I wasn't like many of my generation. I was one kid born amongst the one percent. My father was one of the men experimenting with cold fusion, one given to political aspirations and one given to sociopathy. I was born to a loving mother and a hateful father; blind and having no feeling in my legs.

The blindness, the darkness was like an Iron Mantle crushing the life from me. I had gotten used to my life, my father beating me with my crutches became a common occurrence. My mother was usually beaten for standing up for me but the day I heard the crack was also the day that something broke within me.

My mother, which I never saw, which cradled my head on her lap, blood and tears dripping on my face didn't come back after that day. Father even left me alone, cried a bit, but his anger returned.

I was a reminder, one reminder he tried to get rid of at work one day. We were on a catwalk when something snapped within him, then the crutches snapped across my back and head and I was lifted overhead and tossed. I remember coughing a tooth into the sand before a whir which led to my obliteration...

And rebirth.

For the first time, my father looked down upon me with ecstasy and I met his gaze with hatred. My father no longer looked upon me as a reminder of his mistakes but as his golden child. All my scars and imperfections were gone on the outside, my father tried to make me a model for teen magazines in fact. That never worked however as I refused to smile so in an attempt to convince me to smile without marring my face water boarding became the norm.

Still made front page of one issue, don't know why I was proud of that. I made friends with Sellina Moxie and smiled at her quite a bit. Until she mysteriously developed ulcers in her mouth and esophagus, lost her hair, began bleeding from her mouth and ears as I watched her slowly die.

Once my father learned that she died of chronic radiation sickness a new fire burned in my father's eyes. A lawyer came to me in secret and notified me that my father had wrote me out of the his will and wrote my tutor in. I ransacked my father's emails, schematics, conversations of the discovery of limitless power. I put the fire out in my father's eyes with a kitchen knife and his blood while he slept.

The lawyer helped forge my father's will but had him killed out of mistrust as he put in that he would get most of the inheritance. Then I killed the assassin and at my father's funeral I had gained a little more control of my abilities and everyone that came to honor my snake of a father died of acute radiation in a few weeks.

To culminate all this, I bought a warehouse and hid all the millions of dollars there. Finally, I hung myself...

Pfft, but we all know playing dead is in nowadays! No one came to my funeral because all those looking to take my wealth were dead! Morbid? No? Faking death and then killing those that helped me might have been to far but hey only me and the bank teller I shacked up with knew where my money was! To bad I didn't tell her about the- err- risk of radiation. No one but me and you will know now.

Don't worry though, I haven't played Dead, God, or with women's hearts ever since. I've actually been running around in spandex, being extra careful to not use my powers. It's like those magnas when someone refuses to use forbidden arts. I'd probably die before using my power but come to think of it- meh never mind.

I am just one guy from the one percent of the one percent with the one percent of crazy parents and a less than one-one-thousandth chance of getting nuclear powers that didn't give me extra toes or reproductive parts. Reproductive parts would be nice...

I'm just 1L3550N, and the last lesson you might learn is simply don't mess with me.
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A/N: I already have 3 or 2.5 chaps ready but chapter 1 will release Oct. 14!