The Psycho Part 4

Hello Readers. I'll be posting the 4th Part of 'The Psycho' special thing about it is that there is going to be the introduction of the first super-villain. Enjoy Reading it and please do drop a comment below👇👇 and subscribe 👆👆 up there if you like it.






The Psycho

As I discovered and mastered my superhero skills I was waiting for the moment when I could put them to real test. I didn’t have to wait long. About a month after I acquired my powers, there was news of a fire in a high rise apartment building.

I grabbed the opportunity and flew myself to the place I faced reality when I reached there. The situation was worse than shown in films. There was fire and chaos everywhere. People were jumping out from windows to save themselves from the fire, only to fall to their deaths.

I saw a girl no more than 14 years old jump from the 9^th floor to her death and I did nothing but hover right there in the air. I was too dumbstruck to take any action. The mere sight of the immense destruction paralysed me.

During the whole event all I did was hover in mid-air and stare at the scene unfolding before my eyes. However I could have done much more than just stare. I could have saved numerous lives.

Once back at the Boucher mansion I could not sleep all night. I just couldn’t wipe the image from my mind of the girl jumping. I was swallowed by guilt. I blamed myself for the death pf her and of many others. I could easily have saved the all.

3 days passed and I still couldn’t get over my guilt. I revisited the scene in disguise as a normal person. I stood under the building; my mind was calculating the fall of the girl and reconstructing the scene.

I walked to the exact spot where the girl had fallen. I crouched down and touched the ground. Suddenly my enhanced senses sensed something coming towards me. A projectile, fast, ionizing the air, so either very hot or electrically charged. My superhero instincts kicked in. Time slowed down and my body turned in slow motion and I shot my hands forwards and willed for the projectile to stop

The projectile did not stop and kept coming at me. The projectile, a charged metal ball, missed me by a few inches. Under normal circumstances, if it were a bullet, I would have easily stopped it but this time I couldn’t. If the charged ball would have got me then I would most definitely have died.

Another of the balls came towards me and this time I spotted the source. A man behind some big gun was shooting these charged balls at me. I dodged the ball coming at me. Even this time I could not stop it. At the moment I had no idea why the man wanted to kill me.