The Battle isn't over

Life was hard. Everybody knows that simple fact that, no matter what the circumstances, was the answer. Ask the wild dogs that had recently been tamed. Ask the menacing crows that skill roamed the dark alleyways. The answer was the same: Life. Was. Hard. But, had they never thought, could it be harder? Every joy was soon replaced by despair. Every sad time was replaced with a good time. Good times were what a young boy by the name of Ness had had before the knowledge of the Earth's destruction. Good times were what he had before he knew what lay beyond the surface that his newly blossoming PSI powers were scratching oh-so cunningly. Heck, even the time after saving the world from utter destruction by a mutant alien he had good times.

Until he went back.

Rejoice. Thanks. Blessings. All of those simple things were what Ness had expected after dropping off his prophesized friends to their hometowns. Alas, that was not the case. Ness' mother and sister, Tracy, were worried sick about him. Every day, they were struck with the thought the only relative they could see- and were close to- was gone. So many tears of joy were shed, even by the reluctant-to-admit-it Tracy. The rest of the town- or at least mostly the ones Ness knew squat about- weren't as happy.

Sure, they thanked him and all of his friends, as if they didn't do anything the world would surely be put under deathly rule. The Minch family was certainly cruel. With Mr. Minch being abusive towards his children and Mrs. Minch calling him too soft for the evil crimes, it was a wonder no one had called the police. The two had been outraged for Pokey's actions of teaming up with the alien known as Giygas. Somehow, they thought the action was Ness' fault. The two cruel parents were even more furious when they found out Pokey wouldn't be returning. Ever. Despite his mother's feeble protests, Ness was whacked upside the head for the case of a missing boy that wasn't his fault by the said boy's parents. Picky, Pokey's little brother and fan of Ness', had consoled him after the dispute and told him despite everything, he was still cool.

The rest of the town was more or less indifferent. They saw Ness as a violent weapon, a monster with reality bending powers that be in captivity. In the local freak show at the circus was where he belonged, they had concluded. It was too much. Hey PSI boy, are you going to pull out a FLOWER from thin air? Why were they making fun of the one that saved them all? Look who it is, the local Freak Show. If it were for your little gang of creeps around the country, we'd be a tourist trap for sure. Stop. Stop it all. Stop taunting me. Were Paula, Jeff, and Poo getting the same treatment of cruelty? Did anyone care if they were?

Ness was just a freak now. That's all he was ever called, except by Tracy, mom, and Picky. Maybe with only them life would be better… Ness called off the thought. One day, he'd make the rest of the town see that one day; they're going to be begging him- no, ALL PSI users, to save their rotten, unworthy hides. One day, the world would be crumbling and no one would know what to do when out of the blue a psychic saves them all.

One day that would be the case.

Whew! This was certainly a sad, sort of revenge-y story that I came up with toying with some ideas. When humanity finds something new, something unlike the rest, the first reaction is ridicule. I guess I have a negative way of thinking, but look around at any real life minority group and tell me that's not the way it is. I made the ending ominous, and I feel like it is foreshadowing the events of Mother 3. Anyway, toodles!