Wilfred knew he was a mutant. He felt light trying to burst out of him. His smile went from ear to ear.
Until Jackson chucked a can at the back of his head.
“Ow! Jeez, man.”
“Wilfred’s spaced,” Jackson sing-songed. “Thinks he’s something.”
“You don’t know nothing.”
When he slept, he dreamed he could fly or shoot powerful energy waves from his eyes.
He’d clean up Westmont and make his mom safe.
He felt it in him, growing stronger. Trying to get out.
All it took was a paper cut. Wilfred’s power destroyed three city blocks and him with it.
#33
This one wasn't supposed to go out today, but it's out there, so enjoy.
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