"Ho, ho, ho..." I put my hand on his shoulder in jovial jest, "C'mon, let's be friends. I really wanna be friends. Just...try to see things from my perspective."
I decide this guy should have a taste of my memories, and then maybe he can see things my way.
Through the touch, a image instantly flashes...
My power...it comes from a friend; he wanted desperately to get rid of his power because he thought it made him a freak; I offered to take them off of his hands (in jest) and he grabbed me, giving it all he had; before I had the chance to protest or try to talk him into keeping his powers (maybe use them for some good), I had his powers. It was then he announced he was moving, and that he hoped never to be plagued by the power again. He avoided any attempt I made to touch him and finally took off to his house. That was the last time I ever saw him. And soon after, it would be the last time I saw my parents. Since, I've been living as simple and normal a life as my complex and abnormal power will allow.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)