On the sixth day, God created man in His own image. Now it's up to us to figure it all out. Right, wrong, good, evil. In each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions. So what is it that makes some choose selflessness, the need to devote oneself to something greater; while others know only self interest, isolating themselves in a world of their own making?
Some seek love even if unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal. There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God's absence, while others follow a path of noble destiny. But in the end, good - evil, right or wrong, what we choose is never what we really need, for that is the ultimate cosmic joke, the real gift that God has left behind.
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Faith Crest
Manhattan, New York
Manhattan, New York
Faith Crest clasped her hands on to her head. She shook it uncontrollably and violently. What was going on? There'd been times when she'd been zoning out of the world since she found out about her powers, but she never foresaw this happening. When she started sweating, she dropped to her knees and cried out in pain. The door telekinetically closed without her wanting it to happen. Her powers were spiralling out of control, that was the only answer to all her questions. Faith remembered what she'd been told by Chris.
"Clear your emotions, don't let them get in the way," he once said. "You have to be in control."
Ok. Clearing emotions. It wasn't a hard task to do, right? Faith locked away any feelings she had right now and focused her energy into remembering why she was here. Chris. Of course. Johnny - well, Future Johnny, metaphorically speaking - had given her the information to get here. She was here to sign him out of the hospital and rebuild their lives. She had so many questions for him. Like, how did he survive? What had he been doing ever since then? Had he been unconscious here at the hospital? The telekinetic wave was something Faith didn't like to remember, but then again, she never had experience on closing off painful memories.
She told Chris he was going to be Lois Lane and she'd be Clark Kent. Yes, the memories were working to helping her regain some control. Everything around her stopped shaking and Faith was finally in control again. She looked at her hands, almost forgetting how powerful they could be if she were to lose control for just a moment. Rising to her feet, she looked out of the window again and noticed that it was getting a little dark by now. She'd only been in here twenty minutes, but she was getting worried. Chris' records and stuff were here in the room. But where was the man in question himself?
"He's probably dead, that's what you're scared of," said a voice so like hers.
Faith turned to her left and her face turned white when she saw that her reflection had a mind of its own.
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Gabriel
Marwick, England
Marwick, England
A hero's story begins where they were born. But Gabriel was different. He hadn't been "born", but created instead. His story had originally started off as being the villain in the story, only to be wiped out by Chris and forced to go on the run. But several months ago, he found himself back in the town in which everything started. Thankfully, no one recognised him here and that was good enough for him. However, he couldn't help hearing that Faith's adoptive dad, Robert Musso, the superintendent of the Marwick police force, had been tragically killed while busting an armed robbery. It upset him greatly and unleashed emotions he thought that he'd never feel as a villain. Patricia ... he wondered how she was holding up.
And as he continued to walk through the streets of Marwick, Gabriel set his sights on the school. The day he'd attacked. That was the day that changed everything. When that man ... the man named Jack ... when he said he had potential ... and would have to find it. That was the driving force behind Gabriel discovering his true potential behind his newfound abilities. He wanted to destroy Faith so much because she was responsible for his creation. However, now that he knew Faith had no say and Patricia was forced by the Company to do the deed, Gabriel only had himself to be angry at. The way he'd treated everyone was too much for him to handle.
The weight of the world was on his shoulders.
There was a lot riding on his newly reformed existence.
Gabriel swore angrily under his breath, hoping that this road to redemption was really worth the hassle.