Most people see me as a normal person; simple, plain. By far nothing extraordinary to the naked eye, but there's one thing that nobody knows about me. Something beneath the surface; nesting deep within my complex mind. See, I have the ability to tap into peoples thoughts and memories. Promises like 'I'll take it to my grave' and 'No one will ever know' mean very little to my mind. No secret is safe with me...nothing remains hidden. Like the icy grip of death itself I am able to crawl my way into peoples minds and, with a bit of digging, find out every secret they hold dear. But like all things, there is always a struggle between good and evil, a lust for power if you will. I use my power to do good; for instance, I could see if someone were to do something destructive and harmful, and anonymously let the authorities know before it's too late. Yet I always have a chilling, lingering, ever so tempting thought: I could wreak so much havoc with this supernatural power of mine. Destroy lives, shatter hearts, rip very families apart...get my revenge. Is that not what all power-hungry villains do? Discover weaknesses and use them against people?
Who doesn't have a secret to hide?
What is the point in secrets if you have a power such as mine? Simple...there isn't one.
Nevertheless, I wouldn't rather have a less complex power than Telepathy. No, I do not wish to fly over great skyscrapers and kiss the robin-egg blue sky, touch the wispy clouds as they float on by. I do not wish to be able to shapeshift into different objects to disguise myself or turn invisible. I do not wish for such trivial little things.
I like this eternal struggle. It's who I am, who I've always been, who I will continue to be until the day I die.
It's all I know.
