[ WP ] You discover you got the power to change reality at will ; but no one believes you , they say things have always been this way no matter what you change .


 
 
 John was asleep when it happened. He suddenly felt weightless like he were in a dream and then the sound of metal grating against metal jolted him awake. The bus he was in was on its side and there was confusion all about him. John could n't move, he was pinned under something. A smoke started emnating from the back of the bus and began to shroud the inside in a black plume. He coughed and called out for help, he was still pinned. He could see the occupants of the bus crowded near one of the windows, bloody and disoriented. They waited as people from the outside pulled them out one by one. Suddenly the fume hissed and the bus exploded. John had a moment where he could see the bright light and feel the heat on his face, the next moment, all was black again. 
 
 John woke up panting. It had been a dream. He looked about him and noticed that nothing was amiss, the rest of the bus was asleep, still on its way to the concert. John sighed. The dream had felt real, he had felt every bit of it. The weight of the thing pinning him down, the harsh smoke threatening to choke him, the heat of the explosion, everything. He put it aside but sleep had utterly deserted him and he decided to listen to music. He looked inside his bag and noticed that he did n't have his ear phones with him. He could have sworn that he had put it there before he left, in fact he remembered using just a while ago on the bus. He searched once more, he then searched around his seat. Nothing. He then sank back and wished he'd had the ear phones with him and suddenly, he had them in his hands. John blinked and rubbed his eyes, was he dreaming again? 
 
 John spent the rest of the night wishing for the strangest things and every single time they would materialise without even the slightest flair. That's the thing about magic in moveis, he thought, they always make it look like a big deal but his power could get him whatever he wanted and it did n't even need an incantation. He still had n't wrapped his head around this new power of his but it still felt awesome. Eventually John reached the concert and had a great time, he was n't going to tell him friends about it yet. He waited till they were back at their lodgings and called them all around him post dinner. 
 
 `` Alright'', He said, `` I'm going to show you something'' 
 
 Jenna, Nolan and Lee looked at him, they were tired after the concert and just wanted to go to bed. 
 
 `` Jen'' give me your spectacles, Jenna acquiesed, not really because she was interested in his show but more so to get it over with. 
 
 John took it and without warning dropped it on the ground and stomped it into a fine mess. Jenna and the others watched horrified. 
 
 `` The hell man?!'' She exclaimed `` I'm goin-'' 
 
 John stopped her with a raised hand and said, `` Now watch as I fix it'' 
 
 His face scrunched up in concentration as he wished the spectacles back to normal. And just like that the spectacles were normal again and in his hands. 
 
 `` SEE!'' John said, excited. 
 
 `` What?'' Lee asked, `` See what dumbass?'' 
 
 `` I fixed it, the spectacles'' John dangled the now brand new spectacles in front of Lee's face 
 
 `` John, you've lost it'' Jenna said and snatched her spectacles back, `` You've clearly had one too many drinks at the concert, go sleep now'' 
 
 `` yeah man and let us sleep too'' Nolan said and half dragged John to the bedroom they were sharing. 
 
 John protested and tried to change other things to show them but every single time, they acted like nothing had changed. John even wished their small cabin into a huge palace with guards and butlers with elf like ears, his friends acted like it was all normal. That's when it hit him that his power was only for him to use and feel, the others would just continue living their lives like nothing had happened. John started using his powers rather freely after that incident. He made all manner of things appear and disappear, eventually he started toying with the people around him and even made people's limbs and arms appear and disappear, he killed his first man a few years after he'd discovered his powers for the first time. There were never any consequences. Slowly, the power he had was not enough anymore, he had everything he'd ever wanted and more and yet he felt unsatisfied, he felt angry more often. He destroyed billions of people at once in a fit or rage and then materialized them again the next day. He started feeling disconnected from the reality around him. Like there was some sort of glass wall between him and the others. He stopped talking to people, he made his own palace of solitude and dwelt in it alone, surrounded by everything and nothing. Eventually he razed worlds and built new ones, he tore the heavens asunder, he even made up beings of tremendous power just so he would have a threat to deal with. It was all a game to John and as God he was a rather impatient one. He even conquered death, for even death was part of the reality that he willed into existence and was at his mercy. 
 
 One day, John sat upon his throne of moon rock and comet skin, he pondered his existence and wondered if he'd really become God. He had done everything he'd ever wanted to and had outlived his own age by several factors. As he sat and pondered, he suddenly realized something, there was still one thing he had n't wished for. He stood up and strode into the giant volcano that housed his personal meditation chamber and sat down in the middle. He wished to know everything. That is how he thought it,'everything'. Suddenly the God that John was, was reduced to tears. He cried and the mountains shook, he then laughed and was driven to madness. It was too much for him to take and it was too much for his human mind to comprehend. He suffered for many days under the burden of absolute knowledge, under the burden of wisdom he could not understand. He suffered upon the ash grey grounds of his palace, wandering and raving like a mad man. The multitude of beings that served him tried to help but he struck them down. They learned to stay away and locked him up within the volcano. He roamed and raved for two hundred thousand years, alone and mad. Through the ordeal and with the passage of that many years, he began to comprehend a minute amount of what he knew and he remembered who he was. Through the recesses of his mind that he'd just taken control of, he wished to have the ability to understand everything, to have a better brain and he was well again. He stood in the ruins that was once his world and with absolute knowledge at his behest. He smiled to himself, all these years and he knew now. He did not want to be God anymore. He did not need to be God anymore. He knew what to do. He willed it and the universe ceased to exist. There was nothing. No reality, no abyss, no space. Nothing.
