Breaking Bridges Chapter one- Mr.Lonely #life. It seems completely simple too the rich. Overly complicated to the poor. And to the middle class - strange. It's strange. Days are good and bad. Or both. A wise man told me: "Break bridges with your strength. The catch is you can't use tools. Can you break a bridge?" Crazy. Crazy old man. Nobody can do that. I can. _____________________ Statik Valincol. That's my name, kids call me "The Human Frier." See, if I wanted myself to be called that I would change my name. Nobody could forget the day I "accidentally" fried Mr.Stevens. I'm losing you, aren't I? Well, I'll explain. My father works at a radio active plant. Great place for kids, huh. Anyway, My dad got the "fun" idea to bring me there on a stormy night. Can you see where this is going? So some stuff spilled outside. I fell off a ladder trying to climb one of the huge....those white things you know? I don't know whatever the hell they're called but anyway I fell right into it. Lightning bolt struck me. Blacked out right after that, woke up with weird stuff. I can create spheres of complete electricity and can launch them. Ms. Gardens should've saw it coming when I accidentally burnt her house down. Lets go to details. My hair is yellow, bright. Neon green eyes are also mine too, cool huh? But imagine every time you take I shower frying to death. Speaking of death; it won't happen. Nope. Never. I can get electrocuted, well I can but I like it. Supplies energy. Am I talking too much? Yeah... How about I get to the ACTUAL story.