Electrify me!

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Panic.
Panic was all he felt as he ran through the streets, the street lights blowing out as he passed them. He scanned the area, looking for someplace unpopulated and quiet as he hyperventilated; electric currents running about his body. He quickly ran a hand through his short dark curly hair, his big chocolate eyes flicking about, trying to calm himself as the passing townsfolk looked at him in fear.

He was the town's very own mutant, the only mutant. After his parents died four years ago, his mother from sickness, his father from suicide not even three months after, the whole town had shunned him. Not just for his abilities, but his deformities, earning the name "King of Freaks". No one would let him in. No one would feed him. He was alone.

It was raining, and the last shelter he had made for himself was torn down by a group of teenagers that called themselves freak hunters. They had managed to kill and run off every mutant on the island, except him. They tore down his shelter and chased him in the rain. Finally, he spotted a low pit covered in foilage and ran to it, his tattered clothing now completely soaked, before being tackled by two of the four boys. "Get off our island you freak! Why wont you just die already!" one of them yelled as they threw punch after punch on his small frail body. "Please stop! I don't want to hurt anyone, just leave me alone!" he yelled, curling up into a ball, tears streaming down his face as the electric currents multiplied over his body.

The boys continued to kick him, yelling hurtful things as he begged them to stop before he lost control.

And when they ignored him, he did.

His eyes turned white as an electric pulse pushed them off him, his body shaking as his hands grabbed and pulled fistfuls of his hair. Lightning struck various areas around him as another pulse took out all power on the island. He gave a guilt stricken cry as he watched the boys fry on the ground a few feet away from him, lighting going from him to them. He cried as he watched them die, feeling as if he could have done something to stop it. His breathing became unhealthy fast as black spots covered his vision, and just before he closed his eyes, he saw a what he thought was an angel with brown skin and white hair fly towards him.

Yoooooo
It me. Cheasy boi.
So i finally got me a wattpad, and for those who don't know me i also have a tapas account, go check me out i do comics and shit.
So, sorry if there is anything miss spelled, my phone acts wonky when im on writing platfoms for some reason.