[ 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 .

They were dead, and it was my fault. Please, you must allow me to explain how I came to be in a room with a pile of bodies. Bodies of my, my loved ones. It's weird, I've lost that feeling, that connection to them.'Loved ones' seemed unfitting, they were just people I used to know now. I digress, allow me to begin again. 
 
 Eighteen years ago I was born with normal coloured eyes just as everyone else always had been. It was always like that. It took eighteen years to come into your power, and that's when your eyes changed. A plethora of powers in the spectrum of colours, and I could n't be more excited to come into my own. 
 
 My awaited day came not twelve hours ago. However, they had yet to change. The powers came at the exact minute you see, and I was born near midnight. I thought I was unlucky, having to wait so long into my birthday to find out. 
 Damn was I wrong. I was the luckiest bright eyes alive. 
 
 The party was going great, a large countdown clock set up by my father and his brothers hung against the wall, family from everywhere came to visit, as did friends and closer neighbors, even my fourth grade teacher made an appearance. I watched the seconds tick down with a building sense of excitement, what would they change to? Blue? Orange? I could even deal with pink despite the downsides. I did n't care at this point I just wanted something. 
 Only a few seconds remained and the room's volume had diminished. Voices now merely hushed whispers. 
 
 Ten seconds left and the room seemed to slow down. The clock had stopped and no one was moving. Amid the crowd I saw him. A man covered in an ever-moving cloak. A wind seemed to blow on him that failed to acknowledge anyone else in the room. He stepped towards me at a slow pace, it was more menacing than anything I had ever witnessed. As he approached there was presence around him. It filled me with apathy. He could have killed me right there and I do n't think I would have cared all that much. 
 
 `` So you're the next one.'' His voice resounded in a thousand whispers. I merely stared unable to blink, let alone speak. 
 `` Not to worry, I'll do the talking'' he said in response to my silence. After his menacing entrance he seemed to be winding down in grandiosity. His cloak no longer bellowed out behind him, his voice seemed to become less an army of whispers and more a hush of an old man. The apathy I felt also seemed to be replaced with my own emotions of confusion. 
 
 `` I wo n't expect you to understand until it happens'' he took a chair and sat down. The man hunched as if he were a hundred years old, though he looked no older than thirty five. `` I suppose there is no beating around the bush on this subject.'' He gave a thoughtful pause `` I'm death, happy birthday.'' While shadows covered the upper half of his face, he flashed a genuine smile, white teeth shone amidst the darkness. 
 
 `` Are... are you here to kill me then?'' I had finally found my voice, though anything more would have been too much to ask of my body, now wracked with fear and an ever growing confusion. 
 
 A low chuckle came from the man, he seemed a bit older at further inspection. 
 `` I suppose that's a valid question. No, I'm here to die'' he ripped the shadows that had been woven into his cloak into nothingness, a man that looked to be in his mid sixties now sat where a young man once did. He looked up and his eyes were perfectly black. Nothing seemed to escape them. `` I've been doing this job for some time now, and now that you've come around, my retirement time has finally arrived.'' He stood, now looking ancient, he stepped towards me slowly. Once he arrived in front of me he turned to face the crowd of frozen individuals. He gave a thoughtful nod, `` Do n't feel too bad about them, it stops hurting once you get into the swing of things.'' He turned back and his eyes seemed to be apologetic. Before I could speak he was gone, a flash of black dust scattered about in front of me. The resounding countdown of my family had picked back up in furthest reaches of my senses. 
 
 Three. What had I just witnessed? Two. What did he mean? One. What was with all this dust? 
 Zero. 
 
 All at once the cloud rushed into me, I felt it hit my chest like a baseball bat. I doubled over from the pain. It flowed under my skin and crawled up my body to my eyes, trying to escape. The colour of my eyes began to change. The once blue steely-grey now blackened over. The excess dust coalesced around me forming an ever flowing cloak. As I stood up straight again I locked eyes with the crowd. There was a look of shock and horror in them. And then, there was nothing. One by one the people that I was once close with fell over dead. A pang of sadness was immediately washed away by darkness. I felt nothing. I was removed from the world. I was the man with the black eyes. I was death. 
 
 ( I've never really written anything before, so this is probably not the best. I'm also on a phone, so I'll reformat it when I get to a computer. Be gentle, but tell me if its shit! )
