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Sirens.
They aren’t known for being particularly pleasant things to listen to.
At the current moment, one siren was going off in a small, locally owned downtown bank. Nobody was happy, as one could assume for obvious reasons, and then for reasons that extended beyond the siren’s nature.
Simply put, every single human being in that bank, save one, was at risk of dying. A rather sad death, at that. You see, there was a man with a gun in one hand, a sack in his other, and a very nervous teller at the other end of his gun. As most people know it by, there was a bank robbery going on here, and it was absolutely terrifying.
The robber, a certain Mr Hamilton, was a simple man. He led a simple life, had a simple home in the simple rural area of his simple town. That is, he had those things. That is, he could have been considered very happy and lucky. That is, until the horrible incidents of August of last year. He lost it all, and things stopped being simple, especially him. He grew confused, and a confused man, as we all know, is a very dangerous man.
But this is not his story.
Rather, this is the story of a man lying face down in that bank; a man who did not lead a simple life, nor had he ever; a man whose life would soon change for a rather long time.
This man is Samuel Mordekin, and he is a superhero.
It was all over the papers the next day. Sam’s personal favorite headline was:
NOT BY THE POLICE
BUT BY MAGICALLY ANGRY CITIZEN
THE NEWSPAPER STAFF WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE
FOR THE HORRIBLE PUN AND THE LENGTH OF THAT HEADLINE
Mostly he liked it because the title alone cut off half of the annoying Liberal nutjob editorial column below it. He also rather enjoyed being called “magically angry.”
But the important part of the story was that he did, in fact, freeze that man. The robber was encased in solid ice when the police arrived. And Sam wouldn’t have ever known it was him who did it had there not been icicles hanging from his nose and chin afterwards.
As far as he could remember, he didn’t have superpowers. And that was saying something, considering his memory abilities. He could remember his own childhood with incredible clarity, even to his infancy… Except for the fourth grade. He could never recall those 182 days, but that didn’t bother him. His mother told him that he’d gotten retrograde amnesia when he fell out of a tree.
And so that left Mr Mordekin, a 24-year-old man living on his own in an apartment, as a cryokinetic.
The first thing he changed in his apartment was his kitchen. No longer needing a fridge or freezer, he found himself with an empty corner. It was quickly filled in with an ice sculpture of him. After sliding back into his living room on a thin sheet of ice he had created, and sitting down on his new, ice-blue sofa, he let out a rather visible sigh. He was now a superpowered celebrity.
He was living the dream.
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