Everything was going completely fine.

I had just committed mass genocide. Well I didn't target a specific group, so I guess massacre would be more accurate.

See I was something of genius and had been building bombs in Canada. I had hidden them well, I had different types that varied in strength. Studying war in socials came in handy sometimes, especially if you wanted to be an engineer. I suppose that won't be happening anymore.

I had multiple bombs and nuclear weapons pointed at every county, I launched them all simultaneously and watched the world light up in flames.

I had been sooooo close to shooting myself in the head and commiting suicide after watching the destruction I caused. The bloody police just had to show up, I had no idea how they found me that fast.

Canada was in flames, the world was in flames, why would they go after the 'terrorist' who was about to shoot himself dead? I soon found myself unarmed and pinned to the ground. What can I say, I wasn't a fighter.

-+-

I was sitting in a police station interrogation room quite soon (it miraculously survived the explosions), handcuffed to the metal table in front of me.

"Why'd you do it?" the officer sitting across from me asked.

I tilted my head, humans are despicable creatures, undeserving of the world. They deserve what hit them.

"You killed over 99% or the entire world population, why?"

"For fun." I answered, I was supposed to be dead as well, I didn't want to deal with the aftermath damn it. Why do law enforcers have to have shitty timing?

The cop slammed his hands on the table, "Are you fucking serious?! My wife and child are dead because of you!"

"Then kill me, why don't you?" I grinned, I wanted to die anyway, no reason to stay in this broken material world.

"Death is too good for you." the cop spat, "you'll go travel around the world gathering all the survivors and finding the most habitable spot to live and let the population grow again."

Fuck no. "I'll die before that happens."

"Ha! As if I'd let you!"

"Others will crave my death, let them kill me."

"No no, you'll suffer, I can convince everyone to let you live."

"God, you lost two people. I get it, you hate me. I shot my family dead before the massacre they're probably cursing me to hell and back. I'll make your life hell if you make me help you."

"You already have, but at least I can make you take responsibility and punish you for it."

"Aw c'mon what I did is enough to get me sent straight to death row! I tried so hard to make it look pretty, notice how there was blue and green fire amongst the red?"

"You're sick!"

"Tell me something I don't know." I muttered, "Also why even try to find me, the radiation should've damaged you and me already, in fact you should be dead as well, everyone should. Why waste your last minutes looking for the 'terrorist'."

"Every single person and life form currently alive on this planet have a genetic mutation. An estimated 0.5% of the former world population of an estimated 7.9 billion people, so around 39 million people are all that's left. The mutation affects a certain layer of the skin preventing the radiation from penetrating. It seems to me like you are one of those people."

Damn, luck is not on my side today. How do they have so much information already? It's only been like 2 hours. I still don't want to be alive! I was just your average teen going through the 'existential crisis' stage of my life, the only thing I did differently was act on my thoughts.

I'm the fool who ships the antagonist with the protagonist (but only in a toxic way). I'm the one who writes the stories that everyone secretly loves in a dark way. I'm the one who blurred the lines of life and death, blurred the lines of light and dark, blurred the lines of good and evil. I'm what every teenager is thinking, I simply had the guts to do something. I'm also the one who wanted to die.

"Officers," the cop said, calling in the other officers, "this man is not to die, understand?"

"Yes sir!"

There were only 4 cops in total (including the guy who was interrogating me) the entire police force brought down to its knees by a suicidal teen. Pathetic.

"Don't let him near any weapons and strip search him at least once a day, preferably 6 to 7 times."

"Isn't that a little extreme sir?" one of the two female cops asked. She had blonde hair and stood at around 5'7.

"This kid will off himself the second he gets anything, he'll do anything to escape redemption."

Redemption my ass. I don't seek redemption, I did everyone a favour. No more crazy presidents, hovering parents, annoying siblings, dumb people who just get in the way. Although there were still 39 million people on the planet, still a little too much in my opinion. I knew I should've released the back up missiles as well.

"What's your name kid?" the blonde cop asked.

"You can call me Xerxes." I answered.

"Ruler of a kingdom, ha, how fitting." The other female cop muttered.

"What's your real name kid?" The blonde cop asked again.

"I have separated myself from that weakling, he died with his parents. In fact, why don't you introduce yourselves, I'd like the honour of knowing who's speaking to me."

"Ajax," the only cop who hadn't spoken yet said, "He/They pronouns."

Fruity~

"Cynthia," The blonde cop said, "She/Her pronouns."

"Ezra," the original interrogator spoke, "I suppose last names and rank hold little meaning now. He/Him pronouns." He glared at me. As if this fool could scare me.

"Helena," the last cop said, "She/Her."

"He/Him." I offered, what a wonderfully progressive police force.

"There we introduced ourselves, now then, how old are you?" Cynthia continued the interrogation.

"17." I answered.

Ajax looked surprised, "I liked the blue fire." they muttered.

I grinned, "I stole the chemicals from my school's science lab."

"Don't encourage him, Jax, the only reason we're alive is because of the mutation, what he did was horrific." Ezra scolded.

"Do we even still have jobs? The government is destroyed, everyone is dead." Ajax replied.

"Still, you shouldn't be complimenting him, you'll be thrown in the same position as him if you continue." Helena stated.

"Of course sorry, I lost myself for a second there,"

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again." Ezra said.

"Yessir." Ajax muttered.

Thoughts?

This one is kinda fun, I think?