[ WP ] In a world where super-powered people exist one such individual longs to be a hero but fears rejection due to their powers being indecent/immoral in nature . When fate forces them to reveal their abilities the public reaction is ... unexpected .

In my entire life, I had only ever snapped my fingers three times consecutively. My life had always been one of a second-class citizen. The heroes in the hallways had repeatedly saved those around my from minor inconveniences. A boy with super-speed could stop any attractive girl from dropping her bags. A villian boy with x-ray photoshop skills had leaked multiple pictures of every girl in the school. Those of us in the middle, with skills that could not really create great good or great evil, were perpetually ignored. 
 
 I had seen multiple showdowns throughout by high school career. The hero and the villian. Somehow, the hero always won. I had seen many fights in which, given their respective power points, the villian should have been thoroughly defeated. In the end, though, every hero eventually gave in. 
 
 Any hero could defeat any villain. The world I was raised in, however, required a hero to be so full of chivalry, so full of honor, that any villian with half a mind could destroy them. The heroes of my world were worse than useless. Everyone knew that a hero could not kill, and could hardly injure. Even the least-skilled villain could, with minimal skill, incapacitate a hero. Over time, I had repeatedly grown tired of the status quo. In fact, the last time that one of my best friends, a well-established hero, had been rendered entirely useless by a prankster villain who did nothing but light hero ass-hairs on fire, I decided that I would not stand for it anymore. 
 
 More than anything, I wanted to be a hero. In the grand scheme of things, my power was considered more than useless. Over years of watching the battle between good and evil, though, I had discovered one truth. No hero could use any potentially fatal power to its full potential. Thankfully, I was not limited in that way. 
 
 On April 17, 2071, I came to a school rally like every other student. Every powerful hero in the school was showing their powers in full force. Fireworks, fireballs, lightning bolts, and ice showers were exploding from different parts of the school. Every rally like this, though, followed a very predictable pattern. 
 
 As super-boy showed off his powers ( a rather egotistic name for any high-schooler ), a young villain slowly crept behind the bleachers. At the peak of super-boy's performance, a villain named ice-man arose in the gymnasium. Ice-man was actually only thirteen years old, and tended to punctuate his sentences with'bitch' instead of periods. Still, he knew well that no hero could truly injure him. Lawsuits were rampant in the age of the post-human. 
 
 Ice-man propelled himself upward using pillars of ice. Standing atop one of his pillars, he blasted super-boy into the gymnasium wall, sealing his hands and feet in prisons of ice. The villainous boy then began to fire bolts of ice indescrimately into the audience. Mass fear and terror erupted, causing the students of the school to flee in every direction. 
 
 Unlike the others, I did not flee. I had my fill of bullying and villainous activities. My abilities had never ranked among the strongest in the world. My abilities had never ranked among the strongest in the school. In a world where violent abilities were silenced, however, I could not help but stand up. While my comrades fled around me, I stepped down from the bleachers. I looked up at the villain hovering on his ice, and I snapped. 
 
 Nothing much ever happened on the first snap. The first snap was weak. Ice-man, without really noticing, burped slightly. His ice-bolts stopped for a moment while he expelled air, but he resumed them momentarily. I stepped forward again. 
 
 On my second snap, Ice-man audibly farted. Once again his ice-bolts stopped firing and, this time, a concerned look crossed his face. He stayed perched atop his ice pillar, however, and he shortly began firing his bolts again. I would need to snap again. 
 
 As he conjured water from the air, and froze it into a projectile in front of him, I snapped my fingers a third time. This time, a stream of urine ejected from Ice-man. Thanks to my impeccable timing, his own abilities froze that stream as well as his projectile. I will never forget the screams of a boy ripping his own penis apart with ice magic.
