Apathy

Blinding light from my window tore through the fabric of my thin curtain and violently brought me back to the world of the living. With an annoyed clap of my hands, they were gone, replaced by two much thicker ones that could perform their duties far better. I slowly walked across my four-roomed apartment to my sitting room and sat down on the old and slightly uncomfortable couch that I had bought a few years before. I stared at the blank T.V screen, my own dark and twisted reflection staring back at me with as much ferocity. The remote suddenly lurched towards me as if thrown by an unseen hand.

I vividly remembered playing with my brother, back before anything mattered.

'I wanna be able to do anything I want!' I had foolishly told him, not realizing that I had sealed my fate.

'But that's not a superhero!' He replied, with a confused look on his face.

'It doesn't matter!' I said back to him, unwilling to relent.

I soon came to realize that nothing I did really mattered if... in the end... I could just beat him at the game with a random BS power that I made up at a thought.

I put the remote down and pondered to myself... What is the point of omnipotence? Does anything really hold any value if you could instantly get what you always needed? Character growth becomes no more than a concept that only exists inside the mind of a me who disappeared a long time ago.

Absolute power sucks absolutely