The Moment
Superhero Origins Short Fiction

The media calls it the Watershed. The fandom calls it the Precipice. It's the moment when your life changes forever, and it has to be brutal, it has to be formative. At that moment when a person's choices will define the rest of their lives, some unexplained force surges through them and they become a Super; a post-human, super-powered freak with a seemingly random and impossible ability.
What you do with that power, though, is all up to you: Turquoise watches her parents die in a mugging and dedicates her newfound power to the protection of her city. The Baron watches his husband die during a home invasion, and he dedicates his life to murdering the police force he believes failed him.
And now it's my turn.
A stupid drunken brawl ended with a guy dead at my feet. I'd punched him once, in the side of the head, and he'd dropped right there. I didn't know you could do that, just kill a guy with a punch. Then that force hit me and knocked me to my knees, my head spinning and my gut dumping out all my drinks.
I didn't know what I could do, I still don't... I'm not sure I want to. I just tried to ignore it as I made the call.
Now I'm standing here waiting. I wait for the police to come, for someone to claim the cooling body staring vacantly into the roiling clouds above us. I've waited a long time and don't even hear sirens. And I am appalled. I did this, I should be punished, but no one is coming, not the police, not any fucking heroes.
It's just me and this poor dead guy, out here in the dark; this is my moment.


Comments (2)
Mysteriously intriguing....
While this sounds like it has echoes of Batman mythos, it is well written and tantalizing. As I would like to know what happens next this is obviously well done. Great work and good luck.