The Superhuman, Origin stories

     I was born in New York City to a pretty wealthy family. My father constantly worked trying please my mother. She never loved him. She only loved his money, but he was to blind to see that. So every night he works and work and work till he finally would collapse from exhaustion just trying to make enough money to buy her what she wanted so she would stay with him...One day while he was at work, I was 3 years old and I was running around the house with my nanny play hide and seek. She had raised me my whole life and if I didn't know any better I would have thought she was my mom. Well, it was my time to hide so I ran through all the rooms looking for a perfect hiding spot, and then I remembered that there was a secret room in my mother's and Father's bedroom. So I snuck into the room in quietly shut the door so she wouldn't find out what room I was in. But when I turned around I saw my mother lying in bed with a man that wasn't my father. I was shocked and only said "mom?" She snapped her head in my direction and glared. She quickly stood up and made her way in my direction cussing me out and screaming. She was wasted. Turns out she had been cheating on just dad for years.....I was a smart kid and knew exactly what was happening. I told her that I was going to tell Dad...She snapped...She told her f**k buddy to teach me a lesson... Which he did. he beat me within an inch of my life...I rem seeing a bright light before waking up in my room... I remember being covered in blood...I slowly got up and limped to the window.     My dad's car was in the driveway meaning he was finally home. I must have been out for hours...I heard the door creak open so I looked, it was my father...I ran over the best I could and hugged him...I was bawling my eyes out shaking not only in pain but in fear.....I started to try and tell him what had happened. But he cut me off and said "I already know son" he out his hand on my shoulder and made me look up at him. Only then did I notice the handprint on his cheek, the busted lip, the dried blood, and the tear stains......I slowly looked down at his other hand......He was holding his Magnum pistol...And I could tell it was fully loaded. I screamed and tried to run away. But he already had me by the throat. He kept repeating that he was sorry. He threw me over his shoulder and walked to the front door. I kicked and screamed fighting against him. I looked up and saw my mother on the stairs in her nightgown smirking and waving goodbye....he threw me into the trunk of his car, I remember looking up at him and begging him to stop. But he didn't.....He slammed the trunk closed.....Then I heard the engine start and felt the car start moving.....I kicked screamed and beat against the truck trying to somehow get it open. He drove for what seemed like hours without stopping. And not once had I stopped kicking and screaming. The car finally stopped...I screamed for him as if he was going to suddenly stop and save me. As if he would change his mind and we would run away and be happy...The trunk popped open...And he stood there looking down at me...tears his eyes...Rope in one hand and the gun in the other...I looked him in the eyes hoping to see my dad and not this thing in his place......But all I saw was pure darkness.....A broken man.....He said, "please don't fight it"...I ignored him and screamed "your not my father".....He paused before forcing me out of the car and tieing my arms and legs together...I looked around...We were in a dark dead-end ally...I tried to get away but I couldn't. He walked over and kneeled down in front of me.....He hugged me tightly......he kept repeating "I'm sorry my son in sorry forgive me I'm sorry"...The whole time I fought against him with no success...I felt him shaking as he cried and continued to beg.....He finally stood up.....He pointed the gun at me.....He c****d it back...His hands trembling and tears streaming down his face...I looked him in the eyes.....the moon Illuminating on him brought out all the details in his face...Then...He simply said..."I love you, Asher...I love you, my son...Forgive me"...Then he pulled the trigger...I remember the flash of light...The way the sound bounced off the walls of the ally.....Then it was just darkness.     Next thing I know...I wake up.....The ropes no longer around my wrists and ankles...And I was no longer on the ground.....I look down and noticed I was on someone's lap.....And there was something red covering the ground...I slowly look up...and see my father... Sitting on the ground with me in his lap.....With his jaw blown off and blood splattered on the wall behind him.....Brain matter all over the place......Gun will in his hand...I screamed... I cried out for him... Hoping that I would wake up...I got off of him.....I slowly back away...And looking at the whole scene. As the reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in. He was dead and I was alive. Why? Why did I live, why couldn't I have just died? Why did I fight it? My father is dead and I'm to blame.      Pain. At that moment pain flooded my body. I began to scream as the sensation of what I could only describe as a fiery inferno engulfed my veins as if someone had injected gasoline into my veins and set my blood ablaze. It was unbearable. I dropped to my knees as I threw my arms around my stomach. my screams bounced off the walls of the ally only to fall back into my own ears. I begged for help, I pleaded for the odd passerby to hear my screams and come to my rescue. But no one came. The pleads for help fell on deaf ears until they turned to pleads of mercy. Not to people but to god. I slammed my head down onto the cold damp concrete once...twice...then three times. "KILL ME, PLEASE JUST KILL ME GOD",  I began to throw up as the pain continued, the burning no longer contained solely to my blood but instead radiated to my eyes, my heart, and even my teeth. The pain continued for what seemed like an eternity before it happened. The fire reached my skin and as it did the ally began to light up as a blood-red light began to pour out from under my skin and even my eyes. Another scream escaped my lips, only this time it seemed to be that of an animal the that of a person before everything went black and I fell limp on the dirty ally ground.