[ WP ] In a world filled with superheroes , you 're the only one who does n't have any powers .

I pace back and forth in my lavish cell, restlessness my constant companion. They spared no expense to make my imprisonment comfortable. And despite their intentions, that's exactly what this was, imprisonment. No amount of delicacies will make me forget I will never taste fresh air again, no forms of entertainment will ever make up for not being allowed visitors, and all the luxuries in the world do n't change the fact that I call a bunker miles beneath the surface of the Earth my home. I am the only one of my kind, and it has brought me nothing but misery. 
 
 My parents kept me a secret for as long as they could. But a secret this big could not stay hidden for long. And when word got out that such a delicate being had come into existence, it traveled faster than any of the Supers could fly. At first I was just a news headline. One especially zealous reporter would constantly phase through our walls to ask my parents what it was like to raise such a frail child. Going to school, I was never bullied. Not because I had any friends, but because their playful rough-housing would have literally killed me. At the time my mother hated it. It seems like a vacation compared to now. 
 
 When I started to age is when things truly took a turn for the worst. In the world of Supers, everyone is perpetually in their prime. No sickness, peak physical performance, the absolute embodiment of perfection. Supers do not die from natural causes, and it takes one hell of an unnatural cause to put one down. But not only did I not have an special gifts, but my body was starting to show signs of wear. It was then that the collective lightbulb of the Supers turned on, and I was seen for what I truly was... mortal. This drove a massive divide in the world, although to my eyes it was two sides of the same coin. On the one side were Supers who saw the very fact that I drew breath insulting, I was a gross abomination and needed to be eliminated so I could not taint the gene pool with my disgusting normalcy. And the other side are my captors, or guardians, depending on who you ask. It was a perfect world before I came along. And with perfection comes stagnancy. These Supers saw my vulnerability as something that gave them purpose. I was the personification of innocence, and needed to be protected at all costs. 
 
 And so the two sides planted their feet, and the fighting began. When the side that wanted me dead started to win, I was swept away against my will and placed in this bunker, which is where I've been for the past three years. They claimed it was for my own safety, but were blind to the irony of what they were doing. My mortality was their most valued possession, and in order to keep it protected, they were denying me any sort of life. Well I have had enough, and have resolved to once again feel the sun on my skin, and the wind in my face. This bunker was designed to keep Supers out, not to keep me in. Even if it kills me, I will return to the world, a man among gods.
