Super-kor, the beginning

On the day that Niko realized about his superpower, he also noticed his weakness.

It was a rainless and sunless day. A nothing day. Empty and without soul. Niko was walking with a slouch amid the bushes of some lost park within the anonimity of the suburbs. Flowers stood as if sad, waiting for some dew drops to fall down from the sky. Everything around looked as if in a frankly dry and chapped desperation. Some cats were playing paddling with their paws lying as though waiting over the various cannal shore edges of the artificial woods. A girl was seeing them without watching, as if lost and ecstatic at the same time. Niko could guess without thinking about it, just with opening his senses before her posture and attitude, that she was needy of something to fill certain gaps and certain crevices. Nevertheless, at that precise moment, facing the image that was being showed to his fearless eyes, Niko had some sort of epiphanic sensory revelation: Suddenly all of the environment turned into an enormous transparent heart that shrank and dilated in a hectic and whimsical fashion. It was as if Niko had the capability to contemplate the balance of everything that surrounded him.

He thought he was going to faint from such overwhelming feeling. The girl noticed him too and stood up from where she was, the more because of the shock of seeing him stumbling all around than because of will to help him. In fact, for a moment, she was quite skeptical of what was happening: It could pretty well occur that this guy was some abuser that showed himself to his victims feeding pity into them. So, by the time Niko finally collapsed on the bench where she had been sitting, the girl had already walked backwards with a rejecting gesture. A little while afterwards, however, she noticed that his face was more than pale. She approached him to clear his forehead from hair and ask him what was wrong.

- It's the cats. - Said he. - They thirst for killing.

Not a very long time after that, when Niko had already accepted his superhero condition, he had to admit a fact that wouldn't favour him at all: Super-kor must not have enemies ever. As a matter of fact, the best thing for him would be to become an anonymous superhero, since his weakness flowed mercilessly from within the smallest nooks where lay the worst intentions of all life forms: Super-kor couldn not defeat evil. Only sadness and pain...

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