Chapitre 2: Chapter 2
The thing about power is that once you get enough of it, you realize how much of your life would be different if you knew about it sooner or trained it harder. I was born with a psychic ability. I could read surface-level thoughts, feel people's emotions, and pick up tiny objects. I usually try to keep the first and second turned off or muted because people are either nasty or creepy, but the telekinesis I had been working on and training when my parents weren't looking. After all, I do not know how psychics are perceived in this part of the Pokémon world. To this day, I regret not training that ability way more.
The dominoes started to fall when my dad got home. Unlocking the door, we could hear him talking from the hallway; his upbeat way of speaking was unique to him. My mom tightened her grip around me and started rocking in her seat, trying not to say anything as the man pointed his knife at us while making his way along the wall next to the archway from the entryway to the living room. My dad never saw him as he rounded the corner and started to greet us. I guess context might be needed here for why this psycho path decided to open up my father's throat with a word exchanged. The thing was, my dad was a police officer and had come home in uniform. He had been part of the team trying to find the guy we had in our living room and came home to ensure we were safe.
My mom's wail was heartbreaking as my dad slid down the wall while clutching his throat. Blood spilled between his fingers, and his eyes reflected clearly to me with disbelief. For the first time in either of my lives, I had to watch someone I love die right in front of me. I want to say I took it "like a grown-up and tried to stay calm for my mom, but I did not. I wailed like the baby I was.
My mom quickly put me on the couch and ran to her husband. The psycho, meanwhile, was shouting at her and babbling nonsense to himself as he tried to justify killing him. My mom cried her eyes out and kept repeating her love for my dad as the light slowly petered out until there was nothing but a glassy shell.
Getting no response anymore, my mom lost her mind and charged at the man, muttering to himself in the corner of the room. Startled by her aggressive shout and charge, he struck forward with my knife, and it plunged straight into my mom's heart. Abruptly, she stopped, now looking down at the blood leaking from her chest. My last look at her face was when she turned to me almost in apology before her legs gave out, and she fell to the floor. The shock stopped my cries, and I could only stare blankly in despair. My sweet, smiling mom and my upbeat, goofy dad are gone just like that. I could not tell you what happened in the days following that because I cannot remember. I later learned from a police officer who was friends with my dad that my psychic ability went out of control and flattened the entire block of houses. I had turned my parents' body and the killer into a puddle of blood on the floor while killing all our neighbors and some random pedestrians. It was called the tragedy of Saffron City, and I learned all this from my new jail cell equipped with psionic dampeners and a twenty-four-hour guard at the door. Killing over a hundred people at three years old doesn't go over well. Luckily, I didn't get the death penalty, I guess?
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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