Not too long ago did this student, who was walking along the concrete footpath laid out in front of him, experience an incident which would traumatise many. Some would say he is actually traumatised; some would say it gave him the will to live a life he chose for himself. But one thing is for certain: after that incident, he was absolutely sure of what his opinion on humanity was.
One week ago, he stood on the white floor, his body gently moving along with the carriage, he looked around at each of the people around him, each wearing a shirt coloured like milk, and a sapphire jacket that covered the majority of the white shirt. He wore the same as they did. Some wore charcoal trousers, while others wore onyx coloured skirts. No seat was left free, and he was the only one standing. Unlike those around him, he did not have a phone in his hand, and his eyes glued to a screen, instead, he observed all that was around him. His eyes slowly moved from one end of the carriage to another, like a human CCTV camera. The smell of sweat permeated the carriage, and reminded him of his distaste of the fellow students around him. He would constantly get looks back from the people he glanced at. Most of the time, the person that he stared at would have one eyebrow raised, it almost gave the standing student a sense of loneliness. Knowing that everyone gave him weird looks, it was his attempt to show interest in someone, not that he was looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter, but for a friend. He was nicknamed “The Staring Dork” in secondary school.
Bickering and whispers from the long haired students next to him caused him to feel a sense of disdain towards this new year in this school. Maybe applying here for Six Form was the wrong idea after all. The standing student thought, everyone here looks like they want to change the world for the better or something as delusional as that!
A puff of smoke exploded out of the front of the train, quickly reaching the windows that the standing student stood behind. It soon dissipated into the air, almost like it was shy of the ongoing looks of the students in the carriage.
A thunderstorm brewed in the outskirts of the town. The standing student finally looked behind him as the constant roaring of the sky annoyed him. It was raining cats and dogs. The standing student smiled after seeing what people consider miserable weather. He continued on this train of thought. Maybe the reason why people don’t like rain is because it is an inconvenience to them. Like how wasps, and mosquitos are inconveniences as well. With the sun however, because we are naturally accustomed to it, most of us have come to accept the sun. As with the sun, you do not need to shelter from it, instead you embrace the feeling it gives you. The student was prone to thinking about everyday things and analysing them to the full extent, allowing his opinion to slip in most of the time.
A female student next to him cheerfully cried “Imagine if we were struck by lightning! maybe then we wouldn’t have to go to school!” Before erupting in tearless happy laughter. “Maybe the staring dork would like it too, he finally looked outside, does he want to play outside?”
“Isn’t his name Kane?” Another female student asked.
“The staring dork sounds better, maybe he wants to stare at some girls that he’ll never get!” They all laughed evilly, with them finding their own sentences hilarious. If Kane was completely honest, that was his favourite part of them. The fact that they didn’t care about others, the fact they were not by definition good girls, but were also good girls at the same time. Simply put, they made themselves feel good. It begs the question of whether or not a good girl or good boy is someone who makes themselves feel good, or the people around them feel good? Maybe a good boy or good girl is something who is both of those things.
As soon as they said those words though, almost like a punishment for their life, lightning came crashing down from the sky, passing many clouds, and many birds that flew across the speedy bolt, eventually landing on the second carriage behind the one with Kane on it.
Those girls practically commanded lightning to hit this train. And what happened next was truly a sight to behold. All of the people on that train, who laughed cheerfully, wishing to try and bring good to this world had died. Everyone who touched metal, or had metal in their hand, for example, their phone, became electrocuted from the lightning working it’s way up each carriage. Only Kane was alive on that carriage, if he bothered to look, maybe he wouldn’t have been the only student alive on the train itself! But all that mattered now to Kane, was that he witnessed everyone who he hated: gone, erased from existence. Maybe this was a gift from god, telling him that he’s never actually alone, or great things will come from his life. When the train slowly stopped moving, and halted. He remembered simply moving one of the corpses of the students using his jacket, picking up a book from his bag, and beginning to read. He used his jacket as there could be a chance that the corpses would still be congested with bolts of electricity.
Kane was very disappointed, not just because of the police officers jamming the train doors open. But also because this book’s ending, which most would consider one of the best redemption stories in history, had changed the main character in a way that dissatisfied him. He felt like it was almost an insult to him that people consider Ebenezer Scrooge as a bad person. As by Kane’s definition, he was a good boy in the beginning of the book.
Despite the ending of the traumatic incident, Kane believed it was truly something for him to treasure and remember for the rest of his life. And he knew that one thing that people do when someone has gone through an incident such as this, is to be of help, usually by sympathy.
Assuming people do what I believe they will do, at least it will satisfy my ego for a while. Make me feel something other than lonely. Kane thought to himself, as he continued to walk across the concrete footpath.
What would you do if you suddenly got the power to control people for one minute? Would you use it for power? For the good of mankind? Or for what Kane is going to do with this power: the infinite perpetrator case. Will Kane succeed in creating a unsolvable case? Or will he fail in the process?