into a mirror. I was a child and at that time they were only a light grey. My parents believed it a delayed development. They kept me in school and they convinced themselves my color would come in time. 
 
 I remember high school. They began to get darker and I tried to convince myself they were going to be a dark Navy Blue. Get lucky and just be able to see in the dark and call it a day. My girlfriend at the time was already Neon. She was set for a much grander life than mine. As I impatiently waited, I could n't help but frown. 
 
 I remember the day before my birthday. I had already been to the hospital three times in the last month. My body spasming and seizing at random parts of the night. I would see a blinding light and my body would tremble. Even when I closed my eyes the light remained. Doctors were n't sure what was happening and declared my episodes as `` Medical Enigmas''. I was in constant pain. And I frowned. 
 
 I remember my 18th birthday. We sat around the table that evening an my mother said grace. I just stared at my cake. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream cake, my favorite. There was a timer on the counter. Less than one hour before I'd know what my body had unlocked for me. The ice cream was cold on the roof of my mouth and my head hurt, and I frowned. 
 
 The timer ticked down and my parents chanted from ten seconds.....nine... eight... seven. Down to one. Then, it went black. 
 
 I remember my nineteenth birthday. I sat in an ally behind the dumpster between Brian's Bagel and Coffee and the old antiques store. The sky was overcast and I kept a pair of aviators over my eyes. I could n't afford to let anyone see them. If anyone say, they'd know what I was. I knew what I was. And I frowned. 
 
 I remember they day I died. I was 23 at the time. They kept me down on the table strapped in. I did it symbolically for them. I could have broken away. I could have flown away, I could have done anything really. My body was naked and covered in scars. They always fascinated themselves with the wounds on my neck. The scar from when I sliced it. The bruising when I hanged myself. The bullet wounds I sustained. They began what they called `` The Procedure'', they thought it would help contain the god they had on the table. They figured it worked with other criminals, it would work on me. 
 I remember the serrated claws coming down towards both my eyes. They tried to give me an anesthetic. I refused. They gave it to me anyways. It did n't work. People of the scientific community watched behind bulletproof glass. The sights and sounds of blood vessels and retinas being popped and cut filled the room. My eyes were gone. And I frowned. 
 
 I remember the day they surrendered. I was only 31. My eyes were even darker, my powers, even stronger. I could fly, I could move mountains, I could see all, be all, and end all. It was a curse I was forced to live with. The world's army knelt down before me while I hovered over them all, and I frowned. For the life I wanted was a fleeting memory, and my future seemed to become infinite. 
 
 I remember the day I became their god. And once again, I frowned.
