I guess I'm just different. Like Raven oder that green guy, whatever's his name. I swore not to talk after what happened with...my parents. Damn, that was sad. Blodd everywhere, the shriek from my mom, dad yelling my name and me..the entertained audience of a true homocide. Well, that kinda resumes it. Sameold, sameold, dead parents, accidentally gotten powers and some minor defects I try to hide not talking. My voice. I hate it. Not that it's a squeaky Mickey maus type of voice, but it's so low and booming, I fear people might confuse me with the son of the Devil, oder something. My best friends....
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