[ WP ] Every person in the world develops a weird mutation/power the day they turn 16 . Everyone 's powers are always different , some more insignificant than others . You turn 16 , and watch as all your friends discover their newfound ability 's . That is , until you discover the severity of your own .

It was around six in the evening on a grey, overcast day. Rain spattered the remnants of the window coating the sill in fresh drops of semi-acrid gunge. Rot was everywhere, it had become a fact of life; nothing but waste and attrition. Somewhere in the distance an explosion of a sizable magnitude erupted, shaking the dilapidated structure I was currently sitting in. It was time to move and I was running out of time. 
 
 Ever since day one, or day Genesis as the scientific community coined it shortly before they succumbed, humanity was at risk. Immediately facing an ordeal of unparalleled threat to it's own existence. For reasons still unknown, human evolution decided to jump forward inexplicably creating terrifying and unorthodox combinations of sentience and destruction. Some were more volatile than others, but always, that convoluted amalgamation of distinctive ruthlessness that seemed to beguile the very core of human existence. The darkness of the the soul manifest. It sickened me, numbed me into lethargy that I was at the brink of joining this'war' myself, but I knew I was different. 
 
 Within eight months the entirety of civilization collapsed. Governments battled admirably against the invasion of The Enhanced as they referred to themselves. Infrastructure crumbled along side food production and transport. Nothing remained. Nothing but the rotting corpses of cities and the few unaltered humans left vainly rebelling in underground factions. Even these were dying out, becoming rarer. What was left of animal populations quickly learned to scavenge on the barren wastelands and those that could n't quickly died out. The skies darkened and yellowed to a sulfurous poison, presumably some power that I had yet unseen. 
 
 This was ten years ago. I saw the beginning and I witnessed the destruction this'evolution' caused first hand as my brother elevated to his calling. I watched him convulse and writhe on the floor of our home. Our parents watching unable to do anything with abject horror in the eyes. That's the last I remember of them as the ink black tendrils of power began to emanate, slowly at first, from my brothers body. His writhing had calmed slightly, but the foaming at the mouth continued as he began speaking some inane guttural excuse for a language. A language that had never been taught or heard in the existence of mankind, but of which they were all fluent. 
 
 Those serpentine limbs wrapped each of my parents in their cold embrace, absorbing the life from them. As I watched, their skin greyed and dulled, their bodies shrunk and shriveled becoming weak and frail until the spark of life drained from it's now dry husk crumbled and unrecognizable on the living room floor. My brother clearly bolstered by this energy seemed to ignore me completely, for reasons I could n't comprehend back then, but are all too clear now. He smashed through the window of the house and was gone as quickly as it had begun, leaving a six year old alone, unattended and orphaned. 
 
 Ever since that day, that awful horrific day, I have n't lived one day without the burning rage. A white hot core that powered and fueled my tired body. I have survived long enough to soon see myself elevate. My internal screams are heard only by me as I have learned to be quiet and to avoid the detection of the abominations that call themselves enhanced. The war between what is left of mankind and the enhanced is coming to a close soon and only one will have room on this planet to exist. 
 
 I sit here, right now; dirty, tired and malnourished. Clothed in rags and aching from the bitter cold. My mid-teen body some would have said was young a decade ago is now one of the oldest humans left on the planet along with the mentality that surviving an apocalypse such as this, has forced an unfair maturity upon me. Thrust into manhood from before I was even double figures. How I had survived though? That... that I ask myself every day. The damaged and scarred child within me can not comprehend the odds of me surviving that first year; eating waste and dead animals, drinking water you would n't piss in. Somehow, I avoided being found and slaughtered. It was only upon meeting a small rebellious sect that took me in did I begin to acquaint myself with anything remotely human, having been feral for so long. 
 
 That's when my emotions returned... and did they. Still are in fact, only channeled. A refined malevolence and hatred for anything inhuman. I was ten when I started noticing changies. I ca n't remember exactly, nor would I want to, the things I saw and heard in my mind but I did garner glimpses and experience episodes of intense power running through me. Very brief, very incremental and very weak, but one thing was definitely different. Apart from being the only human known to exhibit elevation before sixteen, my power emanated white, clear light; a complete opposite to the diseased black of the enhanced and I believe the reason for my survival all these years. How though, I could n't say. 
 
 I have practiced and forced my body to stretch these moments of power into longer and longer intervals and I believe I know what is coming. Having watched other's transform as recently as a few hours ago with the fear and desperation carved into their faces I sit here, unchained, unafraid and positive that I will retain my sanity once I elevate. 
 
 The explosions are more numerous now, I have little time. I am moments away from my transformation and can only prey they find me too late. I can hear them, running, crawling, shuffling... that disgusting language chattering out of their infected mouths. 
 
 I will kill every one of them. I hate them all. I will kill them or be killed. My name will be written as the first of my own kind...
