Let It Go

Some people had it easier than others. It was something he could testify quite easily as he walked through the streets, fair skin bundled up a little too much in winter clothes in a silly attempt to dampen his powers. Martin Kovar had it tough, he believed. Kseniya and Mariposa had never had any trouble with their powers, and they had other benefits as well. For one thing, they had the plus of being straight as a metre ruler, so no-one was around to ostracise them. They were perfectly healthy, whereas Martin was certain his attempts to contain his power were making him sick.

He could fly pretty well, he thought as he flew up the side of a mountain, far away from his home village, a place, a wilderness he always came to to be alone. He liked the sting of the icy winds that always seemed to be around here against his skin, the way it rushed through his red hair. He threw off all the excess winter clothes and marched across the snow, hearing it crunch beneath his feet. There was never another person there, never any other footsteps around. He sat heavily, watching the smallest flakes flurry up around him and let out a sigh. Martin was a volatile force, and he hated it. Standing, he gathered a blast of radiation in his hands and let it out, blasting the mountain side, watching the rock break loose and the land slide. He watched it fall, and looked at his hands before spreading them to the sides, lighting them up like Christmas trees, the red spiralling up a little. He was aware his acid green eyes had gone red as well, that always happened. It even happened with strong emotion. He had tried to shut everything away, but every now and then he just needed to break free.

Hovering just above the ground, he surveyed the frozen wasteland and thought. Just thought. He could stay here, never judged, never hated, never contained, free to let his power out without hurting anyone...of course he wouldn't just leave his family, but here he would never have to worry about causing others pain with his accidental outbursts. He looked down, seeing a red glow coming through his shirt, and with a yelp, he dropped out of the sky, into the snow. At least the cold didn't bother him that much. Muttering under his breath, Martin picked himself up and patted himself down, making sure he was still in one piece. He felt like he was going to be sick suddenly. He didn't want to move, but he wanted to go home. His powers always did this, the unbridled fear, that sickening feeling. Sick of it, he slammed his hands down, unleashing torrents of red across the snow, watching it all melt away. He was sat in a circle of rock, marking the very centre before leaving a mark just off centre in the form of a puddle of sick.

Some people had it easier than others. Martin was not one of those people, but really what super was? At least when he was here, he could let it go. Let it all go.