They always thought themselves funny, superior, hell they even felt they were obligated to my stuff. In the end though it was me who had the last laugh; “Jesus” they called me, mocking me, thinking that they could just carry on with super strength or speed, some even with flight. What’s their powers compared to a god, to a messiah. “Hey John” I stated as I started my usual trek up the stair of the academy.

“Look here boy, Jesus decided to show up again” John started on again in his typical manner to his so called friends. I heard them talking about John behind his back, they despise him almost as much as me, they call him lucky, the strongest of us all. John was blessed with the powers that you would typically find in that of a comic book, he had super strength, speed, agility, even flight.

“Look John, nows not the time to start.” I say as I push past, “just let me get to class.” “Alright man, care to take a little joke” John tries saying as I round the corner of the hall. As I make it to class it’s followed by the usual day, same old boring school, then it’s to our power training. Everyone looks on in shock as John carries on pummelling the training dummy, not me though I’m just bored.

“Good times were had back then” I think before starting to wake back up to the ruins of the city that was once my home. “It’s a shame it never lasts” I said to no one in particular, John had let his power get to him, no one thought it possible, that the ‘strongest’ would turn on us. Well they thought wrong, he turned as soon as he felt it was better than our leaders. Before his downfall people were terrified, they refused him, he didn’t like us but he sure as hell made us an example to the rest. Once this city was gone something inside me snapped, my friends, family, even strangers, all gone to a man thought a god.

“O Johnny boy!” I shout “Come in out, don’t you care about cleaning up the last of your mess!” I wasn’t making a scene, oh no, to me this was a declaration. I will be his last victim or maybe not, who knows. I could hear the helicopter in the distance, they wanted footage of the destruction, they always did.

“Jesus, what a surprise. I didn’t take you for the survivor type.” John said as he was in my face in almost an instant.

“Count me lucky I guess” I say as I watch as John suddenly starts to convulse, blood, or what I now assume a blood whine mixture start pouring out his mouth. “Next time, when you call someone Jesus. Make damn sure they’re the first you kill” I leave John with that as he falls lifeless to the ground. The news helicopters watching on as the horror that was plaguing us ended, but they had no idea what to think of me. I sure as hell won’t give them a chance as I walk away into the distance.

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