“Ex. . . explosions?” Drummer Boy recoiled, “What do you mean by that?”

“I can make objects explode.” I said, rather matter-of-factly. Had I just been hearing about this for the first time, I would have had the same reaction as Drummer Boy, perhaps even worse. It’s true, being able to create and control explosions in the blink of an eye is a horrifying ability to have, especially for the likes of someone like the person interviewing me, Drummer Boy. I’ve seen the exact same reaction from almost everybody I have confessed my secret to. It is a heinous power to be revealed to you. Imaging sitting across a desk table from someone who could explode your head before you could even register what they just said. I’m used to it however, it’s always the same, a shocked face quickly turning into inquiry, then to terror and panic.

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“Like. . . anything?” Drummer Boy said, with even more hesitation in his voice then his previous statement.

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“Yes, anything.”

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“Can you make that. . .” Drummer Boy questioned, quickly scanning the room for the least valuable thing he could afford to lose, “coffee cup over there exp. . .”

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The cup explodes into pieces, leaving little other than shards and dust where it once was. Drummer Boy lets out a minute yelp, reeling back into his chair, almost tipping it backwards. Before he can even think of what just happened, he sits back up and rights himself, as to not show any fear.

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“That’s hem. . .” Drummer boy takes a second to clear his throat, “That’s certainly impressive. However, what do you think you could bring to The Invincibles?”

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Is he serious? I can make him explode within a second, I could take down this whole office before he could get out of his chair, and he’s asking me what I can Bring to “The Invincibles”? I’m asked this every time, you would think my ability alone would be proof enough that I’m valuable. Why are they even called The Invincibles, I can show him who’s invincib. . .

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Drummer Boy is shaking. I did it again, I'm gripping the desk, my knuckles have turned white from the pressure, I let my anger show. Of course, he’s scared, he just made the most powerful super on the planet angry.

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“What do you mean by that?” I asked, trying to settle the rage in my voice.

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“Well. . . I can incapacitate our enemies with the soundwaves that come out of my hands, The Eagle can fly citizens to safety, et cetera, what do you think you would be able to assist us with?”

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“I can explode anything I want to; you can’t immediately think of anyway that would be helpful?” I blurt out before really considering the best way to respond. Drummer Boy shakes his head slightly before swiftly stopping. “I can ensure that our enemies don’t stand a chance.”

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“I’m very sorry, I just don’t think you’re a good fit for our team; goodbye.” Drummer Boy says with one breath before evacuating the room, not bothering to collect anything before he leaves.

After a couple of minutes of breathing exercises to stifle my temper, I stand up, fix my tie, and step out of the room, into the hallway. As I walk to the end of the hall towards the elevator, I see through a large pane window Drummer Boy whispering to The Eagle while looking my direction but avoiding my eyes. I shrug it off to avoid any more unnecessary irritation. I enter the elevator, go down to the ground floor, and walk out of the building. Once the door behind me has shut, I am immediately and uncourteously handed and envelope from a bald man wearing a three-piece suit. The envelope looks pristine, almost like a college acceptance letter, bar the wrinkles in it now of course. After checking the sender, The Red Panther, I simply toss the envelope in the air before reducing it to pieces with a miniature detonation. It’s the fourth time this month that she has sent me a letter pleading me to be her assistant, I think that makes it twenty-seven times this year. The Red Panther is a retired supervillain that was renowned for her series of bank and museum robberies in the 80’s and 90’s. She could turn me into a great villain she said, I know I could be one too. However, I do not want to be a villain, but I am slowly becoming one.