[ WP ] You 're a novice superhero . Your first attempt at goodwill results in the death of a criminal by your hands . You find your powers have increased , but so has a sense of bloodlust .

First time posting here. Please give me criticism. 
 
 Mother had always told me to be good. She never wanted me to hurt anyone and while I had never killed anyone it takes a special person to reason with a toddler who could tear apart a building. 
 
 Strength was one of the first attributes I gained. I was an altogether normal child until I squished that ant and absorbed its power if you could call it that. You see, my super power isn ’ t super strength, the hearing I took from an owl, nor the bulletproof hide I took from that pike, a great catch if I do say so myself. Rather, I absorb the specialties of the things I kill. 
 
 Mother wanted me to be good. 
 
 She left me however when that bullet tore through her. I remember his face, the lecherous leer and the hatred in his eyes. I ran like the deer I hunted near our mountain home. That was five years ago. 
 
 When I finally stopped running, rage overtook me. I screamed rage to the moon and I swore no other child would ever see their mother ripped away from them as I had. I swore vengeance but I was not ready. 
 
 Mother wanted me to be good. 
 
 I traveled the world hunting animals so I would have the strength to exact my revenge. I swore I would be good. I would help those in need and I did. I traveled the jungles of south America and helped villagers erect their home while hunted stealth. I plowed Kenyan fields while I searched for my lion heart. I sheltered travelers as I searched for balance in the Himalayan mountains. And I fed the hungry while gaining tracking prowess. I was ready. 
 
 Mother wanted me to be good. 
 
 I started my guest searching for stolen children. It ’ s easy to find them when you have their scent and easier to steal them back when you can see the infrared sensors guarding rich men ’ s homes. I spent time fighting fires and searching for lost hikers but my rage was unabated and my vengeance unfulfilled. I found him though. 
 
 Mother wanted me to be good but mother, I am grown. 
 
 I laughed when his knife slid off my skin and he ran. He can not hide. I brought the police with me to his wretched hovel. He stood before us with a woman in his grip. I saw her eyes, pleading like my mother ’ s as they darted to a child beside them. I felt rage and darted in faster than any human had moved before. I broke his arm in three places before he could move but I was not done, my rage was alight and I broke him. 
 
 I felt silence. The police swarmed by and the sergeant told me I did well, the courts would understand. He lasted three days in the intensive care unit but I knew when he finally passed. Animals are one thing, I killed them for their power but no matter how much they seem intelligent, loving, and emotional the only thing that transferred was their power. This was different. I suddenly understood the world. It ’ s a dark and evil place where the only way to survive is to take what is rightfully yours. I was free. 
 
 Mother wanted me to be good, but dearest mother, I am no longer me. 

