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Part l. Despair.
Jack walked across the thirty-two thousand feet high platform. The platform was narrow and surprisingly empty. He looked at the twenty-four million pixel screen in front of him. His favourite DJ was on fire on his first time on live TV. Jack knew very well what the first song from his playlist would be. In a few moments the song began to ring in his head. It began to crescendo as the crossfade effect wore of and the speakers synchronized with the music playing in his head. Daft Punk. Give Life back to Music.
He kept walking. He realized why he liked the song so much. Every note synchronized with his feelings. He climbed onto the railing of the platform. His third power hadn't yet manifested. A fall from this height would be long and would definitely result in certain death. He waited for the song to end.
He predicted the next song. He was right after all. His anger swelled up to the battle rap. He stepped into the low pressure cyberpunk air of Autopia - the capital city of Arachnion. Before long, he was falling. The air desperately trying to push him back up against gravity. His hair was flying back, trying to elope with the air.
He was certain that half his journey was over. It was just five more kilometers. He knew because of the speed at which he was falling. After all. That was one of his powers. Speed. He could manipulate it. He could live if he wished to. Even if he made his decision to live on a second before a devastating last meeting with the ground.
Seventy five percent there. That's when he heard a voice. "where are you?" The voice sounded sad. His eyes widened. He asked himself. "what am I doing?". His eyes began to glow green. His muscles tightened. His body was sorrounded by a shallow green flame. Time stopped. The fall slowed down. He was standing on the air. He planted his feet, perpendicular to the force that was bringing him down to a gruesome fate. He began to run. It seemed like a second. He was back on the platform railing. A thin looking girl stood in front of him. There were tears on rolling down her cheeks. His eyes widened again.
Time stopped again but just in his head.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
He thought, he thought and he thought. He was drowning. All of a sudden, he was standing in a void. Black like the night. No. Blacker still. His eyes looked deep. Deep like an ocean that extended into the universe and further.
He snapped out of it. He stepped forward. He hugged his elder sister like it was the last time he'd hug anyone. He pressed her face against his chest. "I'm sorry Candy. I'm still here. It's okay."
He walked her to a cab station. He looked at the levitating parking lot with its floating cars. He got in not saying a word. He took out his phone, typed something and showed it to the driver. He began to drive, or rather fly them away.
A few minutes passed. The cab stopped. The door to his left slid up. Candace was asleep. He carried her. He stepped onto a platform and stood there. He kissed his sister on the forehead.
He walked towards a door that blended in with the rest of the metal on the building. He was at least a fifty-thousand feet above the ground. Well, that's just how big the castle was. He didn't care. The door opened by itself as he approached. He walked through a large decorated hall and into a small closet.
He faced a blue coloured screen. He tapped the screen with his forehead. It displayed four options. He spoke to the screen. "Candace," he said. The screen sunk into the wall and the closet door closed. The closet began to rise up and a door appeared out of the wall. "Password?" said an automated voice.
"Jack," said Candace in her sleepy, tired sounding voice. It made Jack smile. The door opened. Jack walked to a bed. He placed Candace on it and lied down next to her. He pressed her face against his chest and kept on repeating the same thing.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
He must've fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes, Candace was talking on the phone and there was no light coming through the windows. He had slept through the evening. She didn't ask him any questions. She understood him. As long as he lived.
He got up, opened the door to the closet and went to his room. He checked his phone.
"100+ unread text messages"
It didn’t surprise him. He had skipped all his classes today. He didn’t care. There was nothing there he didn’t already know. He hated going there. He hated everyone. Everyone adored him but he could see through them. He didn’t need to use his powers to read their minds.
In truth, they were all jealous of him. Jealous because of his intellect, his superior powers, his fortunes. He heard them whisper behind his back. It was his blood. It was his blood that pinned him down at the centre of all the envy.
He looked out of the window at the starry sky. It could only be seen from his house. Nothing else on the planet reached the height of this tower.
The stars reflected off of his eyes.
He thought about why his blood was so important.
Arachnion was the heart of the planet, and he just happened to be the heir. But that was just the beginning.