[ WP ] Almost everyone develops a superpower sometime before his/her 15th birthday . The later the power develops , the stronger the ability . You have not yet developed your power and today is your 18th birthday .

*SMASH* 
 
 I cried out in pain as I was slammed into a wall of red bricks. I hunched forward and coughed, spitting out red blood onto the gray pavement. I was supposed to have a relaxed day today it was the day before my birthday. My only plans were to chill and hang out with Carolina. That would have to wait… The roses I had bought laid forgotten on the wet pavement the heavy rain making a soggy puddle of blood and water for them to drink. There was a perfect circle burned out of my shirt and a patch of burned skin underneath. Lightning flashed and revealed the grim face of Deathpoint, staring and unmoving from his position. He wore black. A shirt, spread tight across his large and strong chest. Pants, loose but not baggy. And to top it all off a fluttering, silver cape. His right hand was outstretched with two fingers extended and the rest curled in the shape of a finger gun. 
 “ I won ’ t ask again kid. Reveal yourself now or I ’ ll actually try... ” Deathpoint was one of the most powerful of the Epics, the organization of elite heroes. Being an Epic was an honor and a privilege only bestowed to the most powerful and brave heroes. Deathpoint was one of them, fighting evil alongside my father. But he felt cheated and used deception and trickery to slaughter them all one by one. My father, Steelheart was the only one who came even close to matching his strength. But killing his brother… that ’ s something my father couldn ’ t do. Deathpoint didn ’ t share his sentiment. Now he ’ s found me and he ’ s going to kill me. 
 
 *BOOM* 
 
 Another shot and I was through the wall, certain I broke some ribs. The skin on my chest was seared off now in a perfect circle and I was thrown into what looked like a large warehouse. My breaths became more labored as I coughed up more blood. “ Please… don ’ t kill me I don ’ t have any powers! ” I hated this man with every fiber of my being but challenging him was suicide. The setting sun eclipsed his large form as he levitated though the hole he made and landed a few feet away. He smirked lecherously, “ You have your father ’ s blood. There ’ s no doubt you ’ re special. So cough it up kid... Whatcha got for me? ” 
 *It ’ s now or never! Brandon Steelheart will not fall today! C ’ mon think! Maybe I have super strength like dad! I have to try! * With a screech I hope sounded intimidating, I ran at him at full speed, delivering a right hook to his chiseled jaw… 
 
 *plonk* 
 
 “ AAAAH!! HOLY F**K ” I fell onto my knees at his feet, clutching my broken and mangled hand. It felt as if a speeding train had crashed into my fist. “ Do not insult me child! ” He gripped my throat tightly and lifted me up off the ground, “ Are you worthy of death by my hand or should I leave you to the dogs? ” His cold black eyes bore into my soul, poorly illuminated by the yellow street lamps. My left hand desperately clawed and beat at his arms, but it felt like punching a tree stump. He began squeezing and crushing my throat slowly. That ’ s when panic truly settled into my heart, when fear clouded my mind. 
 
 A voice shouted in my mind. Several actually. 
 
 *HE DOESN ’ T DESERVE THAT POWER* 
 *TAKE IT FROM HIM* 
 *STEAL IT! HE IS NOT WORTHY! * 
 
 *SNAP* 
 
 I later found out that was the sound of my neck breaking. 
 “ What a shame… I ’ m a villain with no one to stand up or oppose me this is a must bo- “ 
 All the streetlights on the block exploded, plunging the musty warehouse into darkness. 
 
 “ You… 
 Are… 
 Not… 
 Worthy. ” 
 
 “ What the f**k? What the hell? You ’ re dead! ” 
 I rose slowly to my feet, my eyes shining a milky white though the darkness, my neck at an odd angle. The look of shock and fear upon his face was almost enough to satisfy my thirst for revenge. But not quite. “ Those not worthy of the power bestowed upon them, shall not have any. I have seen your evil ways and have deemed you unworthy of the power you wield. ” 
 Deathpoint ’ s face contorted into a snarl and he pointed his gun hands at me and attempted to fire. 
 
 “ **NO** ” 
 
 His hands and arms twisted and broke in a gruesome fashion, seemingly without cause. I walked towards him slowly, grabbing my face and twisting my neck back into position. He was crying now, tears flowed freely from his face. “ No please! Don ’ t take them! THEY ’ RE ALL I HAVE! ” 
 I stopped in front of him. “ I don ’ t care. ” I rest my thumb on his forehead and my other hand on his heart. “ This is going to hurt… a lot. ” With my eyes closed I look up at the sky as thunder clouds form above me. I feel the pull of my powers and his, when suddenly, lightning falls from the sky and strikes us. 
 When I opened my eyes again, they weren ’ t milky white anymore. I ’ m standing much taller, all my injuries and broken bones have healed. I feel… changed somehow as if I ’ ve finally realized what my purpose is. I ’ ve also been given understanding. On how to use both mine and Deathpoint ’ s powers. I now have longevity, invulnerabity, super strength, flight, the power to fire psionic bullets from my fingers. But most important of all. I have the burden, no, the responsibility, to take from the unworthy the powers they abuse. I look down at the figure of an old man, too weak to even stand, moaning in pain. “ Who… are you? ” My eyes shone with pride and a cool fury, “ I… am the new Steetheart. And I just kicked your ass. ” 

