[ WP ] A young man gains super powers at the age of 16 , but he discovers his powers slowly drain the life of whomever he loves . To avoid hurting anyone he becomes a loner . Years later , he is having lunch at a diner alone when the most beautiful girl he 's ever seen walks in .

[ Part One ] 
 
 I'm sick of it... 
 
 They say that some people are happy enough alone, and based on more than a few accounts it certainly seems true enough. Hermits, monks, nuns... there are all sorts of people who'v managed to avoid all human contact and remain completely'there'. Men and women who have n't spoken a word to their fellow man in years, but still somehow manage to wear a smile on their face. It's some sort of sick insanity, I'm certain of it. That they can spend a lifetime along and still pretend that they're completely fulfilled thanks to simply not needing people, or worse, thanks to some divine power. 
 
 Five years... that's all that it'd taken me to realize that if I wanted to continue to be *me* that I ought to be alone. Sweet sixteen buddy, you're not normal. Oh, happy twenty-first birthday, in order to improve the world you'll kill everyone around you. Friends, family, lovers... you're a parasite who drains them to fuel yourself in the most sickening of ways. At the very least, I'd been able to have a few drinks before I made my way out into the wilderness to try and emulate those crazy bastards who can stay away from humanity. 
 
 The first few months had n't been too hard. I was doing this to save the people that I loved, to keep away from everyone, to insulate myself from them. Then, the hunger set in... I began to talk to the animals when I saw them. Birds, rabbits... whatever was around. 
 
 I needed something, some sort of communication. Food, water, shelter... all that was easily enough taken care of. But hearing only my own voice and the chattering of squirrels, birdsongs, it was grating. But I endured, I knew that I had to. There were *husks* of people I'd left behind to attest for what I was. Would n't it be so much better for everyone if I remained hidden? Would n't it keep the world so much brighter if I were to stay so far away from it? 
 
 But as months dragged into years, as my voice began to even fade as the conversations with the animals dwindled... I think that I might have actually began to lose it. The world at large had to know that I was still alive, had to know that the damage I caused when I got angry was n't natural. A forest did n't just suddenly have a massive clearing right in the middle of it, become pockmarked with craters. They started to search for *something*. 
 
 It was... almost reassuring sometimes, to be looked for. Scary, yes, I'd always known what the government might do with me if they found me and knew what I was. Experiments tantamount to torture, imprisonment I could n't break out of... all that fun. But having a helicopter fly overhead, having people walk past me knowing they were looking for *something* that I was. It'd become a game for me. It became my'escape' from my solitude, to destroy some portion of the forest, some outlying abandoned structure in order to get the search parties nearby. 
 
 It was a sad, pathetic thing to do. But it sustained my need for hearing the voices of others for a while longer. 
 
 Not nearly long enough though... not nearly a lifetime before I finally broke and returned to civilization. Maybe, after several years of solitude I could learn to simply watch. To either abandon using my abilities for good or to never truly love another person again. After so many years alone, I doubted that I could even remember what love *was*. 
 
 I'd found my way into a bit of a small town. Bought a razor, some new clothes, gotten a haircut with the money that'd still been in my bank account, accruing a whole dollar's interest. I looked half a wild man- was... half a wild man when I first came back. The people in the town thought that I had been something of a hermit, lost to the world for so long. But none of them had seen me, had connected a mere human to the sporadic events on the outskirts of the community and deep in the nearby wilderness. In fact, they were somewhat saddened by the fact that the'anomalies' had stopped. It drove business in, from the paranormal'experts' who thought it was a haven for interesting events. From the various search parties who were searching so carefully for what'thing' might have been out there. 
 
 But they took me in with no problem... I found a job despite a true lack of a resume, had people more than willing to help me get back into the new subtle nuances of society. Food, shelter, water, the necessities were all so readily provided to me by good, honest people rather than the wilderness. It took effort, conscious effort on my part not to get close. Not to go beyond a simple thank you. Not to pursue any opportunities beyond being'strictly professional' in all manners. It hurt. A little less than simply being an outsider looking in, a little less than talking to merely animals in the wilderness, but it hurt all the same. 
 
 But I'd settled in comfortably, I'd sat back and made myself a part of the town, if a somewhat eccentric part. I did my part for the town too, ensuring that the'anomalies' continued in the general area, driving the bit of tourism that we got. It was a way that I could be close without being close, my silent and thankless contribution to good people. 
 
 Sighing, I set into my meal before me. Another shift at the yard, another day's pay earned, and another planned excursion for the evening. My life could be summed up so simply by variations in that sentence, occasionally interspersed with meals and the usual mundane bits of life. 
 
 `` Excuse me, sir?'' I blink, the voice having a different'accent' than that of the locals. Around here, there's a bit of a drawl on everyone's speech besides my own... save the tourists of course. Looking up, I see a gorgeous woman to my side, looking at me. Long dark brown hair, brown eyes, a pleasant face... A body that the'business casual' suit simply did n't do justice for. The sort of'young professional' woman that you simply ca n't find in a place like this. 
 
 I blink, realizing my rudeness as she looks a little uncomfortable as the silence drags on. `` Yes?'' 
 
 `` More than a few people in the town have told me that you might be someone who I could do an interview with on the recent...'events' around this town. They say that you actually lived out there while all sorts of things were happening.'' She says, looking just a little nervous as she states things fairly enthusiastically. `` I'm trying to get a few freelance reports done, to make a bit of a name for myself. You've never done an interview, despite everyone saying that you might really have an interesting story to tell about things.'' She explains hastily, tripping over herself in her haste to explain things. 
 

