Colorful Powers

There I stood with power running through my veins. Angrier in my eyes. From all the lies that they told me. My parents died at their hands. Just so they can take my magic. They didn't know I was a collector. I take powers. They stood there. Holding their hands out. Repeating a spell. "Give us the power of four from the darkness below." Over and over. My powers started to grow as their powers dissipated. They stood there staring at me with fear in their eyes. I smirked knowing. I was powerful. They messed with the wrong person. I twirled my fingers locking them in a cage. Putting them on a deserted island. They have food and beds with bathrooms for each of them. I'm not a monster like them. Now they have a television but they can see only what they did wrong. All the mistakes they made. They can watch over and over. They won't ever escape that Island because it's underwater. Deep in the middle of the ocean. Their Island will grow with people that are killers. On that Island, they can't kill. Because they will come back to life. Over and over again. I can watch them when I want to. Villians are bad. That's why I'm the Collector. To undo the wrong in life. I don't know what this life holds for me, but I know that I will clear this world of evil. One day at a time. I closed my eyes. Thinking of the place I want to be. Then I opened it. Here I stand in my family's log cabin in the middle of the woods. This world is made up of many species. Wolves, vampires, witches, demons, angels, humans, and then it's me the Collector Hybrid.